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Also By Keirah M Betrayed Karma Stolen Behind Closed Doors Masterminds Unfinished Business (Jade Series) Making Jade (Jade Series) Marcus (Jade Series) Erotica L.I.P.S (Live In Pure Seduction): A collection of short erotic stories Exposed & Xrated: A personal view of sex between the sexes Fantasy The Blue Books V.1

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Keriah M Live In Pure Seduction

Silk It was my first time, I wasn't sure what to expect but my friend told me to keep an open mind. That was always a challenge, but this sounded intriguing. It took me hours to decide what to wear but I finally settled on my black dress. I know that is not exciting but that's as exciting as I get. I arrived at his house at exactly 8, from the outside it appeared normal, it was in a nice neighbourhood which made me feel a little more at ease. I parked just a few houses away and walked towards his house. Already my heart was beating and hearing the sound of my own heals against the concrete did not make it any easier. I stood at his door for five minutes, this is it last chance to change my mind, but it was too late he opened the door. He was tall, brown eyes brown hair, with a very nicely toned body that looked nothing like a wrestler which is what I imagined. He smiled, and I could see the dimples on his cheeks. He took my hand and I felt a sudden rush of excitement and heat that I knew must have been obvious by the way he looked at me.

“Don't worry, you are safe with me” His voice was smooth like what I imagined cream would sound like if it could talk.

As he leads me to another room I could feel him softly caressing my hand with his fingers, making small circles in my palm that made my ears burn. I found it hard to focus and almost didn't notice how the rooms were decorated. The walls and furniture were deep purples and reds, mixed with black and an touch of white here and there. He finally stopped at a door and let go of my hand.

“Trust me” There was no smile in his eyes or in his voice, just a compelling seriousness that made me want to just do as he says. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red silk blind fold. He let his hand brush against my face as he put it over my eyes.

I almost let a moan escape my lips but caught it just in time. I heard him unlock the door.

“Wait.”

I took a deep breath and did as he asked. I could smell soft scents but couldn’t identify any of them. Finally, he came for me took my hand and lead me into the room, immediately I felt silk fabrics caressing my face and shoulders as I walked inside, I could only imagine they were hanging from the ceiling, cascading down like silk water falls.

He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. His touch was not soft but had purpose. It sent chills up my back as he continued down to my waist and then my thighs. I felt weak, struggling to keep myself standing.

“Don't move, trust me.”

He then continued down my thighs and my legs and lifted my foot, he took off my shoe and held my foot in his hand. For some reason I felt naked, he put my foot down and continued the same process with my other foot. Once my shoes were off he walked and stood behind me, I could feel the heat from his body as he slid my dress off. The sound of it hitting the floor turned me on. What happened next surprised me, he picked me up in his arms and threw me, as I landed on a bed his body followed capturing me like a prey. He raised my hands above my head and caressed my neck with his lips then his tongue as he made his was along my colour bone towards my breasts.

“Don’t resist.”

Unable to see my senses went into overdrive, every touch sound and smell made my body go wild. The combination of his firm grasp of my body and the sensual way he licked my thighs made me feel more like a goddess than a woman. He pulled my panties down around my ass making sure the lace rubbed against my skin as it made it’s way to my ankles and finally off my body.

“Tell me you want it.”

His voice was barely a whisper; my mind was confused. He ran his lips from the center of my belly and stopped just between my chest. I felt his hand sliding down my body then lifting my leg separating it from the other. I was on fire, the heat escaped from between my legs warming us both, his touch his lips his hands made it hard to keep still. Made it impossible to remain silent and made it easy to submit.

“Surrender.”

“YES!”.

K.M

The Threesome It took me years to convince my girlfriend to participate in a threesome. She is somewhat reserved, and I have been trying to get her out of her comfort zone.

I knew a threesome would be a big step, but this was something I had always desired and would only do if she would be a part. For the last few months I have been working closely with one of my co workers, she had a subtle kind of sexuality that was meant to seduce even the most stubborn of men. After a few months I managed to get her to agree to be our third person, the excitement I felt was beyond words and I wanted everything to be perfect.

I booked a room at a hotel downtown, I had a selection of liquor, candles and music ready. My girlfriend was going to meet us here and I was already in the room with Jasmine, that is her name. She had black hair and full lips, the curve on her back down to her ass looked like a slide and I imagined myself sliding down it right between her legs delivering the perfect backshot.

As my mind went wild with the things we were about to do I heard a soft knock on the door. When I opened it I couldn’t believe my eyes, someone who looked like my woman was dressed in a red lace corset, tall black high heal boots and a long black coat. She wore red lipstick and a combination of black and grey eye shadow that made her eyes smoky and mysterious. In her hand she carried a case and I couldn’t help noticing the long black gloves. It took all the strength I had in reserve not to take her right then, she gave me a mysterious smile and passed by me making sure her hand rubbed against me as she passed. I shut the door now readier then ever to see what was in store. Jasmine was laying on her side in the bed with a drink in her hand, the two women looked at each other, in my mind they were already in the bed touching places I would be in later. I sat on the end of the bed and watch her get ready, she opened the case which had a combination lock and took out a set of diamond handcuffs. She turned to face me with the cuffs hanging in her finger tips as she parted her legs and shifted her hip to one side.

“Get on the bed”

Her tone was commanding and seductive, something I had never heard from her before. I put myself further on the bed laying on my back. She looked at Jasmine.

“Strip him.”

The words wholly fuck blew up in my mind as Jasmine began to remove my clothes. When she got to my shorts my girl stopped her.

“NO! Do that with your mouth.”

Skillfully Jasmine put her face between my legs, she looked up at me and smiled, I was so distracted by her face I didn’t see when my girl came to the side of the bed.

