erotica

My wife and I have a fun, adventurous sex life. We’ve both been with other partners and had a lot of fun in various groupings, but sometimes the best and hottest sex is just between the two of us.

Last summer we took on a big project—remodeling our new house. She had always wanted a place out in the suburbs and the opportunity to pick up such a house at a reasonable price finally came along. The house was in pretty good shape but the interior left much to be desired. It had been built in 1978 and had all the avocado shag carpeting, fake carriage-house lamps, and other gaudy interior elements to prove it. We started in June and had a goal of being done by September before my busy season began at work.

Sometimes couples working together can generate a lot of friction but that wasn’t the case with the two of us. For the most part, we got along really well while we were working. The demolition phase went really well throughout the month of June. A buddy of mine came over to help me with some of the carpentry work on the master bathroom and that went well. Painting and new lighting also went smoothly. Eventually we had the majority of the work done and it was the first week of August. We were hot and tired and had been working for two months straight getting everything organized. By that point we had brought our bed from the apartment and a new mattress had been delivered for it.

“Honey, I’m really looking forward to sleeping here in the new house tonight. This has been a huge chore getting everything ready to move in.”

“Yeah, babe; I know what you mean. I’m beat just thinking about it.”

We were standing there admiring the pristine new mattress on the bed and she was starting to inch closer to me. Without thinking, my animal instinct took over and I pulled her in for a kiss. It was a hot, throbbing, sensual kiss. We could tell instantly that two months of working in the hot summer sun and all the tension and fatigue was about to come busting out of us with some hot lovemaking.

I pulled her in closer and started kissing her even harder. She went a little weak in the knees and clung to me, clutching my back desperately. Soon our tongues were snaking in and out of each others’ mouths. I started rubbing my hands all up and down her back. She started grinding her leg into my crotch. She could feel my dick getting instantly hard. Our embrace became more fierce and primal. I let go of her and my hands jumped up to her tits where I began massaging her nipples.

“Oh… oh… oh… don’t stop. That feels… amazing!”

“I don’t intend to stop until I’m balls-deep in your sweet, sweet pussy. Pull your pants off and get on all fours on the carpet and I’m going to fuck you silly.”

“Oh God yes! I want your cock in me now! Fuck me!”

As soon as I let go of her tits she slipped out of her cut-offs and red panties and dropped to the floor on her knees. I slipped out of my cargo jeans and dropped my underwear and got down behind her. My dick was so hard it was trembling. I slipped a finger into her wet snatch to make sure she was good and wet for me, which she was. I guided my cock into her sweet pussy with a free hand and then started slowly fucking her. The feeling was indescribable. It’s like we were suddenly horny teenagers all over again and sneaking a quickie in before her dad got home.

“Oh God, that feels amazing! Keep fucking me. I want that cock in me, please!!”

I started to speed up and, as I did, I started slapping her ass. She loves that. With my other hand I grabbed some of her long, curly hair and really started fucking her hard.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! That’s fucking amazing! Keep going! Ride me! Fuck me! Make me cum!”

“Hell yeah, babe, I’m gonna fuck you until I split you in two!”

At that point I was super close so I quit pulling her hair and slapping her ass and just grabbed onto both of her hips and fucked as hard and as fast as possible until I started cumming. It felt like gallons of semen spilled out of me and into my wife’s pussy.

I was done, but she wasn’t yet.

“Ooooh, baby! That was so hot! I love feeling you cum inside me. I need some more attention, though. You know what to do.”

She gave me that eager, sly smile that told me everything I needed to know. She laid down on the carpet and I laid down in front of her and starting sucking on one of her tits while I played with her clit with a free hand. Just a few minutes of that and she was coming herself with a hard shriek. She laid her head back in exhaustion and ecstasy with a satisfied smile.

After a few minutes of laying there on our bedroom floor, I started to get up and get dressed. She pulled at me to try and keep me on the floor with her longer.

“I know, dear; it would be awesome to take a nap with you after that encounter, but those bathrooms aren’t going to paint themselves. We need to get back to work.”

Somewhat reluctantly she got up off the floor and I helped her to get dressed.

“Don’t worry. Just let today be the thing that gives us incentive to finish this job. Soon we’ll have the bed all ready and we’ll be able to have our first proper lovemaking in the new house.”

By: fightinggamehen

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‘It’s not about you…’ the words rolled painfully through her heart.  ‘It’s not about you failing me in any way. It’s not about you not loving me and showing me.’  Words she wanted to tell him but he had walked away. For whatever reason she was yet to figure out, he had walked away and disconnected.

Both shunned any trappings of drama. Life had enough of its own organic drama without stoking the fire and losing yourself and a relationship over misunderstandings. But sometimes you’re just moody. Sometimes there are too many changes and she had many of those recently.

She had lost her comfort. She had lost her oasis and what had been familiar for so long. Her emotions were wearing thin and to survive she kept pulling herself up from the land of the ‘unknown’ saying, ‘This will all be worth it in a few more months.’

She regretted nothing. And especially she didn’t regret him in her life. She loved him. Adored him, and above all wanted him!

But now she no longer felt safe with him. Safe enough to show him some weakness; any cracks in his image of her. He had been in a ‘lite’ mood for days and she needed his darkness. Out of her frustration and own space, she criticized his light.

She knew she was wrong before she ever typed the words. She knew she could be gentler in telling him what was needed from him. She knew that now…now that he had shut down, closed her out and walked away. But at that moment she didn’t feel gentle, kind or diplomatic…she wanted his rawness to make her feel something. His darkness to remind her of what they had and how that was all that mattered. So instead of appreciating the mood he was in, instead of showing him she loved how he loved her; she was sharp, cutting and he walked out feeling like a failure. Her cutting mood now replaced by fucking pain.

Alone in the dark, she curled up on the couch, wearing his robe. Her naked body trying to absorb his scent. Facing the back cushion, eyes closed she tried to console her aching heart by remembering his voice and touch. Wondering when he would find his way back to her.

She tried many times since he left to apologize; trying to explain, trying to touch him again. He was silent. Her texts went unread. Now in a fetal position, she laid with her heart crumbling. The words, “It’s not about you…” filling her thoughts.

She woke there on the couch with the morning light barely breaking through the curtained window. She felt his hand against her warm bare cunt and two fingers swiftly invading her. “Don’t fucking move or say a word,” he whispered abruptly in her ear.

He pushed her forward, pressed her face into the cushion and ripped his robe off her shoulders. He didn’t bother removing his commando jeans, just unzipped and pushed them down far enough to give room to enter her. She felt the fabric of his jeans moving across her bare thighs as his cock maliciously pulverize her cunt. His face, buried in her clavicle, teeth pressing into her flesh, her hair caught up in his grip twisting her face to the side. His hot breath against her neck. In his silence, she could feel his darkness, his raw passion … his pain from the slicing of her words.

