I actually wrote this longhand last night, by the light of my flickering television with my trusty pen in my little red plaid journal that I keep at my bedside for just this reason. It was after 4 in the morning, the sky was beginning to lighten and sleep still wasn't coming to me. So I decided to write out my thoughts. I am not a professional writer, yet, however occasionally an idea for a short story or plot, anything really, will come to me and I like to capture it on paper should I ever have a use for it later on - just as I love to capture moments in time on film to adorn my walls. Not many have read what I create; I guess that's a fear on my behalf that I'm not good enough, so please be patient and feel free to offer anything you might have on my creative writings. I will signify what's creative and what is factual - but don't let that stop you, comment away. :~) Happy readings, I hope you never experience the misery of insomnia - however if you do you're always welcome here; sweet dreams! Oh and everything in my blog is mine - you may not reprint or copy it with out my permission. Thanks!
Quietly; in the deepest, darkest corner of the seedy establishment, they sat intently studying their hands. So high were the stakes - a pinch of ego, dash of pride, heaping of pleasure and a leap of faith - that she was blissfully ignorant to the comings and goings around them as the minutes slid past. The ever mounting tension was almost palpable.
Her heart was beating so hard it had fallen in time with the sultry music. Both pulsing to the same rhythm, she was no longer certain if it was the music or her heartbeat she felt pounding against her chest. Weak with anticipation, she sheepishly raised her eyes and peeked at him sitting so statuesque, from under her bangs and once again wondered if this was a dream. He sensed her gaze upon him and knew it was time to end their misery. The corner of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly, she was unsure whether she’d actually seen him smirk or if it was the poor lighting and thick smoke trying to trick her until she noticed his hand lowering to the stained, felt covered tabletop. He knew he had her full cooperation as he watched her dark eyes following the descent of his hand, where he gingerly laid his cards on the grimy table. Wanting to claim his prize and knowing how deeply she ached for him to do just that, he waited for her glazed eyes to once again return to his face.
Desire coursed through her body. It started in her thighs and began to rise, penetrating deep within until she felt a hot-white metallic sensation in the very core of her being. The sensation was so overpowering that she was positive it was a conduit linking her desire to his passion. Her stomach knotted itself high in her throat; her entire body felt like it had been turned to liquid from the fervor that took hold of her. Cautiously she raised her eyes from his sturdy hand, where she paused a brief moment at the sight of his solid chest and wondered how his heartbeat would feel pressed against her own. Continuing to raise her eyes she noticed the hollowed spot where his neck merged with his chest and considered how his taut skin would taste on her tongue. Reverently she pulled her eyes away from his throat where they came to rest on his full lips, desire shot through her causing the conduit to spark deep within her body; she desperately wanted to have his lips covering her own – his tongue claiming her hot mouth, caressing her own tongue. He barely noticed her ragged gasp and struggled with himself not to chuckle for he knew this was a big step she was taking and did not want to cause her any reason to shy away from him. Ever so slowly her gaze came to rest on his, she saw the slight flicker of passion dance in the depths of his eyes and knew she would finish this to the end or die from the desire raking through her body. Lazily, he smiled at her, raised his eyebrow and muttered “I believe it’s time you assume the position” as he pushed his chair back from the table.
For the first time all night she nervously became aware of their surroundings. She looked around and was relieved to discover they were secluded in their corner, shrouded by the smoky atmosphere and cloaked with the diffused lighting that she could barely make out any other occupants. Shaking ever so slightly she stood and smoothed her skirt, walked over to his side of the table and leaned against the table as though this was the most common thing to do in her life. Her bare leg brushed his warm thigh and he gingerly opened his fist so the backs of his fingers grazed her smooth skin, causing another spark deep within her. Trying to hide her uncertainty she asked “and how should we do this?” The desire that had been building in her seemed to take control of her as she found herself moving in front of his relaxed body. Smirking at him she turned to face the table, braced her hands on the edge of the tabletop and looked over her shoulder to suggest “we could do it like this, and no one would ever be the wiser or. . .” She turned back to him, the desire burned brightly in her eyes and stole his breath – he had no idea she’d take control so smoothly and found himself wondering if this really was a first for her. As she stepped closer to him, he found his body wound tightly with anticipation, and closer still she came.