She grappled my wrists and cuffed me to the bed, I looked up at her as she smiled down at me. But her smile told me this wasn’t over and that excited me, I was so hard that I feared I wouldn’t make it passed the first round. Once I was naked my girl got on the bed behind Jasmine, from behind her she looked me in my eyes and started touching her.

First, she grabbed her hair and licked her neck, ran her hands over her breasts and between her legs causing Jasmine to moan. She removed her panties from her hips and made Jasmine get on her hands and knees, so her face was just above me. With her finger still deep inside Jasmine she whispered, “Make him cum for us.”

Unable to move my hands I was at the mercy of these women; Jasmine’s mouth was warm and soft and sent me into convulsions as she licked and flicked me with her tongue. The sounds of both women moaning filled my ears as I caught a glimpse of my girl with her face between Jasmine’s legs. The more she made her feel the deeper she took me in. I was now at the brink of madness and could no longer hold myself back, Jasmine suddenly stopped and put herself over my face as my girl straddled me. The ride was vicious, she grabbed her hair as I plunged my tongue inside her and wrapped my lips around her clit.

The sound of us all cuming together was something I would never forget.

K.M

Playmate Summer always brought out the hidden desires of people. All winter they stay locked up in their homes under layers of clothing just waiting for the first break of sun as an excuse to wear less and show more. I live in a neighbourhood that has never done a single thing by their own hands, so the hired help has kept me, well, let's just say well entertained.

So, my excitement for summer is a little different, my excitements name is Daniel.

Every year he works on my neighbours’ backyard, the first time I saw him I was looking out my bedroom window. He was laying the wood for the deck and at first, I was interested in the design of the deck but then I found myself imagining him working just as hard on me as he was on that piece. I knew I shouldn't be thinking these things, but I found myself looking out for him every weekend hoping that it was going to be hot enough that he'd take his shirt off. It got so bad that I would visit my neighbour with new ideas for their yard just so I could see him again. So, this summer I had it all planned in my head, I was going to talk to him, ask him if he would be available to work on my yard. He arrived on time, I was sitting on my already perfect deck in a t shirt and shorts. I didn't want to seem too obvious, but I still wanted him to notice me.

He took off his shirt, thank you Daniel, and started digging his body was already shiny and looked like a sculpture. His tattoo came to life as his body moved in the sunlight. I felt weak watching him dig into the dirt, moving it from one place to the other, each time sending a sweet tingle between my legs. Now my actions were all in my head as I imagined myself running to him knocking the shovel out of his hands as I locked him in a kiss. My hands finally knowing just how firm and smooth his arms were as I rubbed, grabbed and possibly scratched at his skin. He would then put his hands under my ass and lift me in one motion carrying me back to my place while still in a heated kiss. Unable to make it to the bedroom we settle for my living room knocking over my lamps as we struggle to make it to any surface. The heat has taken over all reason and has me drunk with lust as I tear off the rest of his clothes and mine. We look at each other with the kind of thirst that real lovers share and without hesitation he takes me in every way I had ever imagined.

The sounds we made would cause panic in our neighbors as more things were broken, walls being slammed on, words expressed that I had never used before.

He would then carry me upstairs to my bedroom and lay me down, pouring oil all over my body as if I wasn't wet enough. His hands would slide its way along my back, down my legs where his fingers would gently play between my legs. He would turn me over and continue to play my body like a finely tuned instrument using all the tools he had at his disposal. The noises I'd make would only make him play more aggressively until I would beg him to stop, but to our surprise I enjoyed it too much to give in.

Eventually my legs found its way around his waist pulling him to me as he played me like a violin on its strings. The constant back and forth movements of our bodies made the kind of heat that could only end in one way. In my mind this is the way summer should be spent, in the deep borrows of heat and passion where escape is impossible. A noise escaped my lips and it was only when he looked at me that I realized I hadn't moved from where I was. “Hi� he smiled as he looked at me, I couldn't speak as I was alive and on fire. He must have known what was going on in my head, he must have seen us together the way I seen us, it was just a matter of time.

K.M

Masquerade There it was, sitting on my desk, a black envelope. I looked around wondering who could have left it here and if it was on the right desk. I sat down with my coffee in my hand and just stared at it. This was one of those moments where my next action may change my life forever. I continued to work occasionally glancing at the envelope as if it had done something wrong, I guess I was waiting for the real recipient to come and claim it. But at the end of the day it was still there, I took a deep breath and opened it.

The envelop unfolded to reveal only these words Masquerade and then an address and a date. I flipped the paper over to see if I missed something, but I didn't.

What does that even mean? I had to look it up. Images of women in Victorian styled dresses and masks filled my screen. Men in suits who also wore masks dancing which looked so mysterious. I was intrigued, I've never been to anything like this, I had one week to find something to wear.

It's the night of the event, I was nervous but excited, it took me half an hour to drive to the location. I traveled along a dirt road that turned off into another longer road that ended in front of tall iron gates. A man in a black suit and a mask was standing at the gate. He came to my window and I let it down a crack, he handed me another black envelope then opened the gate. I had to drive down another long road that was lined with tall trees before a house appeared. I stopped just before the rounded driveway and opened the envelope the man gave me. It was instructions: 1. There is no talking in Masquerade communicate with your eyes and hands only.

2. You do not have to participate but you must stay till the Masquerade is complete.

3. There will be no exchange of personal information.

4. You must keep your mask on at all times, remove your mask and you will be escorted to the room till Masquerade is over.

I had to read that twice, exactly what goes on here? I thought of turning back but then remembered my ex accusing me of not being adventurous. I put my mask on and gave the man my keys. I could hear music as I approached the door, the music was ominous which matched the dark and foreboding room I entered. As I walked down the steps from the door I watched men and women dancing together in a waltz, like dolls on a string. To the side there were others all in different kinds of masks just watching the people on the floor. I felt uneasy and out of place even though my attire was well matched with everyone else. I walked to one of the sides where people were watching, in between the pillars I would stop and watch them dance, suddenly getting caught up in their movements.

