Author: Charlotte_Stephens21

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 might 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 »

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 caresses 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.

C. Stephens

Lean into me, feel my desire for you as it radiates from every inch of my body. Gaze into my eyes as they communicate things words never could. Hands exploring each other; every time as if it were our first meeting. Thoughts racing as every fiber of physical and mental are stimulated.

Lean into me as the world somehow fades and crashes around us at the same time. The only two people that matter in this calming chaos. Lips finally meet and time stops. Just two people who secretly pray for their offering to be enough. A small spark flickers as breathing quickens. Lips part and yours find my neck, just below my ear. You breathe deeply and lose your hand in my hair. Pull me into you, let me lean into you.

Every inch of your body enveloping mine. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs all tangled in you. Your nimble fingers facilitate such wonderful torment as they pinch and pull in all the right places. Deliver ecstasy as I can’t help but lean into you.

C. Stephens

He was an educator of sorts. Hundreds of faceless people flocking to him for their menial questions and concerns. And yet, many are never concerned about him, the man behind the knowledge; the blood, sweat, and tears he’s shed despite the cultivated sense of immortality.

She, too, gravitated toward him with a thirst for his knowledge and elected expertise. However, she thirsted for so much more. She sought to know the man. She craved to understand the parts of him that brought him to this place. She wanted to touch the darkness and to be granted witness to his force, his bark, and his bite.

He softened, it seemed, and accepted her advances. Though she wasn’t sure if she was getting too “in over her head.” Perhaps he simply wanted to amuse her for his own mocking pleasures. Either way, she quickly began to feel her submissive crying out for his dominant, her reason for being drawn to him to begin with.

As their dialogue flourished, she became acquainted with how his dominance was an extension of himself. It wasn’t a counterfeit mask he put on to win her over. It came from within, it spoke to the parts of her that yearned for what he had to offer. Read more »

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.

C. Stephens

Watch me enjoy every moment.

Look me in the eyes as they glaze over with pride.
Watch every inch disappear and witness my gluttonous side.

The taste of you imprinted on my mind.
Another to give you this pleasure you won’t find.

My mouth, so poised, like it was designed solely for this. Saliva adorning my chest, I’m high from my bliss.

I want to give you what no one else can. My lips, my tongue, my mouth they feel like salvation.

You’ll crave me forever, praising and cursing my name. Watch me as your desire grows, you have only me to blame.

C. Stephens

Oh sweet girl, don’t you know how much power you have? When you drop to your knees, when you look into his eyes. Don’t you know how badly he wants exactly what you’re willing to give? When you take his rigid form into your hands and admire it like a fine art piece. When you wrap your lips around his shaft and draw out his life source with your tongue. You are the most powerful being in that moment. Not just because of your ability to cripple him with your touch. Not just because he wants you to cripple him. But because he freely gives himself to you and nothing else will satisfy his dark appetite.

C. Stephens