For the first time all night he was blissfully ignorant of their surroundings as she came to a stop, straddling his lap; her hair falling freely to frame her face she brought her face a mere inch from his own. He could feel her hot breath against his skin as she softly said “we could do it like this.” As she lowered her body to his he was keenly aware of the moist heat emanating from her. He raised a single eyebrow and questioned “are you sure? This may be more than you bargained for.” Pleasantly surprised he heard her moaned compliance as she shuddered in expectancy and placed his hands on her waist. Her smile reached her eyes and the excitement sparkled in them, softly she said “punish me babe.” This time he couldn't suppress his chuckle as his hands slide lower down her backside, he squeezed her ass with his right hand and felt her shudder. His voice thick with desire he grumbled “you asked for it” as his left hand lifted for a moment only to forcefully return as he spanked her.
Involuntarily her hips rocked with the force and she felt his body tighten with the same craving that raked her own body, causing her thighs to dampen. Her heart jumped and her breath caught in her throat as she eagerly awaited the second smack, yet it didn’t appear that he would oblige. Flustered she tilted her head to the side, lowered her eyes to his bottom lip and asked “is that all?” She knew it was then or never, so she mustered her courage and went in for the kill. He sat there in amazement as she experimentally began to kiss him. Her lips felt soft as they gingerly met his own. Desperate to control his hunger for her he squeezed her ass again which was all the encouragement she needed. Her tongue tenderly passed through his and began to explore his mouth, all too pleased with herself as he began to participate. Enthralled with her kiss and ever dampening heat, he caressed her tongue with his own; passing it through her lips and tracing the line of her teeth. Coming to his senses he tried to end the kiss but she was not having it so she sucked his tongue back into her ready mouth and pushed her hips back into his hand. “To hell with it” he thought as he spanked her ass in concession, again causing her hips to rock with the force of his smack. He hesitated a second as he considered if he was being too rough, her eagerness quickly answered his doubt as she pushed back into his hand again, he raised his hand and decided to follow her lead.
The desire consumed her as she sucked his lower lip and felt that third smack, causing her to bite down on his lip. Shocked by the sudden piercing pain, he pulled away from the kiss so she moved to his neck and began exploring his salty skin. She gently nibbled his earlobe and flicked her tongue over the tender spot right behind his earlobe, kissing a trail down the side of his neck to that hollow spot she’d noticed a few minutes earlier. Enthralled with her kisses on his neck he rolled his head back and pulled her waist down closer to him, neither aware of the cessation in her punishment. Her hands fell from the back of the chair to his shoulders, as she was pushed harder down on his lap her fingers found the tiny buttons keeping his chest from her touch. Making quick work of the buttons she began to entwine her fingers in his chest hair, her hips rocking back and forth of their own accord. His left hand lowered down the side of her thigh until he felt her silky skin beneath his touch. Still tasting his neck, her fingers found his hardened nipples. She playfully pinched and pulled at his nipples; wishing she could feel the roughened pad of his thumb caressing her own nipples. As a final show of doubt he hesitantly caressed her thigh, gently raising it higher and wondering if she would stop him. Instead of stopping him she followed suite. Looking him in the eye she raised her hips a bit and dropped her hands to his waistband. This time it was him that gasped. She threw her head back, laughed and nudged his hand higher under her skirt as she rolled her hips closer to his hand and unbuttoned his jeans. He was as taut as a stretched rubber band. The need to feel her consume him shot throughout his body. Lost in the wave of yearning his head snapped up as he realized his fingers were slick with her wetness and the thin layer of cloth that should have been separating him from her was not there. Feeling his fingers at the verge of entering her throbbing body, she locked her eyes on his, grasped his shaft firmly in her delicate hand and lowered her hips, causing him to enter her. He gripped her thighs to contain his excitement; he definitely wanted this to last as long as possible. She, on the other hand, was beyond control – she’d taken that leap of faith and was rolling her hips with fates rhythm. Digging his fingers into the flesh of her thighs he maintained the eye contact he knew she desperately needed to keep her confidence up. Faster and deeper she plunged him into her body, about to burst with the built up frustration and desire. Clinging to his shoulders for support she frantically rocked them to the brink of explosion.
