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Rainy Daze

Rain soaked streets.
You and I between the sheets.

With you between my legs.
And me beginning to beg.

Enjoying the wait. Rarely sudden.
Anxious for the thunder below your belly button.

Feeling you rise, while I slide you inside.

My heart is thumping as the headboard goes bumping.

Absorbing one another.
Like the rain to the puddles.

Caught in love under a wet and warm haze.
Who says playing hookie is only for snow days?

 

Stella & The Chair

Stella opened the door to the dark room. Her hand still on the knob, she enters with an exhale. Stella hadn’t felt excitement like this in a very long time.

She could see the chair in the distance. It was waiting for her to place her warm ass upon it… and wait.

She gripped the knob tighter before releasing it and closing the door. It was quiet. Cold. Nothing but the chill in the air and a constant dripping from the rain outside.

Stella wondered where he was. Maybe he was already there. Watching her. She couldn’t feel him though. As she approached the chair she began to undress, leaving a trail of forgotten garments in her wake. Finally pulling off her panties, Stella began thinking of all the ways she’ll be pleasured later. Soon.

Her nipples were hard against the slight winter breeze. There was a broken window from their last encounter. It was a wild one with their hungry warm bodies against the cold pane glass. The thought gave Stella a cozy chill. She stared at the chair contemplating touching herself. She wanted to wait for him, but maybe she shouldn’t keep herself waiting.

She circled the chair gently, her fingers dancing lightly on the back of it. It was a simple chair. Nothing much to it. Stella liked the sturdy, thick wood. The sound it would make when she’d thrust and the wooden legs would knock against the concrete floor. Or the fap sound of her bare, wet ass slapping the slightly contoured seat. Yeah, she remembered it all. And she wanted it all over again.

Stella swallowed hard, fighting the urge to put her fingers between her legs. She felt a heartbeat in her clitoris growing wilder and wilder. And with some sucking and nibbling of her bottom lip, she sat slowly and began to chain her ankles up to the attachments placed at the bottom of the chair.

The chains were cold steel against her heated hands, but the ankle cuffs were soft, fuzzy, and red. There was enough chain for her legs to spread as wide as he could get them. Or as high. Sometimes the chains would slap against her entire body, like parallel strokes teasing her canvas.
Stella was lusting heavy. She wanted him to arrive and cure her of the firery desire that enfolded her body.

She removed the blindfold from its Velcro home, under the chair and placed it over her eyes. The chains were making a quiet clanking sound, arousing Stella’s memories once again.
Oh how wet she got when she could hear nothing but the sounds of her own moans and the loud rattling of chains against the chair. She loved it when he fucked her that hard. Her knees would be sore, but it was an erotic reminder that Stella wore proudly. Sometimes even kneeling on them while she masturbated for enhanced pleasure.

The last memory sent Stella’s fingers rushing to her anxious pussy. With her index and middle finger circling her opening counter clockwise, and her thumb giving a loving stroke to her clit, she realeased a hungry sigh.

At that moment she heard him speak, “Bad girl.”

Stella’s head jolted straight.

“No one gave you permission…” he said with his voice coming closer.

Stella’s breathing got heavier as she felt him draw near. With the blindfold on she could only hear where he was, and that turned her on very much.
The waiting. The yearning. The fact that he had waited for her; Spicer! Nothing else mattered to Stella when she was in that chair. Even the dripping outside seemed to cease. All she felt was him. All she wanted was him.

She licked her lips preparing to speak, but he silenced her with a soft ‘Ssh’. She couldn’t hear his foot steps anymore, but certainly still felt the power of his sexual presence. Stella wondered what he would do to her first. Maybe some licking between her legs until she begged for him to finish her. Maybe some teasing. It all was teasing to her. From the moment she would leave the chair to the moment she returned back to it. To him.   Like an excited school girl, she sat patiently but would fidget in the chair.

And then, his warm breath crept over her left clavicle. Her hairs rose to attention. And then the warm bath of his tongue stretching from her shoulder to her ear, where he paused. He grabbed handcuffs from under the chair and restrained her wrists one by one. Kissing each hand as he did so. Her breath by now has turned from gentle breathing to heavy panting. She could feel the moisture between her legs building, readying the chair for the fapping sound she loved.

Stella could feel him circling her, but not touching. His air demanded attention. His thoughts she could feel inside her body, yet never knew which way he’d surprise her. She felt him kneel in front of her, sliding the cold chains around her shins. His soothing breath drew closer to the inside of her knees, traveling down the hallway of her thighs.

“You’re mine now.”