Her body broke and flooded with his heat as he moved furiously reminding her that even in pain she belonged to him. As her orgasm shattered through her frame so did the plaguing of uncertainties. All that mattered was him and his seed filling her once again. All that was needed was the sound of his cavernous growl as his own uncertainties left and his breathing joined hers.

All that was needed was the reviving of what mattered…the reviving of the darkness they shared.

By: VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at www.sexualdestinies.com/. She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.

Alexa had never been so completely consumed. Tyler pulled her mouth to his kissing her softly while his hands squeezed her lavish breasts and tugged at her hardened nipples. In a few strokes, she began to swell in wetness and find her rhythm.  Tyler swiftly wrapped his arms around her, turning her in a moment to her back.  Her body cried out to him, yearned for him and easily responded to his touch as his cock slowly slipped out and his hands mauled her body.  She forgot about Ron and the secret room as she released all her being into this young man who intrigued her with his presence. She didn’t care about anything but the moment and the shifting of their bodies as they moved together finding pleasure in every touch, kiss, and caress. His fingers found every sensitive spot in her cunt. His mouth and tongue intuitively knew the heightened sensitivity of her clit as he grazed it expertly across its nub. In no time her thighs clenched his head in place as her orgasm built and rushed over her, his tongue and lips finally resting against her soaked slit. Her fingers unconsciously tangled in his thick, black, curly hair. “Fuck…” The word slowly leaving her mouth as she drank in every bit of the chemicals of bliss washing over her.

Tyler pleased, looked up and smiled. Through her hazy eyes, he looked edible.

“Damn it, come here!” Alexa barked, grabbing his head and pulling him back up to her mouth tasting her juices spread across his face. “My turn,” she said, kissing him deeply, then moving her body down to his erect neglected cock. Her tongue circled its weeping head. Her lips moved down his glorious chocolate shaft, tongue continuing to swirl until her nose was buried in his curly, dense pubic hair that smelled like lavender.  She gloried in his texture and found the taste of his flesh and the drippings of his precum heaven as she continuously took his girth fully in her mouth, enjoying how he moved and responded to her pleasuring.

“Enough,” Tyler deeply growled, turning and pressing her to her stomach, entering her from behind; his hands firmly on her hips as he pumped what he’d been holding back all night. He wanted to fill and mark every fold inside her tight cunt. He thought he’d almost break through to her womb if he pounded any harder. He did his best to pace himself until she moved ‘just so’ that made them both let out a guttural cry as they came and collapsed together. Tyler lying on top of Alexa, each one exhausted.

Ron sat rigidly and uncomfortably in the Red Chair. His emotions were an entanglement of humiliation, fear, jealousy, excitement, love, and lust. His mood soared from the depth of despair to the euphoria and exhilaration of ecstasy.  His fantasy had been to watch the woman he loved being fucked by a younger man. Yet, he was finding now it was not that simple. When he had first suggested that it would excite him if Alexa was more flirtatious she had balked and told him that she would only feel comfortable to a small degree of flirtation. That was several months ago. Now their “play” had evolved to this: her bringing a gorgeous young stud to the studio and being fully fucked right in front of his lusting eyes.  He was now ready for the carousel to stop. It was time to get off the ride. “Alexa” he whispered. “Alex!” he said louder, but all he could hear through the small speakers above the room were the sounds of the couple on the bed before him.

Minutes passed. Tyler and Alexa continued to kiss, touch; their hands intimately roaming over the other’s body. Alexa found herself again with her fingers around his beautiful cock. She loved the contrast of his dark golden skin against her pale flesh. She entwined her warm body around him thinking of chocolate swirls in vanilla ice cream.

“What are you smiling about? Who said you could smile?” Tyler laughed.

She licked his forearm, “I was thinking we’d make a great vanilla-fudge sundae.” She continued to lick him until he wrestled her to her back. There was a closeness and ease that neither had expected to find. With their hands interlaced they drifted off to sleep.

Ron now sat as far back in the chair as he could. His cock had strained, grown and ached for release. But strangely it wouldn’t cum. He felt a wave of exhaling releasing from his body and realized tears were streaming down his face. He ached to be with Alex, just steps away from him, yet a world away, with her new young lover on this makeshift stage supposedly for his enjoyment. He felt pangs of regret and remorse over sharing his deep lifelong need with Alex. He saw that her lust and passion had spilled over into emotion and that she kissed the boy with such feeling that he might never get her back. They now laid asleep. Might she not just wake the boy, send him on his way so that she would come to me, release the cuffs and take me in her arms?

Alexa had dozed off for only a few minutes. She felt Tyler’s kisses on her neck and her right hand massaging his thigh then finding his cock again. To her shock, he was fully erect. While her fingers fondled his shaft she suddenly remembered the secret room.

“OMG!” she panicked. “I’ve been so lost in the moment that I completely forgot about Ron”…..she thought.  She squeezed Tyler’s cock and whispered in his ear. “Babe, give me just a few minutes, please? I must visit the bathroom. I’ll be right back, ok?” Tyler kissed her and closed his eyes again. Alexa rolled herself off the bed and reached for a thin red robe behind the door.  She walked through the small studio, passed the bath and out the small side door.

Ron was sitting in the chair half dozing when he heard the door open behind him. Alexa quietly came to him and kissed his forehead. He could smell the fragrance of sex and wanted to devour her. “Alex! Thank god. Is he gone?” he asked almost pleading.

“No darling,” motioning to the bed on the other side of the glass. Alexa smiled and kissed him again.

“Did you love it?” she asked.

“Yes, yes. It was so hot.” Ron admitted but failing to tell her of the pain and agony he was feeling at seeing her emotional passion for the boy. “But you still love me. Right? Alex…can you undo these now”? he begged.

Alexa half turned to the glass facing the bed. Tyler laid appearing to be asleep, yet his fingers slowly stroking his hungry cock.  She turned back to Ron. “Honey, I know you would like a little more, yes? I’m sorry, but I must have him in me, one more time. You do understand. I know you do.”

Ron felt an instant drop in his heart. “Oh my god please Alex, this is torturing me. I need us to be together… now.” he pleaded.

She could see tears forming in his eyes. She glanced back at the window. “I’ll be fast…” She kissed Ron again on his forehead and without finishing her sentence was gone again.

With his heart broken but not able to look away, Ron watched from behind the glass as his wife took full advantage of the young lover she had captured for the night. She delighted in the full service of his cock and Ron’s heart sunk lower as he witnessed the ease in which she offered herself up to him in the manner familiar to lovers.

Ron’s cock was entirely engorged but not fulfilled. He almost cursed its reaction. The ache in his heart, along with his sadness and loneliness had long quashed his passion. He knew he would never be the same.  She owned him now, in every way.

