Dangerous Pleasures

A submission from a new reader... thanks to K for her work on this:

Dangerous Pleasures

Something about the affirmation, and the risk, and the convergence of male and female energy made her yearn for new male encounters… The static in the air from sexual attraction, and the ignition of a flame when new bodies touched... Everything was new; every kiss, every drop of sweat, every hitched breath was charming – and the risk of mundaneity was null when you commit to non-commitment.

There is something inherently macabre about lovers meeting anonymously; placing trust in photographs and text messages, but finding solace in the fact that they’re temporary, and the enraptured payoff always worthwhile. This is the preference when you are a collector of experiences, and an addict for euphoria.

There was no use for names when she opened the door in her silken thigh length robe. They both knew the arrangement. He was beautiful; a picture of male physique: Broad shouldered, clean shaven, and outwardly confident. She had to wonder how she ever landed this deal; but in truth it was easy…

The drive toward mutual need.

As soon as they were behind closed doors, passion erupted from silence. He embraced her, heat emanating through layers of silk and cotton. As they kissed and familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies, he pulled her robe down over her shoulders and exposed her taut, perky breasts. She felt her nipples, stiffened by arousal, press against the firmness of his chest. He grabbed a fist of her hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her with seductive force. Her vision blurred from the intensity with which the encounter began; she felt tipsy with heady arousal.

Guiding her backward by her hair, he led her to the edge of the bed. Untying her robe, he grazed his thumb over her breasts, giving each nipple sensuous flicks of his tongue. She moans, moist from the aggressive hold on her hair and the sharp sensation of his tongue on her breasts. She needs him inside her. Such a primal need, she squirms against his hardened cock, still enveloped by denim. She feels him throb between her thighs, confirming his desire for her body, for his release.

When he releases her to use both his hands to grasp her hips, she frees herself from the sleeves of the robe, allowing the dim light to cast shadows on her full body. He relishes its newness to him, and stares wide eyed as his lips play into a smirk. When he pulls her to him she catches the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the concrete slab of perfectly smooth muscle underneath. She starts a light trail of kisses from his left shoulder, down his collarbone and up the side of his neck before gently tugging his earlobe with her teeth. She is brazen now... teasing him with her tongue as she presses her breasts into him and uses her deft fingers to free his belt and then the button fly of his jeans, releasing his throbbing, perfect cock.

As she strokes, she clasps the back of his neck with her free hand, challenging his dominance and looking him in the eyes. His fingers  digging into her hips now; his breath catching as he bites down on his lower lip to will himself to last longer. With a brusque kiss, he drops his jeans and effortlessly lifts her up and onto the bed. Placing one hand on her clavicle, she obligingly arches back, offering an erotic view of her breasts and sex. Still standing, he pulls her to him with his free hand and places his member on her cleft. She is wet, anxious for the release he will give her. He strokes her swollen clit with his cock, making her moan and arch toward him. His hand locked on her throat, making blood rush to her head and send the room into a haze.

Her legs were already shaking in anticipation when he slammed his rock hard cock into her. It was a delectable fullness, with just the right edge of pain. She felt complete when connected so intimately; able to give and receive freely what each wanted so badly. She felt him stroke every hidden bundle of nerves deep inside her. He pounded into her ruthlessly, one hand gripping her hip so tightly she was sure to bruise, the other hand gripped on her throat. She was coming undone…her wetness providing perfect motivation for him to continue. She played with herself for his hungry eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted to see. Circling her clit and gently tugging on her nipples, orgasms were rippling through her body. She could barely hear his moans and animalistic growls as she found her release. This was her nirvana.

He pulled out in time for her to take him in her mouth and milk him completely. She circled her tongue around the head and grasped his balls in her hand. His legs quaked as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and filled her mouth with hot cum. She was thirsty for him in a way he had not experienced with another woman, and it sent him over the edge.

With sighs and gentle moans of ecstasy, they lay together embraced for the last few moments of their encounter, enjoying the silence of anonymity and mutual pleasure and warmth of bare skin on bare skin.