 

 

The Bigger Picture

They had sat there for some time, analyzing one another and still fuming from their disagreement. It was supposed to be a night of passion, a night of sexual exploration, and yet there they were sitting across from each other staring at the grains of wood on the table, unspoken and misunderstood. She wondered how to express herself without offending him. He wondered how to please her without asking.

Is he even listening?’ // ‘Does she even know what she wants?’

Their eyes caught briefly, then quickly fluttered away. He cleared his throat expecting to speak but words never found his lips. She looked at him ready to explain, but found herself exhausted at the thought of continuing. Then finally he spoke.

“Do you want me to be forceful?”

“No.” she replied.

“You want me to be confident?”

“No!”

“You want me to be shy?”

“No…”

“Then what, sad?” he asked, “Insecure?”

She stares at him with asinine eyes.

“I don’t want a superhero, and I don’t want a whiny little boy. The only thing I want is for the person to be themselves. And if that’s uncertain and neurotic then that’s fine. I just want it to be real.”

Real. She wondered what that meant to him. He wondered what that meant to her. They stared at each other unblinking and thought of how they could possibly save the evening. Save the moment. Save them.

And with a breathy sigh, they both knew that this wasn’t about role playing any longer.

OT in the Office

He looked forward to seeing her every morning. When she’d walk into his office and deliver the mail, occasionally having something witty to say about the weather or maybe the latest pop culture news. He didn’t care much about the things that came out of her mouth, but it did draw attention to the things he’d been wanting to put into her mouth.

She wasn’t that much younger than him, in fact, he found out her age the previous month while carefully breezing it into conversation with Jim, a friend of Frank, who once dated her. Her. Her name was Carol. Such a dull name for someone with so much sexual potential, he thought. He wondered why their relationship ended, and convinced himself it was Frank’s lack of sexual prowess that was the cause. Someone that callus wouldn’t have the patience needed to properly please a girl like that, he considered. Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to her. He could feel her unmet needs through the piles of papers and the thick oak wood of his desk. It attacked his energy when she was around. He wanted to be the one to please her, to make her moan with closed lips that separated for succulent kisses.

He could see it all. The way it would begin, the way she’d climax during the climax of their sexual time together, and the way it would end: him kissing her neck gently before rising from the desk and asking her to leave. Cut and dry. He liked it that way.

Something in him wondered if it would be different with her. Carol. He wondered why he was pondering on such an emotion, then quickly shook it from his mind. And as if summoned by his thoughts alone, Carol walks in with her daily smile and tender eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Mesner!” she said.

“Good morning! Good morning, how’re you today?” he asked, remembering his last thoughts of her.

“Oh you know, over worked and under-paid,” she smiled, “I’m so busy here I doubt I’ll be able to even go to the company mixer tonight.”

“Company mixer?” he started, “I had no idea. I guess that’s what I get for being anti-social, huh?”

He noticed that she leafed over the “M” section twice already. He began wondering if she enjoyed these mornings as much as he did. The daily ritual became like his coffee. Everything seemed brighter after Carol came.

“I suppose so,” she smiles, “You should really try to go if you aren’t stuck here like me.”

“Well why aren’t you going?” he asks.

“CAT Reports are due in early and my acqauintance has been dropping the ball. So yours truly gets to clean up the mess whilst my social life circles the drain.”

Even when you’re being bitter it’s adorable. Adorable in the ‘I want to bend you over and ram you’ sort of sense.  Carol hands the mail to him and he grabs it licking his lips. He notices her eyes drop and focus on the action. She blushes and blinks quickly with a nervous grin.

Swallowing sheepishly, “I’m grateful though, of course, to ya know, even have a job–”

He cuts her off sharply, “I’ll tell you what, I’m familiar with the CATS. I’ll help you knock them out and we can go to this mixer or whatever together.”

Carol blushes as she stares at him with excitement.

“What do you think,” he asks, “They still have it at the same place; down the street a ways right?”

She nods with a smile, looking over her well-organized mail.

“I mean, I’m not trying to impose my lonely presence upon you,” he said with a smile. “We’d be going as colleagues, of course.”

“Oh, of course, I didn’t–” she stumbled, “I wasn’t… I mean, you’re–Jesus Christ!”

Carol covered her forehead in a bashful way, as he stood with a chuckle.

“There’s still about six or so hours left in the work day,” he says casually, “Whatever you don’t complete, you can just transfer up here and we’ll slam it out.”

Carol shakes her head with a grateful smile.

“Thank you so much, sir. I truly appreciate it. You have no idea how much time you’re saving me by helping.”

“Sure I do,” he says, “probably about three nights worth of overtime?”

“That’s pretty accurate.” she smiles.

