Author: Charlotte_Stephens21

*trigger warning: the following text includes references to s/m kink that may be triggering to some audiences*

So you want to hurt her?
But you’re a good man.

So you want to mark her skin?
But you’re a nice man.

So you want to make her cry?
But you’re a hard working, providing man.

She knows the real man behind the mask.
She knows the dark desires you have.

She wants you to hurt her.

She wants you to mark her skin.

She wants you to make her cry.

Then she wants you to feel how wet it makes her and take what is rightfully yours with how hard it makes you.

She is your masochist.
You are her sadist, her good man.

C. Stephens

Graze my cheek with your thumb. Hold my face in your hands and feel me soften into you.

Bring my lips close to yours, lines drawn are now very blurred. There’s no escape, my back to the wall, I accept my surrender.

Undress me with your eyes, then with your hands. Make every second torture as I long for what you have planned.

Every inch of my skin desires your touch. The need is heavy, it’s an ache that’s nearly too much.

In the blink of an eye and a deep breath in you take me from whole and intact to shattering into a million little pieces.

My consciousness splinters out in every direction like a million year old star exploding into existence. My mind racing as darkness morphs into the most vibrant colors.

Your voice in the distance calling me back to where you are. All of who I am searching for you so I can be shattered once more.

C. Stephens

Undress me. Explore every inch of my mind and my body. Expose all of my secrets and exploit my darkest desires. Control my breathing with a single glance. Paralyze me with a single touch. You are a dangerous temptation I can’t help but succumb. I am naked in every way possible and yearn to be in your possession.

C. Stephens

Sitting, behind the glow of a computer screen. Fingers tap away, notes never neglected. Soft skin stroking hard keyboard. Eyes drawn to their nimble nature. What more are these fingers capable of? Only time will tell.

Eyes meet, smiles exchanged. Cheeks begin to blush. A secret to be kept, but so hard not to share. A heat, an excitement welling inside. Can it be detected by the naked eye? Intentioned words, statements, glances. Is there a hint of flirtation? Only time will tell.

Daydreams at the office. Close the door upon entry. Is it locked, will they notice? Whispers are required here. Thumb grazing lips, pushing past just inside. Heat of breath, a welcomed sensation. Thumb grazing teeth, tame the animal side. Palm enclosing on chin pulling faces closer . Eyes meet, fire smoldering just below the surface. Is this a dangerous distraction? Only time will tell.

C. Stephens

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 coax something beautiful to bloom inside of me. An aching need that somehow can’t be adequately described with words. You make me hungry.

C. Stephens

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 only ways that would arouse her. All of this of course, after she stripped 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 lust 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 »

Lay down. Skin slides across the sheets. Naked form, the most pure and natural. Fingertips trace eyes, nose, lips. A memory born, saved, imprinted on the mind, never to be forgotten. Eyes meet, gazing into the other. Gazing through the other. Words exchanged without a single sound. Soft breathing with the rise and fall of chests.

Lay down. Do not leave until the sun breaks through the window. Perhaps even then, do not leave. Stay and revel in the most pure and natural way. Bodies tangled. Pleasure, pain, all the same. Skin slides across skin. Each consumed by the other. Soft breathing, not enough. Lungs filling faster and deeper. Eyes meet, the fire of desire recognized. Burning at the core.

Lay down. Disappear in the depths of indulgence. And yet, experience the highest of highs. That which cannot be fabricated by any other. That which will be sought after until laying down for the last time.

C. Stephens