It was early morning. Ron could see the predawn light through the studio windows looking out across the pool. The candles in the bedroom had burned completely out and the couple on the bed stirred.  At least now he would leave and Alexa would come for him.

Tyler woke, got up and picked up his jeans as if to put them on, then dropped them and walked toward the bathroom. A few minutes later he was back in the bedroom slowly picking up his clothes while looking at Alexa sleeping, curled up on the bed. Before dressing he went to her and kissed her softly. Half asleep she kissed him back. She playfully reached to touch his semi-hard cock and in doing so triggered him again. He dropped his clothes and crawled back into the bed.  Much to Ron’s dread.

An hour passed and Alexa woke to full morning sunlight shining into the beautiful bedroom. Tyler was gone but a note was by the bed on the nightstand. “Loved it Alex, can’t wait to do it again. Soon! Kisses, Tyler.” She smiled, and could still smell his glorious aroma.  She rose and pulled on the robe from beside the bed. She walked to the mirror and smiled, hoping that Ron was awake.

The door to the secret room opened and she found him there, his cock now soft and smaller than it had once appeared. She woke him with a kiss.

“Good morning love. I hope you enjoyed yourself last night.”

To Ron’s amazement, Alexa reached into a small pocket on the left side of the Red Chair. She withdrew a key. The key to the bondage cuffs. It had been there all along. He could have unlocked himself at any time! Releasing him, she took his hand and he stood up stiff from a night of sitting in the chair. She reached down and pulled on his flaccid cock. “Come with me, darling,” she said, “we’re going to our own room. We’ll cuddle, talk and I’ll answer any questions … after I get a good nap.”

Ron said nothing. Happy that the night was over and the new day brought them back together again. He loved her. She was the one woman who could take him to this place of pain, pleasure and eventual satisfaction. She’d brought him full circle from his past to the present. The one person he could depend on to give him everything he needed to survive.  She owned him. He was her slave, servant and submissive. And she, his home in an emotionally chaotic world.

Ron knew that this seminal moment, with this young man in her bed, was only the beginning. That her own cravings would lead to an ever-increasing spiral of encounters and events. He would be helpless to stop the storms that were on the horizon. Would they destroy each other or would their tumult be the most exciting adventure of their lives? 

Ron pondered these things as he followed Alexa to the emotional safety of their own bed.

By: VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at www.sexualdestinies.com/. She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.

Ron sat in the Red Chair his hand cuffed to the left arm following Alexa’s instructions implicitly. The attention to detail being one of his strong characteristic traits. By 11:45 he was settled into position. He sat uncomfortably erect even though the chair itself was comfortable, he found it the best position to hold.  Now, nearly 12:30, he was in a state of anxiety over where Alexa might be, what she was doing and with whom. As he sat in the dimly lit secret room, Ron stared into the one-way glass of the bedroom suite. The room lit only by a small glowing night lite next to the bed. It was enough light that he could see everything.

Even though the circular driveway approached the main house and he couldn’t see an arriving car, Ron knew he would hear the familiar sound of Alexa’s tires on the gravel leading to the garage.  He sat, transfixed on that spot, waiting for the sound of one singular car, Alexa’s, to come into range.

As he sat waiting, memories of the old house and the original Red Chair started to flood his mind.

He was 13, back in his old bedroom. It was late and he heard noises coming from the living room. He realized his mother must have come home from work. He quietly slipped out of bed and cautiously walked down the hall. As he remembered rounding the corner Ron started sweating seeing clearly the burly man who had his mother, naked leaning against the couch, his pants dropped to his ankles and taking her from behind. He seemed like a beast to Ron and turned when he heard Ron’s foot creak on a loose board on the old wooden floor.

“What the fuck you staring at boy!” He yelled with fire and the look of murder in his eyes. “You want to see so bad…” 

The beast tossed his mother to the side, stepped out of his pants and darted toward Ron. Before he knew it Ron was grabbed and thrown into the nearby Red Chair.  His body seemingly paralyzed with fear. He sat there unable to move as he watched the beast rush back to his mother that was weeping on the couch. The rest he blocked out as if he left his body. The only memory that lingered was the cocktail of emotions that ran through his young core flipping on feelings and sensations that he subconsciously chased ever since. 

No matter how hard he tried, from then on as he heard men visiting his mother at night, in the small old house with paper thin walls, he couldn’t help but quietly listen as he masturbated his utilitarian cock and pretended he was watching. He loved her and wondered what they were doing to make her sound the way she did. As the growth spurts came and Ron started to tower over other boys he became a strong athlete, a good one and excelled at his studies. But he knew that smoldering beneath the studious exterior was his desire to watch when it came to pleasing a woman. As he matured he took on the dominant role with his prey and the relationships all ended with him loaning out his women to his friends. No one knew what truly drove his desires until he met Alexa.

Ron jerked hearing a noise and realized he must have dozed off. He was awakened by the sound of tires on gravel and excitedly anticipated Alexa’s coming to kiss and free him from the now irritating manacle. He heard the car door slam and thought he heard steps toward the studio, but then they stopped. He was keenly aware that she had stopped coming to him. Suddenly Ron heard the sound of another set of tires slowly rolling up the gravel driveway. He instantly felt a tinge of jealousy. Who was this? Then the car stopped, a door shut and he could hear low voices, whispers, and laughter. His anxiety grew, as his cock began to stir.

Alexa and Tyler leaned against the BMW kissing. Tyler’s lips were soft and melted into hers. Alexa loved the feel of his tight body as he pressed himself against her.  She could feel his cock hardening against her belly as he stood nearly half a foot taller than her 5’6” frame. She could have stayed just like that and not make any decisions but knowing that Ron was waiting brought her back to the reality before her. Tyler was there, ready and every hormone inside her screamed to take him…now!

She pulled back. “Ok, now listen carefully,” she said, standing a few inches from him. “We must be very quiet and not wake Ron, sleeping in the house. I built this studio back by the pool, for…some quiet and private time …you know, to recharge and get inspired. I’ll take you there.”  She gave him a playful smile, took his hand and led him across the grass to the patio, then down to the front door of the studio. Upon entering she had Tyler sit on the couch in the cozy living room.

“Give me a few moments love as I see to making sure all things are ready for you to…” her voiced trailed off as she ran her hand along his warm cheek, “… to relax and enjoy the evening. You are my guest and the rule of this household is to make sure all the needs of our guests are attended to…in detail.”

Tyler grabbed her hand, “Shall I make a list of my needs for you?” He asked enjoying the drawn-out game she seemed to be playing.

Alexa brought his hand up to her mouth and draped it over her nose to smell the scent of his pheromones. Intoxicating… She thought.