He couldn’t help but notice how her eyes glistened when she spoke to him. Do they glows  like this for everyone? Or is it only me? He wonders on what he would need to do to make them glow even brighter. To make them glisten. Maybe right before she climaxes, her eyes give the brightest glow. There’s a moment where he thinks he won’t be able to stop himself from lunging over the desk, when Frank walks pass and pops his head in.

“Hey-hey Mesner! Hey sweet thang! What’s shaking?” says Franks with a careless attitude.

Carol rolls her eyes and begins shuffling her cart around to exit.

“Hey, how’re you Frank? Uh, Carol, so,” he trails off scattered, “If you want the help, I’d be glad to.”

“Thanks,” she smiles and begins to leave until Frank stops her.

“You going to the mixer tonight? Need a date? I mean, I’m going stag but we can leave together. I mean, there–leave there together.” he chuckles and looks at Mr. Mesner for approval.

Frank and him weren’t equals or on the same level of accomplishment or responsibilities, but they worked on the same floor and attended the same grad school. More or less, they were colleagues. He had a hard time wrapping his mind around why he disliked Frank so much, until he focused his eyes on Carol’s ever plump ass walking away from him.

And there it was. He envied Frank. Frank had had Carol and he hadn’t. Frank had kissed her lips and felt her breath close to him. Frank had seen what’s underneath of her clothes, he’s touched her bare skin in all the inappropriate areas he had been wanting to touch her.

“You feeling alright Mesner?” Frank asked.

Carol turned to observe his facial expression. She gave a slight smile, which brought him back to reality. Snapping out of it, he begins to respond to Frank.

“Yeah, sorry. Trailed off there for a second.”

“Alright then,” Frank begins to leave, “I’ll see you around man. Carol, sent you an email lovely.”

Carol murmurs something inaudible under her breath then wheels the mail cart in Frank’s opposite direction, mouthing “I hate him” to Mr. Mesner before continuing out of eye sight. He smirks, turns and walks back to his desk with the smile still painted on his lips.

At his desk, his eyes fall on the clock. Something about the red LED lights, something about time. All leading back to her. Carol. He wasn’t quite sure how she had found herself in his mind constantly, but she was there. Living and thriving. What IS the obsession? he wondered. This can’t just be some macho shit about having what Frank has had. We weren’t even rivals in grad school. And what is the email Frank sent Carol about?

It wasn’t even 10 a.m., but he rolled his chair around and reached for his Dewar’s Scotch. He poured two fingers of the golden whisky into his crystal rocks glass and sipped slowly. He thought about how he could work the questions into their future conversation. ‘So, how did you and Frank hook up?’ No, too casual. ‘How did a sweet girl like you end up with an ass like that?’ Too cheesy. ‘Frank… what a weird guy huh?’  He let the smokey taste of the Scotch sting his pallet as he contemplated further on the matter.

……

5:40 rolled around and still no sign of her. He began to wonder if her acquaintance had come through to help her afterall. The thought displeased him, he wanted to be the one to assist her. Her. Carol. Even during a mid-day buzz and after fine sushi he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her that drove him so wild. All he knew is that he wanted those legs to be wrapped around him. He wanted her lips on his cock, and he wanted to feel how she tastes.

And just as before, just as always, it seemed to him, she knocked lightly on the side of his door before appearing. Her hair seemed weathered, she must’ve been working really hard today. That turned him on. He appreciates someone who works for what they believe in–even though he was certain there was more to Carol than just mail–he appreciated that she wasn’t a slacker.

“Sorry I’m late,” she started

Nope, you are right on time.

“I got caught up in work politics. ‘When Being Polite Goes Wrong'” she joked as she slammed the files on an adjacent desk in the corner.

He stands to greet her, letting his pen slip through his fingers as his eyes catch her bare shoulders. He could tell she must’ve been hot at some point recently, since the cardigan she usually wears wasn’t on her. The tank she wore had spaghetti straps that criss-crossed on her back. He wanted to uncross them and rip the tank top from her skin. Reveal her modest breasts and ravage them.

“Well ya can’t go wrong with this polite guy.” he said, immediately regretting his corny words.

Carol smiles and approaches him head on, no papers in her hands, no mail cart inbetween them. Just his oak desk. He couldn’t recall a time she was just there without something to clutch or distract her. He liked it. Steady eye contact. His thoughts began to linger again, but her voice interrupted him.

“I am very grateful, sir. While I doubt we’ll finish it all in time to still attend the Mixer, at least I’ll have the rest of my evenings this week, thanks to you.”