The music swayed them like branches on a tree and I found myself moving along with them. Then I felt a hand touch my waist and I jumped to see a man standing next to me.

I could smell his cologne, it was not offensive and if I were blind it would be the only reason I said yes. So, abiding by the rules I took his hand and looked him in his eyes.

Never dancing a day in my life this stranger held me by my waist pulled me close and took my hand. He kept his eyes on me which told me to trust him he knows what he is doing. Fear was in mine since I was aware of the others watching. He started off slow, his hands were soft and warm and put my body at ease a little too easily.

His movements were fluid yet strong and I couldn’t help but react to his obvious presence. Closer and closer he pulled me in, deeper and deeper I fell into his trance. The music was a blur, background noise to what I was feeling. Suddenly he kissed me, a passionate kiss that I never expected. But just before I could react he spun me around into the arms of another man who continued the process. Everyone on the floor exchanged partners in a dance and a kiss, but on the side in between the pillars the men and women who were watching were now pleasing each other. The music was now filled with the sounds of pleasure which made the experience more exciting. I wanted to be a part of it all, I made my way around the room escorted by the stranger, who touched and teased me while they all watched. As dry ice filled the room everyone removed their clothes, but all keeping their masks on. It was now a true mystery as no one would ever know exactly who we were or what we did.

K.M

Dining Dark Being in a relationship can be challenging, correction being in my relationship can be challenging.

In the beginning we couldn't get enough of each other. We would go out on dates, quiet nights home, real quality time. Now, if he manages to get me out of my pyjamas or I get him off the computer, there must be a fire. I am almost at the point of hating the way he breathes at night and remembering how I use to think it was so cute.

I was at work when I overheard a co worker talking about it. She and a friend went out on the weekend and found something unexpected. I didn't get to hear the whole story but by the way she was telling it, it sounded very exciting. I managed to hear the name of the restaurant and called my boyfriend asking him to meet me there. I was surprised he said yes because most of the time he was too tired to out. He and I arrived at the same time, I figured our work clothes was good enough for dinner. He took my hand and we walked in together, when we opened the door a woman was standing inside. There was another set of doors that were closed so we couldn’t see inside.

“I'll escort you to your table, please follow the lights on the floor and listen to my instructions.”

We both looked at each other, puzzled but ok sure. When she opened the doors it was pitch black, the doors closed suddenly behind us and blue lights lit up the floor like a runway.

“Welcome to dining dark, your server will be with you shortly to tell you everything that is on our menu. If you have any questions or want anything all you have to do is speak it, someone will be close by to hear you. Please try to remain in your seats as to not disturb the other guests. If you need to get up, your designated lights will point you in the direction you need to go. Enjoy.”

I couldn't see a thing and I couldn't see my boyfriend. She helped us get seated and the lights vanished, we were now completely in the dark. I put my hand on the table hoping I would feel his, eventually he touched me.

“Interesting choice.”

I had forgotten how sexy his voice sounded. A few minutes later someone arrived at our table. They told us everything they had on the menu. We both made a choice and now waited for it to arrive. I wasn't even sure we could talk because I couldn't hear anyone else really talking. I was just about to say something when I felt a warm sensation down my neck.

I touched the spot and there was a liquid that felt like oil.

“Relax we are here to serve.”

I nearly fell out my seat, but strong hands started to massage my neck; my protest ceased. I heard our plates being set on the table, to my surprise and enjoyment the person massaging my neck also fed me my food. I felt like a queen, and while all this was happening in never occurred to me that the same thing was happened to my boyfriend until I heard him moan.

The air filled with exotic smells mixed with the food and the oils that it was hard not to get caught in the moment. Not knowing who or what was happening was also the appeal, but when I felt the hands that were slowly caressing my inner thighs it took the experience to a whole other level. Hearing the noises my boyfriend made only turned me on. Just picturing his face imaging that this was his hands made me want to explode. They kept massaging me and feeding me, rubbing me very close but always inches away. Whispers in the dark of the other guests who must have been experiencing the same thing filled the room. After dinner my boyfriend and I barely made it home, I called in sick the next day, I forgot to eat my dessert.

K.M

The Slide It has been three months since I started dating this woman. Things are going great, at least I think so. We have different interests, but I try not to let that get in the way.

Recently I’ve been having trouble finding new things to do. You can only do so much without repeating events; I’m not that imaginative. One night over dinner she talked to me about her childhood and all the things she wanted to do that she never got a chance to. I listened closely to see if there was anything in that pile of information that I could use. As I was sifting through her emotional mess she stopped suddenly. I was now focused on her wondering what I missed. She looked at me with a big smile and with excitement asked me to take her to an amusement park. I paused for a moment to hear the punch line but she was serious. I agreed and tried not to grind my teeth as I did so.

Few weeks later I found myself at the ticket booth wondering two things, first why does this cost so damn much and second why does this cost so damn much. Amusement parks aren’t my thing, they are improperly named but I wanted the woman I was seeing to have a good time. When she suggested it, I was less than enthused, yet here I am, faking enjoyment. We must have gone on all the rides and played most of the games, the only thing we didn’t go on were the water slides. She dragged me along to one of the longest slides I have ever seen. Something about the way she smiled at me made me follow her.

As we waited in line she slowly started to rub her body against me. I could smell her perfume; her skin was soft and smooth. As we reached the top I was more than aroused by then and just wanted to take her home and show her another way of having fun. But to my surprise she had other ideas. As I sat at the top of the slide she jumped in my lap, because this was a very large tube she fit perfectly.

“You ready?”

“Ready for what?”

She smiled and with one smooth motion she wrapped her legs around me, moved her swim suit aside and put me inside her. As we slid down this slide she rode me as we turned and flipped in the tube.

Water splashed on us which was an odd sensation but turned me on nonetheless.