She said nothing more and went about turning on soft music, lighting candles in each room, and turning on the small gas fireplace in the lavish bedroom.  She pulled a bottle of fine brandy from the little bar in the living room and expertly poured two “snifters” halfway full and handed one to Tyler. The warmth from the brandy brushed away any doubts about Tyler being what she wanted.

“I’ll be just a sec,” said Alexa, and disappeared into the bedroom.

She walked directly to the floor to ceiling mirror and smiled into the glass, knowing it was true torture for the man on the other side. Smiling into the mirror she called out to the young man; “Tyler baby, can you come in and help me, please”?

As Tyler entered the candlelit bedroom he found a beautiful king bed arrayed with pillows of every kind and the comforter fully pulled back leaving the fresh 800 thread count Egyptian sheets laying bare awaiting their visitors.

Alexa turned her back to Tyler and faced the mirror again.  “Baby, can you please unzip the back of my dress?”

Tyler strolled up behind her admiring the floor to ceiling mirror and her reflection.  He placed both hands on her shoulders, moved her dark hair away from her neck and kissed along its curve, his hands sliding in front to cradle both of her full breasts.

“Look straight into the mirror for me darling, I want to see how badly you want me.” Alexa wanting to move Ron to his next level of discomfort; imagining him almost pressing his nose against the glass.

She stared into the mirror her eyes glassy from the liquor and the building of the moment. Tyler continued to massage her breasts with one hand as he unzipped her dress with the other. The dress fell to the floor revealing her standing naked before him and the man behind the mirror.

“Now you,” Alexa said turning and reaching up to start unbuttoning his tailored shirt. His hands continued to roam over her toned, naked frame as she methodically released each button. She then walked behind him and slowly removed the shirt from his shoulders and back. He stood as a dark golden warrior before the mirror, proud and accustomed to his magnificent presence.

Alexa paused, wanting Ron to take it all in, then reached around and unzipped his form-fitting jeans, peeling them down over his waist and hips revealing the un-briefed hefty cock springing forth for freedom.  It’s dark phallic image glisten in the candlelit room. A puddle of precum already starting to form at his feet. She slipped her right hand along the tip gathering his drippings and smoothed it down his erect shaft. Both Tyler and Alexa stared at their images in the mirror. Alexa barely able to contain herself as her hand clenched his shaft as hard as her cunt was aching for him.

Tyler pulled Alexa onto the bed and kissed her passionately and expertly. He held her face in his hands, softly kissed her lips, then her neck, all the while her hands sought to wrap her fingers around the generous gift being offered. He laid on his back with pillows supporting him into a half sitting position. His cock stood straight up; a giant thick rod protruding from his crotch.  Alexa climbed up and carefully positioned the head of the monster right at the opening of her now soaking slit. As the tip of his cock slid inside she gave a quick inhale and then exhale to enable her walls to expand to accommodate his length and girth.  She felt it slipping in deeper until she was fully stretched and the head was pressing at the opening of her cervix.

Ron’s nose and cock were against the glass as he strained to see the massive member now lost inside his wife. From the hidden microphones in the bedroom to the tiny speakers beside the Red Chair he could hear every movement, every breath, every word, every whisper, and every kiss.  His anxiety soared. His fear, jealousy, anger, and humiliation escalated. How could he ever live up to this? She would forever consider him ‘small’ compared to this strong, virile, handsome young man. He knew he couldn’t compete. The idea had been for her to bring someone home and quickly dispense with him. But now it appeared that she was lost in a trance with this well-endowed man who kissed her passionately and seemed to take her entire heart right in front of him.

Ron watched for any sign that he was crossing her mind at all.  Long moments passed and she no longer looked his way. She was lost in the lust and the passion of the moment with her new lover.

Ron’s cock strained and ached as he wondered if she’d ever touch him again.

BY:

VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at www.sexualdestinies.com/. She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.

On the way to the club, Alexa’s mind wandered to the image of Ron waiting for her later in the red chair.  Her heart filled with mischief thinking of the gift she left for him that would seal and commence the reality of promises that up to now had only been to him fantasies.  She smiled and felt the rush and heat of lust run through her core as she thought of the perfect man she had met to bring those fantasies into reality. Tyler.

Alexa arrived at the club and was quickly greeted by her friends Chloe and Olivia.  Chloe, 59, the statuesque blonde and Olivia, 50, the petite brunette and physical ‘twin’ of Alexa. Two longtime friends from their modeling days that always accompanied Alexa on evenings of deviance and shared similar taste in men.  All three women drew men to their side of all ages. They shared a joy of living, a lust for life and as predators; a confidence to enter the dens of their choice.

The club was packed and no seats available at the bar but Olivia had gotten there early enough to snare a corner booth at the back of the lounge, nearest to the men’s room. It was her favorite spot, for all night long the parade of men, young and old would pass by and gaze adoringly at the three lovely ladies. The average age of men in the club was mid 20’s to mid 40’s, with a sprinkling of men in their 50’s, which was why the three girls loved it so much. Soon they were drinking, dancing and well on their way to a night of delights and possibilities.

At a little past 10:30, the girls were dancing, and enjoying the parade of beautiful men who had already passed by their table when Alexa noticed Tyler sitting at the bar watching them. Tyler; tall, dark-skinned, perhaps with a mixture of African-American and Persian, (she never bothered to ask) with beautiful light brown eyes and an essence dripping with confidence that filled the room with his provocative presence. His stylish jeans fit tightly along his firm legs and as he turned to pick up his drink she could see the curve of his perfect ass.  He wore a beautiful longsleeved white silk dress shirt, open-collared that draped perfectly along his athletic frame. Alexa had met Tyler at one of the many health food bars she often visited after a workout at her gym. He was in line when they struck up a conversation over smoothies and protein that turn to the many reasons ‘protein’ was important for the body…’daily’…best served fresh and warm.  The conversation lasted late into the afternoon and the date for Friday night was made.

Alexa finished her dance, went to the booth and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She knew about now Ron would be panicked and have the overwhelming feeling of being alone and abandoned. As strong as he came across to those who knew him in the world as a powerful and highly successful businessman that filled any room with his 6′ 2″ and 200 lb frame, she knew the crack in his armor. Even though the thought of the possibility that she might bring a man home was thrilling for him…not knowing the details of the evening as it progressed would fill him eventually with torment and insecurity. She smiled to herself at the power she had over him, which included the power to make him instantly hard by thinking of her wild need for crazed passion and encounters with men half her age.  She looked down and saw the pleading text he had left 30 minutes prior,  “Are you there? Alexa? I need you.”  She could feel the strength of his panic emitting from her phone.

She texted back “Just dancing, love and having a good time. Will be home soon. You be a good boy and maybe you’ll get a surprise. Just open the present I left for you on the bedroom Armoire.”