Quietly; in the deepest, darkest corner of the seedy establishment, they sat intently studying their hands. So high were the stakes - a pinch of ego, dash of pride, heaping of pleasure and a leap of faith - that she was blissfully ignorant to the comings and goings around them as the minutes slid past. The ever mounting tension was almost palpable.
Her heart was beating so hard it had fallen in time with the sultry music. Both pulsing to the same rhythm, she was no longer certain if it was the music or her heartbeat she felt pounding against her chest. Weak with anticipation, she sheepishly raised her eyes and peeked at him sitting so statuesque, from under her bangs and once again wondered if this was a dream. He sensed her gaze upon him and knew it was time to end their misery. The corner of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly, she was unsure whether she’d actually seen him smirk or if it was the poor lighting and thick smoke trying to trick her until she noticed his hand lowering to the stained, felt covered tabletop. He knew he had her full cooperation as he watched her dark eyes following the descent of his hand, where he gingerly laid his cards on the grimy table. Wanting to claim his prize and knowing how deeply she ached for him to do just that, he waited for her glazed eyes to once again return to his face.
Desire coursed through her body. It started in her thighs and began to rise, penetrating deep within until she felt a hot-white metallic sensation in the very core of her being. The sensation was so overpowering that she was positive it was a conduit linking her desire to his passion. Her stomach knotted itself high in her throat; her entire body felt like it had been turned to liquid from the fervor that took hold of her. Cautiously she raised her eyes from his sturdy hand, where she paused a brief moment at the sight of his solid chest and wondered how his heartbeat would feel pressed against her own. Continuing to raise her eyes she noticed the hollowed spot where his neck merged with his chest and considered how his taut skin would taste on her tongue. Reverently she pulled her eyes away from his throat where they came to rest on his full lips, desire shot through her causing the conduit to spark deep within her body; she desperately wanted to have his lips covering her own – his tongue claiming her hot mouth, caressing her own tongue. He barely noticed her ragged gasp and struggled with himself not to chuckle for he knew this was a big step she was taking and did not want to cause her any reason to shy away from him. Ever so slowly her gaze came to rest on his, she saw the slight flicker of passion dance in the depths of his eyes and knew she would finish this to the end or die from the desire raking through her body. Lazily, he smiled at her, raised his eyebrow and muttered “I believe it’s time you assume the position” as he pushed his chair back from the table.
For the first time all night she nervously became aware of their surroundings. She looked around and was relieved to discover they were secluded in their corner, shrouded by the smoky atmosphere and cloaked with the diffused lighting that she could barely make out any other occupants. Shaking ever so slightly she stood and smoothed her skirt, walked over to his side of the table and leaned against the table as though this was the most common thing to do in her life. Her bare leg brushed his warm thigh and he gingerly opened his fist so the backs of his fingers grazed her smooth skin, causing another spark deep within her. Trying to hide her uncertainty she asked “and how should we do this?” The desire that had been building in her seemed to take control of her as she found herself moving in front of his relaxed body. Smirking at him she turned to face the table, braced her hands on the edge of the tabletop and looked over her shoulder to suggest “we could do it like this, and no one would ever be the wiser or. . .” She turned back to him, the desire burned brightly in her eyes and stole his breath – he had no idea she’d take control so smoothly and found himself wondering if this really was a first for her. As she stepped closer to him, he found his body wound tightly with anticipation, and closer still she came.