I held her close as we kissed and moved with the water never separating as the tube propelled us faster and farther. Deeper and deeper she pulled me in making us forget that we were in a public place and soon the ride would have to end. As we got closer, our motions got more violent and the water responded in kind. I didn’t want this to end but at the rate we were going there was no turning back.

Her moans soon turned to screams as we were ejected out of the tube both of us climaxing at the same time as we hit the water.

Underneath we shared a kiss as she pulled away from me and exited the pool. “Again?�

K.M

The Gentlemen It was supposed to be another boring party, my sister insisted on dragging me to her work convention. When we got there, it was just as I expected, a bunch of men and women faking pleasantries. As I made my way through the crowd towards the bar I noticed a man in a grey suit already ordering a drink. I paused for a moment, I am not sure why, but I didn’t want him to see me. I watched him leave with his drink and walk towards another group of men. I was somewhat relieved it wasn’t a woman and continued towards the bar.

Once I had my drink I began stalking him with my eyes, watching his every move.

I was taken by him, the way he moved the way he talked I needed to know more. At every turn I would find myself in proximity to him, close enough that I could smell his cologne but still go unnoticed. I was so distracted by him that I didn’t hear my sister creep up behind me. She was ready to go, but I had other plans. I managed to convince her to stay and have some drinks with me and to my surprise he stayed as well. It was an easy transition, I couldn’t have asked for better circumstances, we struck up a conversation and moved it to the upper level of hall.

He was intelligent not because he wore a bow tie and glasses but the way he formed words with those perfect lips. And when he smiled at me he had me. I had to know more, but I knew this could never be more than a one-night stand, I engaged in him anyway. It was obvious; his confidence. I watched him massage my feet after offering to help me out of my shoes. The moment he touched me I knew it was going to be difficult to restrain myself. He watched me with those eyes, I had to break the trance, throw him off his game and put the moment back in my hands. But he wouldn’t stop, he pressed all the pressure points of my body making me shift in my seat. I was getting warmer, my hands sweating as his hands moved up my leg. Our eyes connected for just one moment, mine daring him to go further his daring me to let him. I was now griping the seat I was in for dear life.

The room took motion as his hands caressed my inner thighs, I wanted to scream out stop but the words escaped me. He pulled the chair with me in it closer to his body.

“How does it feel?”

I couldn’t respond words would never do it justice, all I needed right now was to be put out like a flame. When I opened my eyes, my sister was in the room calling my name.

He backed away, retreated and smiled at me. I walked over to him and fixed his bow tie.

“I didn’t feel anything at all.”

I smiled and walked away, leaving him standing there with his friend hoping he noticed the room key I slipped in his pocket with my phone number attached to it. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again, but I know I’ll never feel that way again.

K.M

There’s a Stranger in My House It was a long week at work, probably one of my longest. Every night I would come home with only enough time to shower, grab something from the fridge and put something on to watch while I ate. Lately that only gave me half hour an hour if I was lucky.

Then after struggling to make it to my bed I would wait for my mind to catch up to my body and agree to initiate sleep. This has been my life for three weeks, and now my mind is a dead zone and my body ground zero.

Tonight, I was looking forward to one thing; a hot shower. When I pulled up in my driveway it was the only thing that was motivating me to get out of the car and not just push the seat back and sleep right there. After all, I was going to be back in my car in a few hours so what was the point in leaving?

My front door was unlocked which normally would alarm me, but because I have been out of sorts I just figured that I forgot to lock it. It was unusually dark inside but that did not stop me from heading to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. When I hit my toe on the table that should have told me something was off, but I just kept going. By now I had decided to kill two birds with one stone and started undressing in the middle of the living room. I grabbed the bottle that was conveniently on the table and abandoned the use of a glass and headed upstairs.

By the time I reached the top I was fully naked, next stop the bathroom. Funny the thought of turning on the lights just felt like too much work, I would then have to go around and turn them off when all I wanted to do after my shower was hit the sheets.

So, the bottle and I got in the shower and I leaned against the wall making love to the bottle with my mouth and enjoying the warm feeling I got in return.

In the middle of my romantic interlude with my wine I heard a noise. It wasn’t loud enough for me to know what it was but it was distinct enough for me to notice. That however wasn’t enough for me to abandon my shower to go and investigate, instead I stood under the water and enjoyed how that felt. But that moment came to a sudden stop when my bathroom door opened. The shower door was flung open and what stopped me from hitting the person with my wine bottle was the fact that it was my neighbor standing in front of me just as nude as I. We both stood there staring at each other in confusion unable to move or speak, I blinked a few times to try and avoid staring at his incredibly shaped body that I now wished would just join me. He must have read my mind because he asked to join me and the fact I did not scream out no gave him enough reasons to step inside. I moved over to the other side of the shower now aware of our proximity and the fact that he and I only shared a hello, and now we are sharing a shower.

He smiled at me in a way that made me feel hot, I tightened my grip on the bottle just to get a sense of reality. He reached for the soap and pulled me closer, why I didn’t resist is beyond me. But then he started to rub me till I turned into bubbles.

He made my nipples hard and my body wet till I couldn’t tell if it was the water or if it was me. He asked me if I had a long day and I just nodded because that was the only function available that my mind could come up with. By now the bathroom looked like a scene from an erotic movie, where there was nothing but steam and the shadows of the people in the shower. Her hand print on the glass as the man pleasured her from what you would assume was in all kinds of ways. And now I wanted to be that woman in the movie and without warning I grabbed him and kissed him in a way that was urgent enough that he could feel it. He raised my legs and I wrapped them around his body without any thought or consequence to my actions. I was no longer tired but now sexually aware of what I needed and what I wanted, and he was willing to deliver; after all what are neighbors for. Our activities spilled into the hallway and the bedroom that lasted all night and into the morning. I woke up soar but well rested only to find my naked neighbor standing at the door with coffee. As my eyes began to focus on my surroundings I realized I was not in my bed, in fact this was not even my room. Confused I sat up as he approached me with a smile.