Coming from behind his desk, “Your thanks isn’t needed. I may not be your boss, but I notice how hard you work and I appreciate that. I like that in a woman–um, a worker.”

He clears his throat diffidently.

“Excuse me. Sorry about that.”

“Godamn those Freudian slips, huh sir?” she says with a brow lifted and slight grin.

He squinted at her playfully and tried to recover smoothly.

“We may be here a while, have you eaten?” Holy shit, I want her.

“No,” she replied, “I was waiting to see if you were interested in delivery. So I held off.”

“Good. I’ll order us something. You a Scotch drinker? I have Peach Schnapps and Vodka also.”

Carol shrugged in a coy manner. She began to twirl the lose ends of her tank top nervously, but not breaking eye contact with him. He wasn’t sure where this sense of scattered confidence was coming from, but he liked it.

“Maybe you could mix a bit of Schnapps with some Dewar’s. Make a Sweetheart,” she said softly, “I like those.”

He felt his heart spike. He’d never felt her energy like this. She felt different, certain. Yet familiar and distant. What was happening? He had to break eye contact in fear of consuming her with his firery lust. He turns and walks over to his bar to make the drinks. Carol arranges files and papers along the side of another table.

“So, I have to ask and forgive me for prying, but; you and Frank…” he trails.

Carol stops shuffling the files and exhales reflectively.

“Me and Frank,” she says letting down her hair, “Short lived. Short dick. Short sided.”

He chokes as he turns, lowering his Scotch from his lips. Carol laughs and walks over to him blushing. She grabs her drink off the marble counter.

“I was hoping you’d laugh.”

“Are you kidding me? That was brilliant. You’re…” he calms his words, “Cheers. To work politics not being so political/politically correct.”

The two clink glasses slowly, then suddenly Carol pounces. Scotch spills over the crystal, soaking their fingers and their clothes. Their lips scramble to find footing and eventually lock. She lets out a sexual whimper as her free hand grasps the back of his head. His arm finds itself wrapped around her waist, gripping the top of her skirt. Carol finds the counter and recklessly places the glass on it. He follows suit, except doesn’t find the counter and passionately lets the glass fall to the floor. The breaking of crystal didn’t deter them from lustfully devouring each other.

She gasped. He gasped. Their eyes pierced through each other like horny arrows sent straight from cupid’s dick. How long he had waited and wanted this, and finally, for it to be here. For it to be now. Her lips are like satin pillows. I can’t get inside of her quick enough.

Carol starts breathlessly, “I was rushing all day to make it back here on time.”

He kisses her again, pressing her harder against the wall, his framed acheivements falling to the floor violently.

“I needed to have you again.” she moaned, quickly undoing his belt and shoving her hand into his pants to grip his patiently waiting cock.

His eyes widen with a sexual epiphany. And there it was! The animalistic urge, the sexual tension, the cocktail choice, the seductive after-hours eyes. Her. Carol.

“My god!” she gasps, “You make me so wet.”

He had slept with her before. Whoa!  He didn’t want his shock to surprise her. Then he couldn’t help but think of how he’s never acknowledged it either. What a fucking asshole! How long ago was it? Fuckin’, THINK!

Carol nibbled at his bottom lip as she tugged gently on his dick. She pulled her hand out of his pants to losen and drop them. Their lips release one anothers’ and she stares back at him seductively. Out of breath, she spits on her hand and grabs his cock to jerk it. Fuuuucck, how could I have forgotten this? What the hell is wrong with me? How did–

“I know you probably don’t remember our first time,” she panted, “I never wanted to embarrass you by reminding… I just–I just… waited.”

Her eyes gleamed back at him with a light he faintly remembered now. Her pink lips plump from his pressing against them eagerly, parted, and waiting. She breathed quickly, causing her breasts to heave towards him.

This explained it. This explained it all. He stood there sexily disheveled, hair tossed with his dick being stroked. He wanted to remember. So he kisses her hard once again. She moans and so does he, pulling each other closer, feeling his cock against her swelling pussy.

“I just can’t place when we…”

Carol smiles knowingly. She bites her lip and with a sigh leans back agaisnt the wall. He looks at her with sexual aggression, confused and aroused.

“It was a few months back, maybe a year, I was stuck here working,” she gestures to the papers across the room.

“I came up here for files and saw your light on. I didn’t know you were here… well, you were drunk and you were jerking off. I walked in to turn your light off and turned you on instead.”

He looks at her trying to remember the hedonistic moment. Searching his mind for more, he places his fingers between her legs.

“Tell me more.” he demands as he starts moving his fingers in a circular motion on her clit.

Flushed, she continues, “You stood with your hard dick…”

“Like now?” he whispers in her ear as he licks.