For the first time all night he was blissfully ignorant of their surroundings as she came to a stop, straddling his lap; her hair falling freely to frame her face she brought her face a mere inch from his own. He could feel her hot breath against his skin as she softly said “we could do it like this.” As she lowered her body to his he was keenly aware of the moist heat emanating from her. He raised a single eyebrow and questioned “are you sure? This may be more than you bargained for.” Pleasantly surprised he heard her moaned compliance as she shuddered in expectancy and placed his hands on her waist. Her smile reached her eyes and the excitement sparkled in them, softly she said “punish me babe.” This time he couldn't suppress his chuckle as his hands slide lower down her backside, he squeezed her ass with his right hand and felt her shudder. His voice thick with desire he grumbled “you asked for it” as his left hand lifted for a moment only to forcefully return as he spanked her.
Involuntarily her hips rocked with the force and she felt his body tighten with the same craving that raked her own body, causing her thighs to dampen. Her heart jumped and her breath caught in her throat as she eagerly awaited the second smack, yet it didn’t appear that he would oblige. Flustered she tilted her head to the side, lowered her eyes to his bottom lip and asked “is that all?” She knew it was then or never, so she mustered her courage and went in for the kill. He sat there in amazement as she experimentally began to kiss him. Her lips felt soft as they gingerly met his own. Desperate to control his hunger for her he squeezed her ass again which was all the encouragement she needed. Her tongue tenderly passed through his and began to explore his mouth, all too pleased with herself as he began to participate. Enthralled with her kiss and ever dampening heat, he caressed her tongue with his own; passing it through her lips and tracing the line of her teeth. Coming to his senses he tried to end the kiss but she was not having it so she sucked his tongue back into her ready mouth and pushed her hips back into his hand. “To hell with it” he thought as he spanked her ass in concession, again causing her hips to rock with the force of his smack. He hesitated a second as he considered if he was being too rough, her eagerness quickly answered his doubt as she pushed back into his hand again, he raised his hand and decided to follow her lead.
The desire consumed her as she sucked his lower lip and felt that third smack, causing her to bite down on his lip. Shocked by the sudden piercing pain, he pulled away from the kiss so she moved to his neck and began exploring his salty skin. She gently nibbled his earlobe and flicked her tongue over the tender spot right behind his earlobe, kissing a trail down the side of his neck to that hollow spot she’d noticed a few minutes earlier. Enthralled with her kisses on his neck he rolled his head back and pulled her waist down closer to him, neither aware of the cessation in her punishment. Her hands fell from the back of the chair to his shoulders, as she was pushed harder down on his lap her fingers found the tiny buttons keeping his chest from her touch. Making quick work of the buttons she began to entwine her fingers in his chest hair, her hips rocking back and forth of their own accord. His left hand lowered down the side of her thigh until he felt her silky skin beneath his touch. Still tasting his neck, her fingers found his hardened nipples. She playfully pinched and pulled at his nipples; wishing she could feel the roughened pad of his thumb caressing her own nipples. As a final show of doubt he hesitantly caressed her thigh, gently raising it higher and wondering if she would stop him. Instead of stopping him she followed suite. Looking him in the eye she raised her hips a bit and dropped her hands to his waistband. This time it was him that gasped. She threw her head back, laughed and nudged his hand higher under her skirt as she rolled her hips closer to his hand and unbuttoned his jeans. He was as taut as a stretched rubber band. The need to feel her consume him shot throughout his body. Lost in the wave of yearning his head snapped up as he realized his fingers were slick with her wetness and the thin layer of cloth that should have been separating him from her was not there. Feeling his fingers at the verge of entering her throbbing body, she locked her eyes on his, grasped his shaft firmly in her delicate hand and lowered her hips, causing him to enter her. He gripped her thighs to contain his excitement; he definitely wanted this to last as long as possible. She, on the other hand, was beyond control – she’d taken that leap of faith and was rolling her hips with fates rhythm. Digging his fingers into the flesh of her thighs he maintained the eye contact he knew she desperately needed to keep her confidence up. Faster and deeper she plunged him into her body, about to burst with the built up frustration and desire. Clinging to his shoulders for support she frantically rocked them to the brink of explosion.
Ooops sorry I removed the last paragraph. I am using it in the follow up post. As it comes along I will post the updates, please be patient.
ETA: This is a creative writing
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