“I’m glad you finally decided to drop by.”

K.M

Quiet Please!

“Tell me, how can I please you?”

The question was simple enough. I wanted all of my wildest dreams fulfilled. To be taken over and over in ways I could never imagine. To be wanted and desired - had and then be lost in the depth of passion and lust combined. We walked side by side down the street, my mind was racing with thoughts of him touching me, tasting me, I was drunk with excitement. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t realize he had stopped walking. I looked back to see him standing in front of a library.

Now he has my attention.

He motioned for me to follow him, he would hear no argument from me. He asked me what I liked to read, I told him mysteries. We headed to that isle which was conveniently located in the back. I walked along the books running my fingers along the sides as I passed them by. He followed me, I could feel his eyes one me which only excited me more. Eventually I reached an end and turned to face him only to see a smile on his face. Dare I anticipate what was next? What was the plan? I looked around and realized that there was nowhere else to go. He moved closer to me and I could feel my body shake, just a little. The heat that was generating between the two of us quickly fogged the window that was nearby and would soon be imprinted with my hands as he pressed me firmly against it.

His kisses lingered on my neck as he touched my sides and soon my back. I looked up to see a sign that said, “Quiet Please”. That was one rule I had no choice but to break because my body was already screaming. Over and over he pushed my limits of control, the urge to take over I suppressed because for once I did not want to take the lead. He recognized this and did everything in his power to bring me to the brink of begging.

The sounds of other people nearby proved to be a challenge as he raised my dress just high enough as I attempted to not alert anyone to what was going on between the books. As he shushed me I thought is this man crazy, thinking I can be quiet at a time like this. But it only got worse as he began to lose himself to the moment and dragging me helplessly along. The combination of him touching and kissing me warmed me from the inside which was where he was now stroking ever so nicely.

Easy; he made it seem, as we became one with each other forgetting where we were. The noises I made may have drawn attention, I’m not sure and I really didn’t care. Soon he picked me up and leaned me against the books and for some strange reason the smell of them only brought me that much closer to ecstasy. He grabbed my hair and called me baby, made the most exotic sounds as he dived deeper into my soul where pleasure lived. I held on to him with a promise that I would take him further than he has ever been. To a place that had no escape. Faster and faster we fell into each other until we couldn’t take it anymore and gave in. We both released a cry that I was now sure people heard and was bound to find us there amongst the books in a position that was not meant for reading.

As I regained consciousness I looked to find a woman standing there with her arms folded. I smiled at her as he and I ran passed her leaving several books on the floor that must have fallen. We were banned from ever entering that library, understandably, but it was worth every salty word we suffered at the mouth of the woman who caught us. What can I say, I have a new passion for books.

K.M

Into The Wild There was no adventure that I hadn’t experienced. I guess you could call me an action junkie but it was more about experiencing life. I’ve dated all kinds of women but none of them could keep my attention long enough. It came to a point where I had just given up on ever meeting someone who could excite me.

It was a typical day for me, I went to work then prepared myself to go for a run in the park. Normally I take the path but this time I thought I would challenge myself and go off road. Half way through my run I heard a woman call out. I wasn’t sure at first, so I stopped and waited. When I heard it again I walked into the direction of her calls. I must have walked through several bushes and went deeper into the wild than I had planned but I needed to make sure she was not hurt or in trouble.

Finally, I came to a small clearing where a big willow tree stood in the center. I thought to myself this was way too convenient. I walked closer and as I got close to the tree I realized she was on the other side. People would swear I am lying when I tell you that what I saw was something I did not expect. There she was dressed in what looked like an amazon princess. Her hands were suspended by vines that hung from the tree. I didn’t know what to think let alone what to do so I asked her if everything was ok. Yes, I suppose in that moment the answer may have been silly considering she was wearing practically nothing and was tied to this tree. This for some reason created both excitement and dread as I wondered what kind of man would take advantage of a woman who was restrained.

I took slow steps towards her in the effort not to alarm her. Once I got close enough to her I became more excited watching her pull at the vines that held her perfectly in place. In her eyes, there wasn’t any fear, but a hunger that she reinforced by licking her lips and letting out a long and deep breath.

“Come closer.”

I did as she directed and when I was close enough to taste her she kissed my lips and bit it. I drew back because I have never been with a woman who was aggressive. But she was neither aggressive or submissive, she was both. To tell you what happened next would almost sound like a violent crime but in truth it was an expression of our basic nature. She proved to be very athletic as she put herself in positions that were nearly impossible to achieve while restrained. I let go of all inhibitions and set free all my passions and desires.

Her kiss was infused with heat that drew me closer driving me to dig deeper into her, just so I could hear her cries. In my mind, I couldn’t believe what was happening. This was something I had never experienced. When I turned her around to face me she was in complete bliss as she wrapped her legs around me rocking back and forth like a swing. Once I reached the point of no return she tightened her grasp offering me to escape. I was almost thankful when she finally released me as the whole experience left me winded, so I leaned against the tree.

I didn’t know what to say to her or what to do but one thing I was certain of, I had to get to know her. It was then that she told me she had been waiting there for me. Every day I passed her by during my run and that it was only a matter of time before she had me. I smiled to myself because I did notice her, and I too had been waiting. Now, our encounters are always secret and random, she has created excitement and continuously surprises me in the oddest places.

Those are the days that I look forward to the most.

K.M

The Conversation: Valentines Edition Allow me to introduce myself as I gently circle around you, touching your arms, your neck as you move closely beside me.

Watch me glide so effortlessly around you, as you breath me in, deep and long.

Enough to be high; closing your eyes as you listen to my voice. It is a song you hear every time I am close. You can’t help but respond to submit to my desires.

Watch me know every part of you, your mind, body and soul become mine to do as I wish. Never letting go you call my name as I embrace you, taking you with me into a place only you and I reside.

