Author: Fire_Mike14

Fire surrounds you: lustful, silken flames that lick your form with languid tongues. Crimson velvet wraps you sensation, sliding along your body. In this sea of touch you tumble, slowly swimming, your skin painted in sweat from the heat burning inside. Invisible hands explore you, finding your dreams, your pleasures, your cravings as they lavish passion over you.

Your own moans kiss your lips as you continue to twist and turn in your slumber. Satin sheets cover you as a second skin, fueling nocturnal visions of flesh and desire. Your back arches. Heat rises. Breath fills your lungs and drives your moans higher. The fire burns inside with an intensity that beckons to you and calls you further into it. You begin to twist, to writhe, calling out for more with wordless, brazen need. This fire consumes you, commands you, knows your every passionate secret, knows you give yourself willingly, eagerly, with your wordless begging. In your dreams, the fire grows hotter, stronger, driving your body into an effortless, guided dance you arch in the dark, midnight heat in this bed of need…

And on a scream you wake, gasping. Eyes now open, you gaze down over your body, to find my eyes burning back at you, my mouth nestled between your thighs. Read more »

Lightning bursts: a snapshot, quick as a gasp, of the driving rain outside, and the driving need within these walls. My body over you, a momentary silhouette against illuminated cabin walls as my eyes burn down into yours, flashing with the reflection, and my own internal hunger.

We’re plunged into darkness again as my mouth plunges to your skin. Thunder rumbles the air, twin to the moan rumbling from my mouth inside your thigh. I can smell your need, feel your heat. You can’t hide how much you need this, even in the darkness. Wind howls outside, a peal through trees and against the cabin walls, as sharp as my grip: forcing your thighs open.

Do you know now you’ll be bruised? Marked by my hands, by the storm inside me that comes out around you? Or can you think at all, only feeling, only writhing, lost in the storm as my mouth rushes in to devour you…

Water washes over you, hot and liquid, tiny kisses falling across your body in a steady rhythm as you stand in your shower. It slides in trickling rivers into your hair, down over the nape of your neck, swirling down your spine to caress the small of your back with its heat until it slips down over you, dripping like kisses where it pours off of your body. The steam rises around you and wraps you in a cloak of watery caresses.

My eyes meet yours through the steam as I step nude into the shower. Can you see the desire that rises from me? I want you, and that thirst is as palpable as a hot breeze that rushes across your body. Already you see my firm need presented to you, smooth and ready to take you…I want nothing more than to be inside you, sealed and stroking within the tight wet heat that makes this shower seem as but a raindrop. But I wait…

I lean forward, eyes locked on yours with my mouth nearly touching you, almost brushing across your lips as I reach behind you. So close am I that I can feel the aura of your being, and I moan as I force myself to wait…to continue to entice you…Already I can hear only your breathing… Read more »

I stopped the truck outside and thanked God my shift was nearly over. It was a blazing hot day, and the dark brown of my UPS uniform was soaking up the heat like mad. “Just one more house,” I thought as I checked my clipboard and went to find the package.

Rebecca Hayle – One package: Ticket #8675309

It wasn’t too hard to find. The last package in the truck is usually like that. I glanced at the label. Victoria’s Secret. Interesting. I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like.

As I stepped from the truck and headed for the door, I could have sworn my ears caught a young woman’s scream. For a moment I tensed, muscles ready to rush to the aid of someone in distress, but it didn’t last, and as I continued to the door, I realized, playing the sound back in my mind, that that scream was filled with anything but distress. Pleasure…sin…lust…and absolute release. Even the hint of that sound had me wondering if perhaps I should wait just a little bit to ring the doorbell, or at least keep my the package strategically placed over the swelling in my uniform. But somehow I wanted to get to that house as soon as possible. Read more »