They both knew they would likely never speak again - in fact, had never actually spoken, and the understanding provided a comfortable parting. One last kiss at the door, for gratitude, for memories’ sake, and for trust, and he was gone.

Zippers and Buckles

She wore black boots, small ones, size six. With gold buckles on the ankle and at the calf. A long gold zipper up the back. Thigh high stockings. A black skirt and white oxford. Her dark hair cascaded onto the white shirt in soft, welcoming waves. Her eyes a deep brown, mysterious and intense. Her skin pleasantly tan, even as the first cool days of autumn took hold.

Crisp, almost cold mornings and cool, inviting evenings. Warm sunny days. A favorite, fleeting time.

She worked in a basement office with a window at the ceiling so she could see the street, see the feet of the passersby, now mostly clad in boots or closed-toe shoes, reflecting the transition in the season. Now and then, some sandals still holding on to summer's warmth would pass, and she'd remember the feel of the warm sun on her own toes.

At 10 AM she had a coffee meeting. A friend from years gone by. A man she might have loved had they lived nearer or had either one made the slightest move. Instead, they played at being lovers, sharing writing and occasional texts.

They would always meet when one was in the other's town, have coffee, make mental love over pastries. Eyes would burn as they sat. Texts would fly as they parted. But never more than a hug or a touch of the hand between them.

He was nursing his coffee as she walked in. Wearing a simple blue oxford, khaki pants, and some smart brown lace ups. Like hers, his eyes were dark and intense.

He smiled as she walked toward him. They hugged, and she went to the counter to get her coffee. He relished the scent she left behind, light outside sweat mixed with the perfection that was her chosen perfume. The blend was exquisite.

As she ordered, he admired her boots, the zipper, imagined taking them off and ...

She was back before him now. Beautiful, in simple black and white. Steam mixing with her thick locks to create a dream-like image of pure beauty.

Nearing forty, he wondered why he hadn't before. Hadn't made a move. Hadn't invited her out to his home for a weekend. Hadn't happened into her town and taken her out. They clearly had a connection, but always seemed otherwise connected.

Both creative types, but both also very concerned with being proper and appropriate, not raising suspicion.

They each talked about their work. What they'd done in the months since they'd last met. What was ahead.

As she got up to leave after almost two hours at coffee, he asked if he could ... see her work.

She did have some new designs, she said. And her office was just a few blocks away. Was he sure he had time?

He was, he assured her.

As she got up and headed toward the door, he opened it for her. Admiring her scent and taking in the look of her boots as she walked out into the now warm mid-day air.

They entered the old brick building, took the wooden stairs down. White painted brick surrounded them, and the street level windows let in the noon-time light.

She walked to a table and showed him one of her drawings and then another. He stood right next to her, absorbing her words and her being and feeling oddly enchanted.

As she bent down to move another drawing over, he leaned-in behind her, and when she moved her body up to show him, he placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her to him, his lips grazing hers, then enveloping them. She gave in. Instantly. Kissing him back with the force of a decade of desire.

His mouth was on her neck as her hands explored his body. Buttons coming undone on her shirt... warm, sweet-smelling flesh exposed. He tasted her collarbone, her shoulder. His hands on her still firm ass.

She worked his belt loose. Unzipped his pants. Her hand warm around the heat of his throbbing member.

His kisses grew more intense, his desire apparently growing with them.

She pushed down his boxer briefs. Her shirt now off, she knelt before him, lace bra, black skirt, and those incredible boots.

She smiled at him and he melted when he saw her dark eyes glance up at him as her hand held his flesh.

Tongue tasting salty beginnings. Tracing down his shaft. Lips leaving a crimson stain on the thickness of his head. Lips and tongue up and down, and all the while, he's admiring her boots. Her legs. Her ass. Her warm skin and lovely breasts.

He wants her now. Now more than he ever has. Now or never, he surmises.

His hand on her chin, he guides her up.

Now, hands on her waist, placing her on the table.

Removing lace panties.

The head of his now slick, hot cock against her warm, wet opening.