Let me teach you how to love, lust and want things you could never imagine.

Come with me and you will learn how to play how to get lost in moments that tease the senses. Never leaving your side, I remind you of who you are and who you can be. Trust me and I will always provide just enough to please you but not enough to keep me. Take me with sweet surrender so you can feel alive, it’s what you need, it’s what I want. Every moment has you screaming my name, seeking me out and taking a risk. Harder and faster I bring you that much closer, only I can take you there, only I can bring you back.

Breathless you collapse in my arms begging me to stop, but I can’t, and I won’t.

This is all I know, it is what I live for.

Say my name; Seduction, as we plunge deep into submission, let me take you there let me have you.

Pay attention to me, I will not be ignored. I’m the heat that burns deep inside you, a desire you may never understand. Let me take over your mind and I will show you just how far we can go. Embrace me because to fight me might hurl us both into madness. I cannot be tamed. This is against my nature and soon yours as I convince you this is right. Watch how easy they react to us, how they bend to us, how they give in to us. Share the heat that burns fast, and you will experience pleasures you were never meant to feel, never meant to have.

Understand my true nature, let my name slip from your lips; Lust, as you experience the need to have more. Make me yours and I will keep the fires burning inside you for as long as you can take it, for as long as you can give it.

It’s instinctual, you knew it from the moment you saw me, I was going to be yours. I will make you chase me, desire me, want me until you feel I am the only thing worth living for. Until you know I am what you want and will go anywhere and do anything just to feel me for one moment. I’ll make you suffer things to prove you’re worthy and then make you suffer some more. I am not easy, and I will never be. Prove to me that you need me.

Place my name on your lips; Passion, as I kiss you and take you over. The idea of me is what you seek, the presence of me is what you enjoy, and I will always give it. I now live somewhere deep inside your mind, in a place you can’t easily reach. Forever you will chase me, forever you will want me close. You will burn desires, you will embrace chaos, blindly following my every move. I’ll make you want it and make you want more till you’ve reached a climax. When you’ve finally had it all and lay there exhausted from our encounters.

Let me whisper in your ear one more time, this is new, this is what you want and what I want. Let me have it.

I can never get enough, the thirst I feel takes over makes me do things I normally wouldn’t, but I secretly love it. I relish in it, making it my mission to keep having it and wanting it till I am now an expert of it. It runs through my body making everyone around me feel that tingle you feel when it’s near. I am now that thing that makes your mind go wild with anticipation. I am now a walking fantasy waiting to be explored and taken to new levels. I wait for that one, the one, knowing that it will be hard to resist as I will try to hold back. But that is the beauty of it, the control of yourself that you don’t have, because it is now in control of you. Once you take me you will know how it feels, to be devoured by it and yet enjoy every moment it creates.

Wrap your lips around my name; Pleasure, let it take over you, love you and please you. Take it, love it and live in it.

K.M

The Story I’m bored.

This is a bad place for me to be in. I always seem to find myself in situations that I would later regret. I was once told that I shouldn’t do things that I would regret, well I can’t see the future, so how could I know I would regret my actions later.

As always, I started trolling through my phone, as I was scrolling I rolled my eyes at some of the men I passed. I realized that I should really go through it and delete some names, but I know I will find a reason to keep them which is why they are still here. I finally stopped at a lover I would call during times like these. We had stopped communicating for reasons that escape me. I took a deep breath and dialed his number. It rang twice before someone answered, I was not expecting him to answer.

“Hello, is this Dominic?”

“No, Dominic no longer has this number.”

Disappointed, I hung up the phone and poured myself a glass of wine. I sat in my chair and stared at the wall, what else was I going to do? I was on my third sip when my phone rang, I looked at it as if it had made a of mistake calling me.

There must be some kind of software malfunction and that thought only amplified when I saw Dominic’s face and number on the screen. I answered with caution and realized soon enough, that it was the same voice I had just spoken to. My greeting was soft and slow, like I was drawing the last ounce of breath from my body. There was a smile in his response as he struggled to find the reason he was calling. ” I don’t want to cause you any concern, but I just had to call you back. Something in your voice, well, I just had to hear it again.”

I didn’t know what to say, I tried to think but I was out of anything useful.

“That’s ok, I guess.”

We talked for hours, it was strange how connected I felt to this stranger. Soon the conversation got a little more intense. I was submerged in his voice, his words and the way he spoke. It was romantic but also raw, a combination I was certain would prove useful in the bedroom. Our words played together, back and forth he and I drew closer, till there were no words just heavy breathing. I was breathing, for the first time in a long time I felt warm. Soon I was saying yes to everything he was saying, I was no longer listening, I was in the moment. Then to my surprise I heard someone at my door. I didn’t want to stop so I carried the phone with me, hoping that whoever was at the door would leave quickly. When I opened the door, I dropped my phone, it was Dominic! With my mouth partially apart, I managed to say his name.

“Dominic?” he hung up the phone “No, I’m his twin.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I have hit sexual pay dirt.

He looked like my ex-lover in every way, but he was nothing like him. I didn’t waste time, as I pulled him inside he grabbed me by my waste and used our bodies to close the door. My lips were soaked with wine and he drank them as though they were the glass. We had already said what we needed to say and now it was all about the conclusion. The way we touched and kissed each other seemed like we were without water for years and now the oasis appeared. He picked me up and spread me all over my counter, knocking over everything but I didn’t care and neither did he. He sucked, licked and caressed me into heaven, then slapped bit and dragged me into hell. His technique was effortless, it was art in motion and I enjoyed watching him move in and out of me like a violinist played the violin.

I screamed and cried out causing him to move me to my balcony. The mixture of air and sound blended and became our audience to something I will never be able to explain. The sound of his voice as he asked me things that would make any woman blush made me weak. His lips were soft and warm which I only noticed once he was on his knees. He did not make it easy to maintain control of myself and soon I just gave in. Over and over he toyed with my emotions, toyed with my senses making me high and keeping me there. Finally, I screamed out “Stop!”

