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Desire

She texted him. "Tonight. 9.30 pm. The Ritz". As she reclined on her chair, sipping a warm, deliciously rich coffee, she felt shivers of pleasure down her spine…

The phone vibrated. He was busy at work, and glanced at his phone. A message from her! He read it. He felt his organ growing under his well ironed trousers, and his ears turning a shade of scarlet at the thought of what she must have planned for him…

The day progressed, and so did their eagerness to meet. No sooner did the clock strike 9, did he switch off his laptop. He raced down the stairs, not waiting for the lift to arrive. He revved up the gear on his BMW, and drove at a speed he wouldn't usually drive at. But then, it wasn't going to be a usual night…

She was waiting in the lobby, elegantly perched upon a high backed chair, her legs crossed. A fitted black skirt, skimming her knees, sheer black stockings, a deep grey shirt, the buttons straining across her bosom, and deep red lips. Just how he liked them. Read more »

Vega

My keys stabbed into my back with every pump. The car was cramped, fogged, echoing moans and breath. Our clothes were still half on, her skirt was hiked and my jeans low, just enough to reach each other. My right hand was on her breast, her nipple rest between my middle and ring finger. They got hard when I would tell her how tight and satisfying she was, or when I spanked her through her skirt. I grabbed her ass with both hands, one of my fingers landed on the outside of her asshole. She loved the tease, and would bring her hips back on her downstroke to encourage me to move closer. I gave her another spank before reclining my seat and pulled her towards me. She smelled like patchouli incense, her olive skin was rippled with goosebumps. I could hit her sweetest spots like this, fast. I had her long ebony hair gripped and pulled so her neck bent and she faced upwards, her mouth blissfully hanging open. The most beautiful sounds came from the back of her throat, and I felt her torso pressing into mine like it always does before she comes. My biggest problem in bed is that the sound and feeling of her oncoming orgasm is what sets me off, and I have to fight to reach my own apex during of after hers. I grabbed her shoulder with the hand that was not wrapped in her hair, gripped, and pulled her body down, as deep as I could, before my body became it’s sentient self and forced my head back. My shoulders flex, my hands pulled her hair harder and gripped her body. Her nails dug into my neck and shoulders, and the chirps she let escape into my ear were even more satiating than my own pulsing muscles. I didn’t even notice the officers lights in the window. Read more »

Catnip (OC short)

Nipple rings. I’ve been obsessed with them lately. The desire to impale something so sensitive tells of some beautiful neural highways I would love to drive. The vines on her dark skin crawled up the side of her breast, and from my position behind her, it tangled with my fingers, through her rings, and helped squeeze the way she liked it. I loosened my grip so that her breasts sat in my hand, and the sway from each thrust made her nipples brush my calloused palms, and they stiffened.

Because it was Her, I was in heaven. I wished I could slip my middle fingers through her rings and keep her captive. My face would land in her neck and my hip bones would lock into the dimples on her back. I would walk for both of us, carry her anywhere, and it would be worth it. White.

Truth & Games [mmf – WIP]

Here’s a preview of a new story I'm working on. It’s… different. I’d love to know what you think!

“Let’s play a game,” Felicity said, as Aaron mixed their third round of Margaritas on her kitchen counter. Though it was late spring, it looked like anything but. The rain was coming down in sheets outside. Sheets.

Ben snorted. “What kind of game? Poker? You hate it. Go Fish?”

Felicity pulled one of her curls out so that she could see it, searching for the grey that would appear one of these years. “I had something different in mind,” she said.

“What?” Aaron said wryly as he splashed tequila liberally into the pitcher,“Spin the Bottle? Truth or Dare?”

“Something a little more like that, I suppose,” said Felicity as demurely as she could manage, reaching down and pulling a tiny clear vial from her purse, which was resting on the floor beneath the table.

“What the hell’s that, Lici?” Ben asked. Aaron placed the lime-green pitcher in the center of table and peered at the little bottle, clearly intrigued.

“Truth serum,” said Felicity and held up the label. “Amobarbital.” Read more »

[mf, dirty talk] Whisper in My Ear

The party was in full swing and James had just finished setting up the sound system with Kevin. He was pretty proud of how it had turned out, even though he knew Maya was humoring him when she oohed and ahhed over the way they’d situated the speakers for maximum amplification. He was also just this side of shit-faced, which probably had something to do with the small shake of her head she’d given as she’d walked away and left them to it.

He saw her on the balcony, leaning over the railing and watching the festivities going on below. In just a simple skirt and a tight shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, she still looked the same as she had four years ago when they’d first met. The neon lights outside the bay windows played on the contours of her face and in the lighter strands of her hair, and she was absolutely beautiful. It made his heart ache in that good way that happened more and more often around her.