“Yes!” she says breathlessly “You apologized but didn’t put it away.”

“Put what away?”

“Your dick.”

“My what?”

“Your dick! Your perfect hard dick.”

He grunted, brushing the scattered glass away and kneeled before her to pull off her panties. “Continue.”

Carol’s brows came together wantingly. He put his warm, wet tongue on her pussy-lips, widening his tongue to lap them both at once. She gasps loudly with pleasure and surprise. He loved the way she tastes.

“Continue!” he said again.

“You kissed me, and… and then you kissed my n-n-neck. Ahh I can’t take it anymore!”

She pushed him off and pulled off her top.

“You asked me if I wanted you and I did. Then we fucked,” removing her skirt, “and I’ve been wanting you even more ever since.”

He’s on the floor looking up at her, stroking his own throbbing cock.

“Just too shy, too nervous, too embarassed to say anything to you,” she removes her bra, “scared you’d regret it.”

She straddles him and inserts his dick into her with a loud moan, “Scared you’d regret me.”

His jaw hangs low with lust and surprise. He grips her perfectly round ass firmly, looking into her eyes as her pussy tightens around him.

“I regret nothing,” he assures as he thrusts deeper, “Maybe… just not tasting you sooner. Not remembering.” How could you not remember?

As they both gripped and thrusted towards each other their eyes locked, both hungry, both anxiously wanting more. He could feel her intense sense of longing and wondered if she could feel his as well. All those months of yearning, it all finally made sense now. The shy timid girl gets taken advantage of and loves it; spends the rest of her weeks masturbating and pondering on how to make it happen again. Carol begins to feel pain on her knees, they were helping her ride his now soaked dick, and they were also beginning to bleed. Some of the carelessly spilled glass had penetrated the skin on her knees.

“Ouch,” she exclaimed with pleasure.

He looks at her knees during their sexual commotion and briefly stops humping her back. He smiles for a second and stares into her lust-filled eyes. “I got a little carried away, didn’t intend for you to get hurt. Are you alright?”

Carol stares back at him for a moment and kisses him passionately. She begins to withdrawal him from her juicy womanhood. He’s still panting and hopes he hasn’t said the wrong thing.

“Pleasure isn’t pleasurable without some pain,” she says standing, “with you, it’s both.”

She climbed over him and onto his hard wood desk, spreading her legs, exposing her wet pussy. He turns to stand.

“And one shouldn’t forget the joy of understanding anothers pain.” she says with enticing eyes, “The choice to wait until you remembered, was my choice of pain, but enjoying the pain of that memory and seeing you every morning was my choice of pleasure.” She pulls him closer with her ankles at his hips.
“This, is my sexual vindication. This, is my fantasy.”

He falls over her with a heavy kiss. His hands cupping her face as her hands assist his shiny dickhead to her slippery and waiting opening. He proceeds inside of her with a thirsty grunt. As he thrusts and she holds on, papers begin to fall and slide onto the chestnut floor. He couldn’t believe how great she felt. So warm, so wet. So passionate. She had been fighting the same urge he was. Since she could recall their previous rendezvous, maybe her fight had been much harder. It would explain the force in which she was fucking him back, the hunger, the lust, the eagerness.

He thought her breasts were perfect. On the smaller side, but beautiful definition and shape. He wanted to dive into them with his face and blow. Her lips, latching onto him and pulling him in at the same time. So good. He wanted this again. And again some more. He knew there was a reason he felt so attached to her. They moved the same way. They fit. She started to clench his shirt, letting out an orgasmic shout. He placed his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Her pussy squeezed and contracted on his hard cock, forcing him to remove it as he exploded all over her grinding cunt. Carol was more than pleased with seeing the pearly trails land on her skin, warm and fresh.

He shoves his laptop aside and collapses beside her on his desk. Panting and still reeling from orgasm, he looks at her with curious, yet satisfied lust. Her eyes soften as she leans over him for a long kiss.

“You’re incredible.” he says with closed eyes.

“As are you,” she stares.

He smiles victoriously as she kisses him on the neck and rises from the desk to collect her clothes. She begins to dress when he realizes he didn’t want her to leave, just as he suspected he would’ve.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asks putting on her top, “We’ll actually have to do work though.”

“You don’t have to scurry off.”

“Now, now sir. What sort of fantasy would this be if I stayed?”

He smirks and reflectives on the irony, as she bites her bottom lip and exits happily with her sheepish smile returning. I suppose it’s my turn to obsess now. He smiles feeling the warmth from her pussy juices begin to cool on his dick. He lays his head back with a smile.  

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