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Demonstration [M/F][oral][exhib]

She couldn’t wait to talk to her lover via video chat. He was away on business out of the country so their sexual encounters had been extremely impacted. She was excited to show him the new toy she bought and all the practice she’d been doing. Especially considering how much she wanted to please him when he finally returned home.

The video chat rang a few times and suddenly his face appeared, smiling as always, happy to see her. His eyes were bright and his face was scruffy with well beyond a 5 o’clock shadow; just the way she always begged him to keep his facial hair. They exchanged the usual niceties and checked in on how the other was doing with life and work. Nothing out of the ordinary had transpired for either of them.

“Well, let me see it then.” He quickly stated as he wanted to guide their conversation toward the intended destination and desire. She was laying on her belly on the bed and giggled, as her excitement often claimed the better of her. She leaned down into her bedside table and removed the silicone dildo. A few months prior she had confessed to him how badly she wanted one so that she might be able to practice deepthroating. All the other toys she owned just weren’t pliable enough to suck and force down the natural curve of her throat to ultimately gag herself. He oohed and aahed to amuse her girlish delight and encouraged her to show him her progress. Read more »

It Could Be So Good [M/F][s/m]

She drew out a side of him he didn’t often see, if ever. She piqued his lust in the darkest of ways like no one had before her. This side of him stirred a bit of fear to settle just under his skin. His heart would begin to race and most days he couldn’t distinguish if it was from that fear or the uncontrolled excitement of this newfound darkness.

She encouraged his sadism to a level he didn’t realize was there. Now, however, it was being brought to the surface, pushing him closer to that fear and excitement. Truth be told, she wanted this side of him more than she would admit. She craved the darkness he wanted to ignore because it matched her own level of iniquity deep within.

He didn’t trust himself with all the ways he wanted to hurt her in order to prove just how much it burns when you play with fire. Yet, despite his prudence, she wanted it to go further, she wanted him to hurt her and take her so deep into the darkness, unsure if he’d leave her there and return only as often as would please him. Read more »

I Don’t Want Sobriety [F][solo]

She had developed a new addiction to touching herself. Truly feeling everything her own hands could give. Her pillowy breasts met with the softest skin kissing against the bumps and ridges of hard nipples as they welcome the waves of sensation.

Parting her labia with nimble finger tips. Discovering a swollen and yearning clit, only to creep too close to the edge, teasing herself to prolong the most delectable kind of pain. Sweet nectar forming, leaving its condemning stain. She draws it out of herself over and over again, never wanting to lose this high. Searching for it until she is lost in the brightest darkness.

In this moment of clarity she knows. “If this is intoxication, if this is addiction, I don’t want sobriety.”

C. Stephens

Give Me Instruction [D/s][s/m]

Tell me to lean across the bed, standing on my feet, yet stomach and breasts meeting the sheets. Tell me to use the wooden kitchen spoon to administer my own swats, your favorite one that is sturdy and makes the most delicious sound. Tell me to count out the swats, keeping me conscious and aware.

Then finally, when I’ve met the required number, tell me to thank you.

C. Stephens

Deceit and Desire [F][poetry]

The room is cast in shadowed darkness and she catches my eye. The strategic lighting dances across her skin, she doesn’t even have to try.

Every single stranger covets her time. The way she moves, the attention she gives, all by design.

She makes art out of crafting such perfect deception. I wonder how many times she’s convinced herself of the same perfection.

I lose all of my faculties and long for what more she has planned. How can she deny herself the pleasure of having the upper hand?

I feel her intentioned breath against my neck as her half naked body straddles my frame. Her bare skin is velvet but somehow I am tame.

I want more of what she has to offer; I long to experience her counterfeit fire.

Her true passions locked away in a coffer. I need to explore her deceit and my desire

C. Stephens

Awake with Need [M/F][D/s]

He slept soundly through the night. To his belief, he hadn’t tossed or turned and had no recollection of any dreams. There were no faint images left fading for his memory to grasp, though he knew he must have dreamt of something or someone.