Inside. Inside. The sweet pleasure of her flesh urging him further in. Her own moan exquisite.

He can see the shoes above them, through the window. He wonders if anyone will notice. And then he is lost. Lost inside her, his lips on hers as their bodies rock together, as the years of mind-fucking become the real thing.

He feels himself growing harder, hungrier inside her. She feels full, feels the pressure of him, feels a desire like no other. She wants nothing more than his full attention, his desire to be satisfied.

He tells her he wants her, has wanted her for so long. She tells him to take her, to take her now and forever.

He can't stop kissing her, tasting her skin, rejoicing the in the feel of her lips on his, the smell of coffee and perfume surrounding them as their bodies grow closer and closer.

One flesh, one passion. Her boots now around his waist as she begs him to go harder, to get closer, to not stop.

His thrusts harder, faster, urgent.

He grunts... again.. once more. He looks at her face, kisses her soft lips. And holds her, his cock semi-hard and still inside.

He tells her he can't believe it took this long. She tells him not to make her wait this long ever again.

She picks up her panties, puts her shirt on, and walks to the ladies' room. He adjusts his pants, buckles, and watches those tiny, sexy boots as they walk away. This time, though, they'll be coming back.

Morning Visit

They had met a couple times before.  Had talked about an arrangement.  Had talked around the issue.

She was young and had blonde, curly hair.  Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.

But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on.  He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right.  And he was.  Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.

This time, she had messaged him.  She let him know she wanted to see him.  To make it work.

He would be at the office by 9:30 that morning, he told her.

He came in and got organized, opened his laptop, checked his email and responded to those needing his thoughts and attention.

He wore a dark suit, white shirt, and silver tie. Black and silver cuff links.

He heard a knock at the door.

She walked in and sat down smiling.  And he asked how she'd been.  And then he just listened.

She was in a dress, low cut, showing off her ample cleavage.

But he was soon entranced in her voice.  And his cock was responding, too.

He pointed to the desk at the back of his office.  Told her he had something for her.  She looked back and saw a beautiful pair of nude pumps. She tried them on and they fit perfectly.  He smiled at the delight she took in her new possession.

She asked him if he wanted to have some fun.

Of course, he said. Sure.

She walked around his desk and looked at him.  She noticed the bulge in his dark suit pants. 

She took off her new shoes and knelt before him.  Her hands rubbed his thighs as he began to smile and admire her with his dark eyes.

He felt himself growing harder and he unbuckled his belt.  Her fingers worked his button open and moved his zipper down.

He reached down and pushed his boxer briefs down a bit ... her hand reaching in and grabbing his now throbbing cock. 

He watched as her tongue flicked the glistening head of his hard member.

He stood up to allow her to have access to the full length of him. 

As she worked her lips and mouth down on his cock, his silver tie tickled her nose... she looked up at him and smiled, the head of his cock still in her mouth.

He pushed the tie over his shoulder.

She stroked his shaft with her hand. 

His hand in her curly hair, down to her shoulder.... rubbing her breast over the dress... then beneath it, the warm, soft flesh sending him deeper into pleasure...

As his fingers teased her nipples, she moaned lightly -- his balls cupped in her hand, his cock under her mouth's masterful control.

He wanted more, but didn't want to push it.  This felt amazing.  And it wasn't even 10 AM yet.

She looked up at him and told him he had a great cock.

Then went back to work sucking and stroking it.

He was losing control, but held back for a minute.

His hands both on her head now, he was controlling her mouth.  Pushing her down, letting her pull back. Fucking her mouth with intensity.  Begging for release.

He felt it coming and pulled back just a bit.  She felt the tension of his cock, felt it pulsing... and then a strong shot of hot cream against her throat. Another thrust. And then a thickness filling her mouth. Salty, warm, coating and falling down.

She swallowed it all and help him there, in her mouth.  Then licked up the remaining semen from his cock.

She smiled and got up. Put on her shoes and sat in the chair across from him.  He put his semi-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. Zipped, buttoned, buckled.

He told her this would work nicely. She agreed.  She put on her new shoes and walked out the door.