“Give me one good reason why.”

I blinked a few times. I could feel him stroking me daring me to let go. I couldn’t think of anything; the pleasure was too much I was in too deep.

“Take me inside.”

Without hesitation he carried me inside towards my bedroom. This time, it was my turn to take over, to show him what it feels like to be on the receiving end. Soon he screamed out as I took him there and back and there again. My ride was wild and with purpose, I wanted him to die so I could bring him back to life. I wanted him to suffer so I could later heal him. Our sounds filled my room, and was the only thing we could hear. The end was a brutal explosion of a deep and carnal lust that caused us to fall in opposite directions. I, was unable to move. Sometime in that moment I must have fallen asleep. That was the best Valentine’s day this year so far.

K.M

Midnight Run It was a quiet evening, I was just about to settle into my office and start a new chapter in a book I was trying to publish. My house was quiet so there was no reason I couldn’t get the work done. But something was stopping me from moving past the first line. I got up and got a drink from my bar hoping that would settle whatever was happening to me. But that only made my situation worse, I was unable to focus, the words on my laptop began to whisper to me. I found myself listening to the things it said. I had to snap out of it, this is crazy what’s wrong with me? Finally, I left my office, I wasn’t going to get anything done there anyway.

My restlessness lead me to my closet where I had hung the new trench coat I saved up for. It was sexy and mysterious, I found myself touching the fabric and before I knew it I was holding it up against me. I walked around the house holding it up tilting my head from side to side, my mind racing. Then like it was meant to be a song came on with a beat that my body follow easily, my clothes then suddenly fell off like magic.

I danced around the living room holding this coat in my hands. I slipped it on while I moved my hips from side to side, licking my lips at myself in the mirror. I looked to the side to see my brand-new Guess boots calling my name. I smiled, why not. I slipped them on, they fit like a brand-new lover in silk sheets. As I was bent over I happened to see my image in the mirror, I smiled and winked at myself and headed for the small table that had my keys. The walk that I had was not mine, the face I wore was unfamiliar as I jumped in my car and hit the streets. I knew where I was going, I knew I was going to him. To the one that inspired me and drove me mad with lust and love and passions that I never thought possible. We had broken up two weeks ago, but my body still needed him, my mind still attached to him. I hated what he had become to me; an addiction that I couldn’t kick.

When I reached his house, he was waiting for me outside, like he knew I was coming. He stood by the door as I walked towards him in a pace that had us both anxious. With every step, I undid my coat, by the time I was close enough to him my coat hit the floor and all I had left was my boots. He came towards me and picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slammed me against his door which made me make a noise that was both pleasure and pain. We almost didn’t make it inside but we managed to break away from each other long enough to smile.

No words would could ever explain the kind of torture we lived in, knowing that being without each other would be a fate worse than death. But when emotions run high, all logic and reason takes a break and what you have left is something far more dangerous. This wasn’t love it was madness, and this madness could be heard throughout the neighborhood for the next 24 hours. When I woke up I could see the aftermath of what was one of the most selfish nights yet.

Every time I leave here I swore it would be the last time, but when I am away for too long it is hard to keep my word. I quietly slipped out of bed and looked back at him, his eyes were on me. The last time he watched me leave I had tears in my eyes, but this time I had a smile on my face.

K.M

Suck and Blow It was another one of our work retreats, usually I avoid going to them in fear of team building activities and even worse, sharing. Luckily this was not one of those trips, it was more about relaxation, so my company put us up in the best hotel. I don't frequent hotels that much to be honest I don't have the time or money.

On the first night I decided not to hold myself hostage in my room and explore the grounds. The hotel was in the middle of a forest, the walls on the main floor were glass so you had a good view of the trees and a path that lead to a garden. It had two pools and indoor and outdoor pool, none of which I would be visiting. In the lobby was a fire place that looked like it was meant for lovers or someone looking for love. Again, I was neither, so I passed it and headed for the bar that was just ahead. That's when I saw her, this Brazilian beauty just sitting alone at the other end of the bar. I watched her for a moment to see if there was anyone with her, but it seemed as if she was alone. I wasn't sure what it was I had planned to do, but I knew at some point I would go over and talk to her.

As I mapped out exactly what I was going to say to her when I went over there I noticed her hand. She was married, that did not matter to me, but it was potentially something I could use in my favour. I decided to wait and see if her husband would join her later, no one came so I just finished my drink and headed back to my room. As I made my way down the hall towards the elevator I sensed someone was following me. When I looked back it was her slowly making her way towards me, I slowed down a bit and pushed the button to the doors once we reached them together. She had long black hair and wide hips which was an obvious contrast to my small frame and pixie cut hair which I started to play with while we waited.

The doors finally opened and maybe it was just me, but a rush of heat surrounded us as the doors opened and we stepped inside.

As the doors closed she looked over at me and smiled, she must have heard the things I was thinking and the inner struggle I was having trying to keep my hands to myself. When the doors opened, and she got off I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned my head back against the glass that surrounded me. I looked at my reflection and caught the look in my eyes that told me this was far from over.

The next night I went back to the lobby with the bar and sat inside the restaurant, fate had a twisted sense of humor that put her at a table opposite mine where I had a clear view. The struggle to order was real as I caught her glancing at me every so often. It got to a point where we both maintained eye contact that was enough to get us out of the restaurant and into her room. To my surprise she was not a stranger to the company of other women and was at ease with me. She talked a little about the reason why she was here and I sat in silence just being what she needed me to be at the time.

Before long it was apparent what needed to be done. I reached into my bag and pulled out my pipe, this was a very special pipe I had bought the last time I was in Montreal. SIRI had taken me around the entire block looking for the shop only to end up right in front of my hotel where I started; the shop was across the street inside the building. I lit the pipe and took a few drags, I watched her intensely as she continued to talk.