Ron quickly found the small bag in the bedroom.  It was adorned with a red bow and small tag that simply read, “For your use in the Red Chair”.  Although he was not sure that Alexa would go through with anything tonight, he was emotionally torn and excited at the prospect of sitting in the chair and masturbating while watching, if she did indeed dare to bring a man home. He opened the box. There was a pair of leather bondage cuffs and a note.

“Ron, if you want to see me at all tonight you will do exactly as I say. At Midnight, you will sit down, completely naked, in the Red Chair. You will take your left hand and clasp one handcuff over your wrist and lock it, then you will lock the other cuff to the arm of the chair. And then…wait. Note that having even your one hand, cuffed will cause a bit of discomfort. Just wiggle that sweet ass of yours from side to side and all should be well.”

“And then…wait.”  Was this all for play, all for the tease, all for fun? Ron thought. Even with her building blatant behavior during the week, and hearing her tell of her tales, it would not be the same as being there.  Was he really ready to see her with another man? 

Back at the club the three women were seated and laughing when suddenly the cocktail waitress arrived with a bucket of ice and a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. “Do you realize what this costs these days?” remarked Chloe. The three girls were used to having men buy their drinks, but sending a bottle of Dom Perignon was unique. Just then Tyler walked their way.  Alexa cleared her throat knowing the time had come to reveal her newest prey to her friends.

He walked straight toward them, his eyes beautiful and smoldering directly into Alexa’s. She felt her naked thighs press against her bare pussy, underneath the black cocktail dress. As he reached the table she opened her mouth to say “hello” but he smiled, turned and passed by on his way to the men’s room. It perplexed Alexa and left her off-balance. WTF…was her first thought. Chloe and Olivia stared at her puzzled. Alexa simply shrugged her shoulders wondering what game he was up to.

A few minutes later the cocktail waitress brought a fourth glass to the table. “Who is this glass for?” asked Olivia.

“Why it’s for the young man who just passed by your booth. He bought the champagne and said he knew you and was coming back to drink it with you!” She answered surprised they didn’t know.

She walked away as Tyler returned, smiled at all three and stood next to Alexa’s side of the booth. “Ladies. I’d love to join you if you don’t mind.” Hearing his smooth baritone voice brought back the feeling that grabbed her attention back when they first met. The sense of floating in a smooth hypnotic sea of bliss.

Alexa scooted over to give room for Tyler to sit. “Tyler this is Chloe and Olivia my two closest friends. Girls…” She turned to look at him, “This is Tyler.”

He poured himself some champagne and raised his glass, “What shall we drink to”?

Alexa answered, “I always drink to Faster Horses, Younger Men, Older Whiskey and More Money”.  She winked the ‘old tried and true’ toast to her friends.

Alexa shared with her friends how she met Tyler; dropped hints of their conversation that lasted into the afternoon and that she had told him where they’d be that night.  Also her invitation that if he had nothing else planned and wanted to stop by to say hello, please do. Knowing Alexa well, Chloe and Olivia made some polite small talk and then gladly accepted dance invitations to leave Alexa with her new boy.

Once alone, Tyler leaned in and kissed her fully on her lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you and more so since watching you from the bar.”

His warm lips were full and smooth. They seemed to fold into her own and know instinctively how to kiss them. Her mind momentarily flashed on Ron waiting at home as her body was saying ‘fuck it’ and fell deep into his arms that were pulling her tighter into him.  Her body was taking over in an almost ‘homecoming fashion’ in its desire to unite with him. In the same movement, she felt his fingers find the hem of her skirt, just above the knees, and he slid his fingers to just an inch of her simmering pussy. Alexa grabbed his hand to stop it moving any further. Her head in an almost entrancing state.

“Whoa…” she paused to get her head clear. “That’s enough for now.” She instructed, looking him straight in his eyes. It had been a long time since she felt this kind of pull toward a man. The kind that her body was saying, I know him and want him again. There was a natural feel with him. She felt it from their first meeting and now it was even stronger. Maybe it’s the alcohol. She told herself wanting to be in denial.

After a few dances, Chloe and Olivia were back and Alexa checked her phone for the time…11:30.

“Girls I need to leave. I promised Ron I would be home at midnight.” She looked at Tyler, her body wanting to drag him with her, her mind confused about the pull she felt towards him. My gawd, but he’s beautiful, she thought. Could she, will she bring him home to the studio?

Alexa rose and headed for the exit, Tyler followed close behind. When she reached her car she felt his breathing right behind her neck, just before he kissed her there. She stood still arguing with herself about what to do? She didn’t want to leave Ron waiting or disappoint him. Suddenly Tyler had his arms around her from behind. Her back was still to him and he was pressed close against her, almost bending her forward so that she felt a large long thick protrusion against her ass. I knew he’d be hung, she thought and sighed with excitement and part dread. This is not getting any easier… 

Alexa turned to say “no”, but when he kissed her she melted back into his arms. His hand was on her ass and his other slipped his palm upon her exposed breast through the opening in her dress squeezing its fullness. Then he gently pulled down the top of her dress and dropped to suckle her aching nipple. He rose again; his hard throbbing cock against her belly.

“Stop, stop, stop”, she pleaded and to her surprise, he did.

“Listen,” she said, “I am living with a man I love and he’s at home, waiting for me, some distance from here. I must leave. However… we have recently built an adjacent studio, and if you would like to follow me, I would be willing to arrange for you a comfy bed just for tonight.” At least this buys me some time to think. Alexa reasoned.

He brought his mouth to her ear, “Will you be in that bed?”

Tyler smiled at the idea. She was inviting him to her home, to her “guest house” to her studio….in order to sneak away and experience him even though her husband or boyfriend or whatever was right there in the main house, just steps away. I’m game…and intrigued. He thought.

“Yes, let’s go,” he eagerly replied.

He jumped into his late model BMW and followed her to Banderette road, the old Mason farm property with the 5 acre lots and a ranch house with an adjacent studio where Ron now sat naked, waiting, trembling and handcuffed to the Red Chair.

BY:

VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at www.sexualdestinies.com/. She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.

As a child, the term ‘cuckold’ was not in Ron’s vocabulary and neither was he aware of the importance the red chair would play in his life as an adult.  Ron stood overlooking their property, flashing back on his early exposure to sexual deviance in the old house that was responsible for much of his twisted desires and angst.  Since meeting Alexa, in his mind as solace, he placed her next to him in that red chair, calming and instructing him as the fire simmered in his young soul.

Ron had purchased the property before they met. The house had been built in 2012.  A rambler on a five-acre tract located halfway between Coalfield/May Valley and Issaquah along the old Mason Road. The fact that the house was in the exact dead center of the old family farm always felt to Ron like coming home, and he was. He had traversed the surrounding fields and hills as a boy. He knew the ‘lay of the land’ like the back of his hand. He had chosen this particular property because the creek passed by, just to the right of the house and the giant Canadian Maple of his youth remained towering above the “crick” as he had always known it. On the other side of the property, a dense forest of evergreens stretched for more than a mile. Designated state wildlife property that would ensure the privacy which Ron sought as a respite from his professional and public life.