He became aware of his stiff cock beneath the silk sheet and knew his mind must have drifted to his new submissive. He’d been waking from sleep with a hard-on so often he felt like a teenager again. The frequency of masturbation sessions also grew, with him sneaking away even at work to relieve himself. He thought of the woman whom he could only give the credit for this change. She still felt so novel as if she had graced his presence just yesterday, though, truly, it had been months ago. They had met at a charity event hosted by his business and the moment he saw her, he knew he had to possess her. He craved everything, from her haunting eyes that could pierce your soul to her bright and enveloping energy that extended into the world around her just from her smile. He could barely stand the time between each of their meetings. Read more »

A Servant Offering [M/F][D/s]

They had finally arrived at their hotel after countless delays during their travel. What he hoped would be a romantic getaway, was turning out to be a headache he hadn’t bargained for. He was hoping she wouldn’t notice his building frustration but she knew him better than he knew himself some days.

They checked into their room and sat for some time on the edge of the bed clinging to some sense of “catching their breath” after all the gate changes and running through too many airport terminals to count. She reached over to him and began to rub his neck pushing upward into his hairline, hoping to relieve some of his tension. He closed his eyes and relaxed into her as she trailed her hand across his skin and over the collar of his button down. Her hands met at his first button and methodically she undid them all and removed it from his body. She continued this with every stitch, kissing his skin, reminding him of her service. Read more »

Resistance Is Futile [D/s]

She desires to be dominated, so why then does she resist? She likes to test the waters before She succumbs to their waves crashing around her. She needs to be broken, and yet She tries to break the authority possessed by her dominant. She derives pleasure out of pushing the buttons, like a child who needs to get stung by the heat of the stove even after being told “no, don’t touch”. She knows resistance is futile and eventually she will surrender either by force or pleasure. So why must She fight? Can you tell her? Perhaps she believes her dominant enjoys her insolence as much as she does, or at least they’ll enjoy extinguishing it.

C. Stephens

Tell Me What They Taste Like [MF]

He saw them, for the first time, her lips. They were so delicate and yet looked as if they could cripple any man. He wanted to taste them, he wanted to feel them against his own, against his skin, against every part of who he was. He was mesmerized by them and watched as they moved when she talked, how they glistened when she moistened them with her tongue just before she spoke.

He grew envious when she withdrew her lipstick from her purse and applied his favorite shade. He wished he could feel the way they yield to the pressure of her delicate and precise application. He imagined his thumb caressing each lip; upper then, slowly, the lower as he gazed into her eyes. He had no poker face and his demeanor communicated all the things he wanted to do with and to her.

His thumb glides over her smooth mouth in the most natural way. He knew at that moment he’d never grow tired of this experience. He would never grow weary of worshiping a part of her body that has brought him so much pleasure thus far only in his fantasies. He would repeat this motion, then, when his carnal desire assumed all control, he would pull her face to his and finally taste her lips. Two people crashing into one another exploring the sweetest of flavors and fragrances after what felt like an eternity of waiting. Read more »

Take What Is Yours [F][D/s]

In seconds, the words you say to her have her swelling with pleasure and cursing your name all at the same time. The mere thought of you taking the control you only allude to is intoxicating. You make one simple statement that her submissive mind instantly interprets as a command and she wants so badly to obey, to give in to her nature and please. It’s as if her very existence depends on her ability to accommodate your requests. And in those moments, those tortuous moments when the seconds tick on, ringing in her head, the ache between her thighs spreads like a wildfire into her belly and reminds her over and over how she has relinquished control to you.

It doesn’t matter how small or how large the control she’s given, but that she has. She wants to do anything possible to ensure your favor, to ensure the pleasure only you can cultivate. She wants to prove to you how much she deserves every ounce of indulgence that strikes your mood. Imagine it like a piano key striking a chord. The need radiates out in waves like sound until she becomes this needy girl, ravenous for orgasm at your will and not her own. Read more »