Soon she noticed how focused I was on her.

“Do you want to try something?”

My tone was alluring and suggested a mystery that she should participate in. She looked at me for a moment before agreeing. I told her that I was going to take a drag from my pipe, then I am going to blow it into your mouth. You are going to suck It in and breathe it threw your nose. Her eyes told me everything about how much she was going to enjoy what I was about to do to her. I took a long drag then pulled her closer, I blew the smoke into her mouth and just as she started to suck it in I grabbed her throat. At first she was shocked but then she relaxed and let the feeling rush over her. She closed her eyes and got drawn into the moment, after it was over I looked at her.

“Now you do it to me.”

She took the pipe from my hands and pushed me onto the bed, she straddled me and took a long drag from the pipe. She began to repeat the same actions that I had just done to her. And when she choked me the feeling was so overwhelming that I came over and over and over again.

K.M

Wild Thangs My husband and I are not the adventurous type. It is the one thing I love about us being together, no pressure to do things we are not comfortable with. We did enjoy one thing however, camping.

Every year since we got married we went up north and spent the weekend in a tent.

Just us and the wild making up scenarios that tested our survival skills. This year I couldn’t wait, it was our 5th year anniversary and the gift for that year is wood. I was tickled by the idea of being in the woods and still getting wood as a gift. My mind was a little more adventurous than his. We packed as much as we could in our jeep and hit the road. I like to listen to old R&B music and pretending to be in the group of whoever is singing. If I knew the dance moves I would have done them too, my husband just laughs but enjoys the music just as much as I do. An hour and a half later we reached the camp sight. The spot we usually take was taken by teenagers, I was disappointed and was on my way over to speak to them when my husband stopped me.

“What? I was only going to talk to them!”

He gave me the look he gives me when he doesn’t believe what I am saying.

“Fine.”

We drove around until we found another spot. I wasn’t happy and was damn sure not going to pretend I was. Ignoring my attitude, he set up, reluctantly I helped him. Once we were done he started a fire, by then I had calmed down and decided it was unfair to ruin the weekend just because of one thing. The first night we would always sit by the camp fire and look at the stars. I made my legendary smores and waited for him to come back with some more wood. I was inside the tent when I heard a noise outside, I called out to him but he didn’t answer. I do not watch horror movies because I don’t have the stomach for them. I called out to him one more time but still no answer. I waited patiently inside the tent, fork in my hand.

He opened the tent scaring the shit out of me, I was in the middle of yelling at him when he motioned for me to be quiet and follow him. He took my hand and we walked down a narrow path through the trees. I had never been to this part of the woods before and I did not like the idea of being here in the dark. We stopped walking just before a clearing in the trees. I looked out to see six other tents set up on the other side. I looked at him confused, what was the point of this. As I was asking the question a naked woman emerged from one of the tents. My mouth fell open, she looked like a goddess, but the naked men that came out after her got an OH MY GOD out of me.

My husband looked at me and I closed my mouth and looked away. I suggested that we should leave before anyone saw us, but that was not what he had in mind.

I was resistant when he started pulling me closer to the clearing, the woman went inside another tent and the men into a different one. We walked behind the tents, the noises of men and women erupted from them. I felt dirty, but in the most curious way. I looked at my husband hoping he felt the same way, he did. He held my hand tight as we watched the shadows inside the tent, the shadow show of hands and bodies touching, and swaying was making me warm.

Each tent had a different amount of people, we stopped where the woman had gone.

He looked at me, almost asking me for permission to go inside. I was unsure, this was crazy, what kind of people were theses. My defenses were now up, I needed answers. The woman stepped out of the tent, but was not surprised to see us standing there. Nor was she shy, she didn’t even make a move to cover herself up. She smiled at us as she walked in a circle around us. I held his hand and she looked at it, then at the tent that was across the field. She winked at us taking my hand and leading towards the tent. She swayed her hips as she moved, as we passed the other tent two other men came out of them. When we reached the tent, I noticed it was a lot bigger than the others. She opened the flaps and motioned for us to go inside.

My husband was the first one in, I followed since I wouldn’t let go of his hand. I was amazed, it looked nothing like a tent but a small palace. Two red sleeping bags were on the floor with red and black silk pillows. Music was softly playing next to a table of oils and fruit. I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming. The two men took my hand, pulling me towards one of the sleeping bags. The woman put my husband on the one next to mine. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I couldn’t find the strength to leave. She stood in front of us, moving and swaying to the music, the men poured oil on her body and began to caress her. She kept her eyes on me which started to make me feel naked. The men started to lick and touch her, she moaned closed her eyes then opened them focusing her gaze on my husband.

She put her leg on the shoulder of the man who was kneeling in front of her.

While the other one licked and caressed her breasts the other one licked between her legs. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. The tent flaps opened revealing a man and woman standing there, they were watching before they came in. They came inside and began to undress us, I was resistant at first that’s when she started to crawl towards me. She licked the small dip in my stomach and I shivered.

With one motion, she slid my pants off; the other woman was already all over my husband. The men poured oil all over my body. The way they touched me made me wet, before I realized what was about to happen the lights in the tent went off.

Not only in just our tent but in the others. I could hear sounds of moaning, skin slapping skin and the sounds of pleasure it created. I could no longer tell who was touching me or what was happening next to me. All I knew is that it felt good, sounded good. I could hear the sounds my husband was making and knew he was close, his sounds drove me crazy and so did whoever was licking and caressing me. I no longer had control of my body as it trembled forcing me to grip the sleeping bag I was on. I screamed out and felt someone slide deep inside me which created another ripple through my body.

We moved together recreating this feeling over and over again, never had I experienced multiple orgasms before and I could never go back to just one again.

K.M

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