Alexa loved the house and location as much as Ron. They moved there soon after meeting. The size and spaciousness of the home appealed to them both. The living room faced south with a full wall of floor to ceiling windows giving view to the expanse of the green and fertile valley.  About 200 yards away, the land gently sloped upward and then was swallowed by the forest wood line. The living room had a giant rock fireplace with rocks pulled from the Issaquah creek, just a mile down the road. The bedrooms were massive. Only two but they were full ‘master suites’ each with its own bath, separate shower, fireplace, a sitting room and of course a California King bed. The main master suite included an especially beautiful ‘four-poster’ bed made of Honduran Mahogany, Alexa’s favorite for its dark romantic color and feel.

The rest of the house was what you would expect from a 2,400 square foot ranch house. A massive kitchen, an eating nook, comfortable if not lazy family room, Ron’s office, and a media room. The house held three fireplaces and three baths. Exiting the house through the front ‘sliders’ one found an expansive patio complete with a barbecue kitchen to one side and a fire pit on the other. The centerpiece was a beautiful lap pool, with an 8 foot Jacuzzi, big enough to accommodate several adults.

One missing feature that Alexa pointed out when Ron first showed her the house was although it had a sumptuous masculine office, perfect for Ron, there was no spaced dedicated to Alexa for her use as a writing studio.  Ron had jokingly suggested one night over wine that she could build a “Writer’s Studio” at the far side of the long lap pool, adjacent to the wood line at the back of the property.  He was surprised upon returning from a long business trip to find, over dinner, a presentation of architectural plans for Alexa’s studio. The plans included a kitchen, small but comfortable living room, luxurious bath and private bedroom which offered a view of the pool but also had windows on the backside allowing the morning sunlight from the wooded area behind the property.  Ron quickly glanced at the architectural designs and wanting to please Alexa he agreed. She was delighted that she retained free ‘reign’ to sketch the writing studio of her dreams. The studio would be about 1/3 the size of the main house but would contain some special features known early on only to Alexa and her architectural designer.

It had taken Ron several months to understand and acclimate to the degree of independence  Alexa had demanded. Early in their relationship, she seemed to only want mild control of his deeper self. She hadn’t exercised her independence or expressed her power to the degree that now seemed to be emerging. He found that there was a pattern or cycle to which he was trained to accept. As months passed, Ron was coming to a further understanding of the term, ‘cuckold’.

Weekends, at least Saturday and Sunday were theirs alone. They would do all domestic things; go to games, events, museums and shows. Saturday night was “date night”. There were numerous beautiful occasions with romantic venues that Ron loved to lavish on her. They never tired of these ‘one on one’ affairs. Sundays they would rise, sip orange juice, read together with a fire in the fireplace and just drift through the day; rain, snow or shine.  But the rest of the week was slightly different. Ron knew that his feelings evolved when Alexa seemed to take on an enhanced power throughout the week.

While Ron was ‘in control’ on the weekends, he certainly was not from Monday through Thursday. Alexa often came home and boldly told Ron about men in their 20’s or 30’s who she’d had some innocent or not so innocent encounter. She knew he thrived on the emotional angst.  When he was not traveling or otherwise engaged in business Alexa and Ron would meet for dinner or drinks at some of their favorite watering holes and Ron found Alexa to be quite different than on their private intimate weekends. While Alexa showed Ron affection, he often noted her eyes strayed and her attention shifted to the sway of a ‘cock sure’ stud or confident younger man. He would never admit it to anyone else, but Alexa knew he was at once, excited, intimidated, and aroused. Ron would become quiet, submissive and expected to honor her pleasure and wanton desires. In those moments Ron reverted to the 13 year old boy inside and waited for directions from the one person who had complete control over him, Alexa.

The one day of the week that Alexa demanded as her total domain was Friday. Early in their relationship Alexa had explained to Ron “You need to understand that you WILL meet my personal needs on this day and obey me, whatever I say.  You may or may not like what I say, or what I do, but you will support me and honor me in all of my actions. Do you understand?”  She had said it so forcefully and almost as if angry with him it evoked a little boy response, “Yes please”.  And to exert her control entirely over him Alexa had replied: “Yes please,what?”  Ron meekly replied,“Yes please, Mistress”. She smiled a half smile and reached between his legs, squeezing his balls in a seeming crush of his power at her hand. She didn’t let go until he whispered,“Yes please, please, Mistress?”

In late January, under gray and blustery skies the addition to the house was finished. It was fitting that it was a Friday afternoon. Alexa had kept her secret studio plan to herself and now with anticipation, she prepared to give Ron the ‘tour’.  She told him to lay out her black dress and black high heels for she was going out to meet with her girlfriends at the Gaylord lounge.

“But…” Ron started to object. The Gaylord Lounge being one place he hated her going to because of the young crowd.  Alexa stopped and stared, waiting for him to finish, knowing how he abhorred the place.  When he didn’t continue she laughed and walked away to shower.

Ron did as he was told, laying out her clothes and went into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. It was nearly 8:00 when Alexa came into the kitchen.  She was stunning in the black dress and high heels. The shoes made her ass rise and the low cut dress exposed her beautiful breasts almost to the nipples.

“Ron, pour me a glass of wine, then we’ll walk out to the pool house. I’m excited to give you the tour.”

They walked out onto the patio, Ron following her close behind. The lighting around the pool made it easy to cross the tiles. Alexa opened the door and he entered her lavish mini estate.

“You’ve done a remarkable job. It’s beautiful.” Ron said as he took in her creative designs.

They walked through each of the carefully decorated rooms and when they entered the bedroom, with the antique king size brass bed he noticed the huge floor to ceiling mirror along the north wall. He smiled at the thought that she had made this mirror for him and her to share on their Saturday nights together, watching their naked reflections.  His dream was soon broken as she said, “Come outside baby”.

He followed her outside and around to the back of the studio. On the side facing the wood line he found that she had the back of the little dwelling landscaped with evergreens that were about 3 feet from the back of the building. Alexa walked between the trees and the studio and pushed a tiny button hidden on the outside wall. Suddenly a small door quietly opened.

Stepping inside Ron found himself in a 5′ x 9′ room, with eggshell white walls and a single large Red Velvet Chair facing a huge floor to ceiling window seemingly only 5 feet from the brass king size bed inside the studio. To his shock and realization, Alexa had created a secret room, a viewing room…a voyeur room…for him.