The Shower

She walks through the door at nearly 9 pm ... it has been a long, crazy day and she is frazzled and fried. her frame is small... a little over 5 feet tall and her skin delightfully alive ... her hair, curly and inviting, surrounds fragile face that hides her darkest desires.. her brilliant hazel eyes often catch the attention of men who pass her by -- today, those eyes are watery, worn, weary. she wears a black skirt, simple white blouse now unbuttoned below her perky C-cup breasts. her legs are bare and simple, black cotton panties protect an area that has received far too little attention in the past months her small feet with amazingly high arches are tucked into 4 inch high steve maddens with a tantalizing ankle strap -- she kicks them off and reveals toes with dark paint that badly need to relax she enters her bedroom and discards her blouse. into the bathroom, she turns the shower on ... full blast, full heat... she removes her clothes completely and stands there, completely nude, feeling a chill come over her. he was supposed to have been there when she got home ... but maybe his day was crazy, too she returns to the bathroom and is embraced by the warmth of a fog of steam. moisture beads up on her pale skin. she steps into the shower and closes the door .. the heat stings, and she adds a touch of cool water to take the edge off. her body is relaxing. her eyes close as she wets her hair. and her mind wanders. he arrives. he can't believe he's late. his meeting in the city had gone way too long. he is in a navy pin-striped suit, pink shirt with french cuffs, and a patterned pink tie. he hears the shower. sees the shoes and trail of clothes. he walks into the bedroom and removes his suit. takes all of his clothes off. he is not tall, but his body shows he has been in the gym -- toned, but not bulky. he removes his dark rimmed glasses and stands in the room, completely nude ... his cock grows as he approaches the door the steam hits him and he can just make out rita's outline through the opaque glass door he is now standing at full attention, blood throbbing and coarsing through him... she jumps as he opens the door... startled out of an imaginary world. her shock is replaced with a boisterous smile and he grabs her and pulls her to him as their bodies are sprayed with steam and pounding water. his kiss electrifies her ... sets her on fire. she returns his passion ten-fold. he feels her need to his core. her hair is dark and wet and shiny and wonderful his cock rubs against her stomach... and she feels the sting of his heat. his kisses find her neck, her collarbone... trace down to her shoulders hands explore her glorious skin as his tongue teases her nipples, his mouth enveleoping a luscious breast he finds the line between her breasts... his tongue traces down to her belly button... to her body's center. a thin strip of now-darkened hair, matted wet, stands above an apparently aroused pussy. his tongue and lips place kisses on her inner thigh as her hands fall upon his head, then brace against the shower wall as first one, then a second finger thrusts inside her... she is aching, longing for this touch... quick flicks of the tongue delight her clit .. .then stop, teasing and tasting her sweetness.. probing inside warm, velvety folds... her release is quick, almost painful... she can't remember when the last time a man did that for her... as she nearly collapses upon him, he guides her out of the shower and wraps her in a towel he cradles her in his arms and lays her now steamy, relaxed body on the bed... as he opens the towel, he places a kiss on her toe, his tongue tracing her long arch and his lips embracing her ankle... all the way up her toned calves... behind her knee as she giggles ... to her warm thighs he finds her center again, wakes up the already aroused pussy and as his lips meet hers, he is inside her... slowly, carefully, deeply inside he keeps kissing her... his eyes meet hers as their bodies join together -- they are perfectly matched in height and he licks just behind her ear as his hands pull her body into his... his thrusts are slow, long, and his dick is harder than she remembers ever feeling.. seemingly growing and bulging inside her he arches back and plunges deeper... she screams in a slight tinge of pain and then they find a rhythm... then he stops... holds himself as far inside as he can... "kiss me" ... and she does... "kiss me" and again... he's holding himself there... holding them together... and their kiss becomes so intense, so rich, textured and their bodies so still ... a perfect togetherness he feels her getting closer... and as they kiss, his hand rubs her engorged clit... her pulsating rhythm makes him explode and he shouts breathlessly... "kiss me"... all his force musters a whisper and their lips lock as their bodies rejoice together