Disclaimer: The text that follows contains graphic language and descriptions that could be a trigger for some readers. This written work of fiction and in no way, shape or form do I, as the writer, condone this type of scenario outside the context of consenting persons of legal age. If you are uncomfortable with imagery related to slapping, hitting, rough/bondage sex, instrumentation, or bodily fluids you may want to refrain from reading further. If this applies to you I still appreciate you as a reader. Feel free to check out other things I’ve written. For those of you choosing to continue, enjoy.
Author: Charlotte_Stephens21
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.
C. Stephens
A Torrid Affair
Everything so bland lately, nothing exciting, overwhelming, or new. Except discussions to enjoy a secret just for two. No one could know, this secret is definitely not one to share. He begged her to grant him a torrid affair. The need became relentless and he craved something more. Her mind and her body was exactly what he desired 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.
C. Stephens
Addicted
Your touch makes me weak. Don’t stop touching me, I never want to be strong again.
Your smell, it intoxicates me. I want to be drunk off of you and create the strongest of memories tethered to you.
Your eyes, the way you look at me, the fire and desire. You disrobe me with your eyes and I become whole.
Your voice, it carries me home. Command me and I am yours forever.
Your taste is my drug. I’m addicted and there is no possibility of rehabilitation.
C. Stephens
Covering
Lay down on the bed side by side. Share a promising gaze. Bodies move, a change to accommodate the fire stirring within one another.
Body on top of body, both facing down. Strong arms, legs, all muscles enveloping the one below.
Lips caressing the crook of the neck from behind. Soft skin begging for those same lips to never stop.
Arms wrap around pulling them closer together. One hand discovering breast, the other discovering warm heaven between legs.
Bodies open to one another, inviting every touch and invasion as a sacred offering. One voicing their supplication, the other basking in the worship.
Defined lines begin to blur, two bodies appear as one. Lost in the desire to disappear from the world and experience a high that’s indescribable. A high that surely humans must become gods to experience.
When the seconds that feel like minutes that feel like hours that feel like days pass, lovers are left coveting this covering forevermore.
C. Stephens
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.
Pulse [F/M]
He thought of her neck and yearned for the feeling of this vulnerable body part beneath his hand. He imagined them together, his fingers lacing over her skin just below her chin. Her blood quickens in her veins. She trusts him, and yet, the more his palm tightens, the more aroused she becomes; the more danger seduces her and wraps around her mind, body, and soul just as tight.
Her pulse is unbridled as he pulls her face to him, so close, nearly kissing her but not yet giving her what she desires. Her eyes are pleading with him for more. He knows the moment he gives in his pulse will match hers and they will create the most beautiful chaos.
C. Stephens
Worship
Look me in the eyes as I fervently fall to my knees for you.
Witness reverence as my hands carefully reveal your body to me. I savor disrobing what I desire; I’m longing yet patient.
Your skin is hot against my own, I’m desperate to feel every inch of you.
My chest rises and falls in a shallow manor, I’m breathless, yearning for you.
My lips and tongue caress your member with the sentiment of the most faithful prayer.
Please do not deny me or forsake me.
Indulge me while I worship on my knees for you.
Adrift [NB] [Poetry]
My body, weightless. Enveloped by your desire. Your touch, like water caressing my skin, renewing your sovereignty. Do I succumb to the deluge of your lust? – Of my lust?
Effortlessly you pull me in, exposing all the secrets I thought I’d hidden away. There they are, resting just on the surface. Take me. Provoke the perfect storm. Waves swelling and crashing into borders only you know how to open.
Your dominion transforms my being. Like a veil, blurring images of the facade I’ve worked so hard to preserve. Deliverance to the person I truly am.
I lay, floating in ecstasy. The waters are calm now. The silence of our breathing echoes in my mind as I become a passenger among the fringes. Navigating the edge between virtuous and reprehensible. I contemplate how one person can propel me so far adrift and offer me asylum with the same hands; how one person can make my reprehensibility virtuous.
*Inspiration post in the comments*
Mother Nature [F]
Skin kissed by the sun peaking through the clouds.
Skin yearning to get closer to the teasing warmth.
Hands and fingers explore, safely hidden in a garden dwelling.
Hands and fingers slowly connect with the most sensitive places.
Exquisite desire is ignited.
Flames burn uncontrollably behind closed eyes.
Fingertips craft a story between legs.
Fingertips coax a wanton memory to be written.
Mother Nature is untamed and breathtaking.
Mother Nature opens the heavens and the rain falls.
Skin glistening from the release.
Mind, body, and soul given new life and a thirst is quenched.