Alexa stated nonchalantly, “I’m late.  Ron, I want you naked, in the Red Chair, at exactly midnight. You won’t make a peep. This one time, our first time, I will allow you to stroke your cock, but you will support me in everything I do. You will sit here, honor me and worship me for as long as I need tonight to last. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”. He looked down at the burgundy-carpeted floor. This was going to be his new sanctuary, his secret place to watch. Something they had spent many nights discussing as Alexa slowly teased and denied his cock. Molding and filling his cuckold soul with agonizing promises.

Lost in those promises, Ron looked up to find Alexa gone.

Ron wandered back to the house, suddenly feeling alone…abandoned. Lonely but excited. He looked at the clock above the kitchen counter. It read, 8:20. He already knew that the minutes were going to go by slow.

Agonizingly…slow.

BY:

VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at www.sexualdestinies.com/. She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.

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“I prefer only ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers, and as you will soon learn, ‘no’ is not my favorite.” She released his head and took a step back. “However, to give a partial answer to your initial, if unspoken question, you came here willingly.” She laughed. “No, it was more like eagerly. You were fairly drooling after we finally met in person at Tony’s Bar. Remember?” He nodded. “Good boy. I like it when you answer me, and as you will also learn, pleasing me is now your only mission in life, your very reason for living, in fact.” She smiled again.

They always are, she thought. The legs get them every time.

Noting the look of understanding on his face, she chuckled. “You were so enthralled that you couldn’t give me my fee quick enough and didn’t notice when I slipped a light Mickey into your martini.”

Shaking her head, she looked down at him, thinking how towering and powerful she must appear from his low, upside-down perspective. Turning to a small table located near his inverted form, she methodically took a cigarette out of the silver case that lay there. She placed it in a silver holder and lit it, using the built-in lighter of the case, all the time aware in her side vision that his eyes never left her as she moved. She now sensed desire as well as fear in them, an intuition confirmed by a glance at the area where his thighs met. His shaft was firm, and he was obviously aroused. Amused and intrigued by his response, she smoked and gazed again into his eyes as he leaned his head forward to see her better. There was a strong sexual tension still present between them, despite his current, painful predicament. This was unusual, as most of her former playmates (she refused to think of them as victims) were older and weaker. By this point in the game, when they realized they were totally at her not-so-tender mercy, sex was the last thing on their minds.

It is like playing a game, she thought, similar to chess…

Returning to the moment, she addressed him again. “But you are a lively, virile one, my boy, and now truly mine.” She took another puff on her cigarette and, seeking to fuel the tension, stepped close to him again, allowing the strong fragrance of her perfume mixed with smoke to waft over him while brushing against his naked skin with her skirt and blouse.

This certainly worked well enough last night, she thought, placing her free hand on his sensitive inner thigh. And sex adds a new flavor to the usual mix of pain and fear.

“Delicious,” she said, finishing her thought aloud. “Anyway,” she continued, “to keep the story short, we looked exactly as I wanted us to appear: a drunk John leaving a bar with a high-end hooker. On the ride over here, you assured me that just like in our online chats, you wanted to be my plaything and I should be forceful with you. I promised that I would. When we arrived, I made us a couple of martinis, yours spiked again, of course. We sat on my couch and engaged in what you thought was foreplay, which included my slipping on the very cuffs you wear now. Before you passed out, the drug made you very compliant and amorous, as you’re feeling right now. You do remember, don’t you? It was our tender moment.” She said this last gently, continuing to rest her hand on his thigh. His head moved uncertainly in a half shake, indicating that his memory was still cloudy.

“I’ll take that as a no. You must recall what I said about that answer?” Her voice, while still soft, was mocking in tone. Abruptly, she stubbed the cigarette out on one of his thighs, his body jerking spasmodically in response to the pain. “Maybe that will jog your memory.”

She turned and walked slowly over to the wall, where a variety of whips, chains, and other pain-inflicting instruments hung to the left of the entrance. In the corner stood a tripod. It held a large metal heating bowl that was plugged into the wall. Several long-handled implements, including tongs, branding irons, and pokers, were arranged, each with an end in the bowl and their handles protruding over the edge. She touched a button on the wall next to the apparatus, then reached for her remote control and switched on the sound system. With the volume barely audible, the soft piano tones of a gentle Strauss waltz would soothe him and energize her for their coming dance.

“Let’s get these warming up,” she commented. “We will need them later, but now you need warming up, my boy.” She removed a riding crop from a hook on the wall and walked over to him, heels clicking in the silence of the room. She touched his chest lightly with the crop and then ran her other hand over his firm abdomen, finally resting it on his chest, feeling his heart pound.

“You’re young with a strong heart and lusty body, my boy. Perhaps your spirit is as strong as your body, and you will endure what’s ahead bravely. If so, I will be pleased. If not, well…”

“But I have faith in you.” She paused momentarily, considering her next statement. “You wanted to be my plaything—now you are, just as I promised you last night. And I do like to keep my promises.”

She stroked his buttocks gently with her left hand, occasionally touching them lightly with the crop.

“I like to build on this slowly, gradually increasing your tolerance for pain. Patience is important, and unlike some other occasions, today we have all the time we need. There’s no need for me to hurry.” She chuckled softly, deliberately allowing her costume and body to brush against him again. “Let’s cherish our time together. I sense that a part of you is still enjoying my attentions. I know I am.”

She paused in her stroking, leaning the crop against his shoulder and gripping one of his powerful thighs with both hands. She gently licked the blood off his thigh, going as high as she could reach, being careful not to touch any of it with her hair. Then she did the same with the other thigh, this time resting a hand on the area between his legs. A soft moan came from the man, a moan of pleasure.

“Mmmm. That was good, and you liked it too. But the salt made me thirsty.” She picked up her crop, stepped to the small table, and placed it next to her cigarette case. “Don’t go away.” Flashing a wicked smile, she turned, walked to the door, and let herself through.

Pausing briefly in front of the mirror, she went into the kitchen area and prepared a mixer of martinis. In minutes the mixer and a full martini glass were resting on the small table. She lit another cigarette and smoked while sipping her drink. The man’s eyes followed her every move as she left and returned. He looked longingly at the martini.

“Sorry, my boy, no martini for you. We wouldn’t want your senses dulled, don’t you agree?” He nodded. “Good answer, boy.”

Sipping her martini and smoking, she regarded him approvingly. “Last night you said you had followed my pre-meeting instructions exactly. Was that true?” He nodded. “You completely voided and flushed yourself before our meeting and drank nothing except the several martinis with me for twelve hours.” Then with a stern gaze she added, “The truth, boy.” He nodded vigorously, obviously trying to convey honest conviction.

“I believe you.” She looked at her almost finished cigarette and then at him. After a short pause, smiling, she stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, downed her martini, picked up the crop, and returned to where she stood before taking a break.