There was another ache developing, too—this one a bit further south. Read more »

[mf, critiqueish] Miss Insert Here

"You like sucking it, bitch?”

Let it be known that I am a strong advocate to the benefits of responsible alcohol use. So much so that if there was ever another prohibition on it, I'd be the first to offer bootleg moonshine out of my basement.

That being said, I am not an example of responsibility. That colorful spectrum of what is responsible and what isn't is something I must have selective color blindness for. It is much easier accepting a fault in the making of my eyes as opposed to a fault in my judgment. Now, there are many things I could blame what's happening right now on. Many, many things.

"Mm," I muffle, my mouth full. I mean to continue with, "Does it look like I'm capable of holding a conversation when I'm in the middle of deepthroating you?" but what comes out instead is, "Mmm mm mmm."

We could blame my mother. That's always an option, no matter what the situation. Out of creamer and sugar for coffee? Damn you, mother! On my knees for a man that doesn't even know my last name and is incapable of saying the word cock? Damn you again, mother! Read more »

Sexy Strangers [feedback][short story][MMF][cuckold]

The rest of the story can be found here. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

VI. SHY NO MORE

As Brian is kissing her neck, Isabel is overcome with tremendous feelings of desire and nervousness. I can't believe this is happening. These guys are both about to have their way with me, and Jon is going to be there watching the whole time. Her body shook at the thought. She felt Marc exploring her thighs, slipping his fingers between her dress and her skin. He slowly slid it up over her body, and she instinctively put her arms up so that he could get it off. Wearing nothing but her tiny black thong, she felt suddenly exposed. But she resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her hands, and instead used those hands to pull Brian's face to her own and kiss him. This is it. Now, it's time to let go.

She rubbed Brian's dick again through his pants as they kissed. This thing is huge. I want to taste it so bad. Probably sensing her urgency, Brian placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. Marc got off the bed and stood at Brian's side. Read more »

The Transformation Chapter 3

Camille woke with a start. It had been a week since she had first started feeling horny and it hadn't gotten any better; if anything it had gotten worse. As she slowly opened her eyes she briefly wondered if her habit of masturbating every night before sleep had made things worse. She smiled and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Who cares." She thought as her hands strayed back to her breasts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and seemed to beckon for her touch. Each of her fingers rode ever the nipple of her left breast as she could sense the now-permanent ache building in her groin. Camille spared only a a passing thought for why she had woken up without a t-shirt on before she remembered taking it off the night before during her last self-love session.

Camille let a little gasp out as she used both hands to knead her breasts. Her legs spread involuntarily and her right hand strayed from her tit down to her panties. As she had anticipated she was already soaked. She would have slept in the nude but given her constant arousal and self-pleasuring she didn't want the help to explain to James why they had to clean her sheets constantly. Her breathing quickened as she slipped her hand underneath the pink and purple horizontal striped panties and begin toying her clit. Read more »

Spanking: Her first time [spanking] [BDSM] [D/s] [pleasure] [MF] [orgasm] [erotica] [belt] [submission] [Dominant] [play]

Writen by me © In the Quiet

This is one of my favorite subjects, since I like to spank. So for me it is not if I will spank you it is when I will spank you. So first let me give a little disclaimer, I do not condone abuse. I will never and have never abused a woman, the thought repulses me and I am ashamed to be part of a Gender where the beating and tolerance of abuse is Admired. Abuse is never ok. Let me establish that when I talk about Spanking or Discipline (Correction) it is in terms of Safe Sane and Consensual an act agreed upon in a relationship, such as D/s or even in a regular relationship where some dabble in Kink.

There are two basic forms of spanking one is to correct (discipline your submissive). The other is sensual and erotic a form of play. I do not like to correct my little but it must be done, for it is my responsibility as a Dominant to Discipline when warranted. Read more »

The Transformation Chapter 2

Link to Chapter 1

Camille awoke and checked her smartphone. She almost didn't know where she was until she realized she was in James Camden's house, his mansion. It was 6:00 AM, she didn't want to be late for her first breakfast. It was going to be a big day. Class in the morning, shopping in the afternoon then dinner and working on her thesis at night. She read a few articles and checked her bank account, another 5,000 had been deposited. She smiled. This was too lucky. She fired off a text to Lizzie promising to tell her all about it over lunch, she promised to take her shopping on the weekend. Then she got ready and walked to the dining room at 7:55.

James was already dressed and waiting. He wore another suit and Camille found that she could get used to this. Breakfast with an attractive billionaire. Lambo ride to class. She just had to finish her thesis to graduate. Who knew, she thought, maybe James will need a financial advisor after I graduate. If he's willing to pay me 5 grand a day to shop who knows what he would be willing to pay for real work. Read more »