Stroking him as before, her hands now wandered down his back, sides, and abdomen. Occasional taps with the crop, a little sharper, but still not painful, accompanied her hand. His body jerked involuntarily after the first few taps, but soon accommodated them without further reaction. When she worked on his front side, she deliberately pulled against him, letting her hair fall into the V formed by his thighs. It brushed everything there. His breathing increased, and evidence of renewed sexual tension showed between his legs.

“Excellent, my boy. You’re responding beautifully.” Her voice was soft and soothing again. “We are going on a long journey together, one I have taken many times, but is new to you. I will show you things about yourself you never really knew.” She paused for a moment to let the idea jell in his mind.

“I usually don’t talk this much to my playmates, but you are somehow special to me, and I think you deserve special treatment. Does that please you, to know you are special?”

She looked down on his upturned face from between his legs and saw him nod. Sensing gratitude in his expression brought a kindly smile from her.

“Maybe it was your earnestness when we met. Looking back, I don’t think I even needed the drug to make you compliant. You wanted me so much, just as you do now.” Continuing her gentle stroking, she noted his increasingly virile response. “I know your ankles must ache, but that is all part of our journey. I promise not to damage you.”

Allowing several minutes to pass, she heard a muffled sob come from the man as he struggled in vain to talk.

“What? Are you begging for mercy, or possibly a release of your passion?” Laughing, she continued to stroke him, moving the ministrations of her hand and crop to his tender inner thighs, touching his now engorged shaft ever so lightly. Speaking softly and soothingly, she added: “It’s too soon for that, my boy, much too soon for either. Maybe later.” With her words, she was sowing the seed of a dream that there might still be pleasure in his future. She looked down at his upturned head again. “It’s my decision when and how things happen here. You understand that, don’t you?”

He nodded in understanding.

“Good boy. You’ll be a good, obedient boy, won’t you?”

He nodded again.

“As I was saying, our journey together will be long, and there is much for you to learn. Pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin, and eventually they will merge and be one and the same to you. They aren’t now, but changing your habits of thought and sensation are part of our journey. You must trust me to be your guide. I know you don’t understand all I’ve said. It’s too much to absorb at once, but do you trust me?” She gazed directly into his eyes as he nodded. The fear was replaced with trust and a glimmer of the same affection she had seen in them the night before. Continuing to hold his eyes with hers, she gently stroked his thigh.

“You must know one more thing, my boy: everything that happens here is done out of love. Keep that in your mind when you have doubts, or when your spirit flags during our journey together. I will help you. Eventually you will come to love me for leading you along this new path, and you’ll welcome my return when I leave to rest and allow you respite. Do you believe me?”

He nodded, but she sensed a question in his eyes.

“How long?” She guessed her implication that events would be more protracted than one session begged that question. He nodded again, affirming her guess.

“Each man’s journey is different. Yours will take as long as it takes. I’ll know when we are finished. You trust me, don’t you?”

He nodded again.

“Now be a brave, strong boy, and let’s begin.”

She said all of this, knowing full well that little pleasure or mercy would be forthcoming, only an occasional pause or intimate interlude to rekindle hope, his hope that she might eventually be satisfied and free him.

As long as there is hope in his heart, she thought, philosophically pondering the moment, he will endure, and this young, strong one may survive many days before hope departs.

Savoring this pleasant thought, she delivered the first stinging blow with her crop.

By: Lesley Douglas

Lesley loves to write erotic fiction. She believes there’s more to it than hot sex (though she certainly knows how to pen that very critical aspect). Her work encompasses complex plots, depth, and character development. She likes to play with elements of suspense, psychology, and the darker side of BDSM.

The Visitor is Lesley’s first venture into erotic fiction and Requiem Expiated her second. Since meeting with some financial success as a full-time mystery writer, Ms. Douglass no longer practices her original profession, accounting. She has several more stories under development, one of which will be released in 2018: IV57384. She loves to hear from readers and bloggers. Visit her website and blog for the latest in her new releases and for contact info.

http://lesleydouglassauth.wixsite.com/literotica

Harmony and peace…where the natural state of man’s energy is wrapped in transparency and vulnerability… existing without fear. Bathed in the knowledge of confidence and acceptance, first of yourself and then of others.

Why do humans search in realms for greater realities, extreme activities and alternative sexual connections? I believe we are looking for something that will finally rip off the mask that was placed on us years ago in order to survive in a society that ran contrary to the soul that beat within us. Self preservation prevails as we try to fit in… be accepted. In that journey we lose the opening to our being. So we look to others in sometimes extreme relationships and connections to find the edge of that mask, that covering and rip it off leaving us exposed. We search for those beings whose energy will flow effortlessly with ours.

When you run into that person through your journey… when you find one that intuitively knows and feels the wave length of your energy and effortlessly flows in harmony with yours it almost seems foreign. We’ve grown use to dealing with the diversity of the masses, unmatched relationships, the rubbing raw of intrusive energies against us, that we almost miss that soothing flow of one who fits every grove in our tapestry. Because it’s unfamiliar our reaction may be to not pursue the health that may be calling out to our soul. Our mind finds itself at odds with our heart.

It’s vital that we know and understand the force that lives within ourselves; what depletes us and what builds us or else we blindly, through ignorance, remain strapped to an emotional carnival ride we are calling life.

When we understand the polarity of our own energy we will understand that we have choices everyday to keep learning how to stay balanced and grow in health and strength. In order to live a life well managed it’s best to keep ourselves fed and nourished through healthy harmonious relationships in every area of life that effect the decisions we make daily.

Our minds effect the mind of others. Thoughts and emotions heard and received radically race through our bodies. Genes become activated or repressed. Our DNA, regulated by our emotions. The perception of life seen through our thoughts or felt through the mind of another. Our energy heightened or diminished.

An effortless connection to me is as a drink of water that is soothing in temperature, filled with the right combination of ingredients (molecules, minerals ) that our mind, body and spirit sigh with a sense of welcome and thankfulness for the rejuvenation of our full self. An awakening from an unknown sleep. A dancing of happy molecules, cells, your DNA starting to rush and fill your whole being with excitement. The energy of Life!

I’ve felt the harmony of emotions with another. Uncanny intuition that released a word in due season.

In a time where words seem to have a hidden agenda and purpose to manipulate destinies, I’m thankful for the words that effortlessly flow into my life from those with golden hearts and amplified energy that lights a room. They remind me of the basic need of humanity.

To love, To touch, To feel, To connect.

BY:

VICTORIA VISTA is an erotic writer who lives in the sunshine state, Florida. A sensuous female primal dominant who adores men, the beauty of their submission and spinning erotic tales on her blog ‘Sexual Destinies’ at www.sexualdestinies.com/. She started writing erotica with a dominant female lead after being dissatisfied by what she read online.