I am attracted to the dark places.
The places others won't go.
The buildings in the back of the alley.
The homes with broken windows.
The mold along the baseboards.
I'm attracted to the dark places.
The people they attract.
The nod from the man at the coffee shop.
Who knows where I start my morning.
Who lives alone in a hotel room.
I am attracted to the dark places.
The chipped paint. The broken boards.
The swing set falling apart.
The smell of mildew.
The cracks in the linoleum.
The room in the back.
The bed downstairs.
I may look like I've escaped.
May appear finished, sophisticated, and of another world.
But the dark places.
That's where I'm from.
That's where I'm home.
The dark places are my escape.
To a world I know and understand.
To people who know not to ask.
Anything.
They know why you're there.
They know you belong.
At least for that moment.
Maybe forever.
You never leave the dark places.
Once you've been.
They make a mark.
You can't erase it.
And if you're from those places.
If the darkness is your home.
No matter where you go
No matter what you see
You belong to the dark places
You seek them out
And they find you.
I'm attracted to the dark places.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
In the parking lot
She finished her shift.
Putting sandwiches together.
Baking bread.
It was a long day.
Early morning to mid-afternoon.
She went to the gym so she could shower.
And then pulled her aging, dying SUV into a parking lot nearby.
Mostly empty.
And she was near the back.
He climbed in the backseat.
And she met him.
A kiss.
A second.
Hunger.
She wore a skirt, a button down shirt. No bra or panties.
She was blonde and tired and eager.
He was in his suit, no tie. Cuff links.
He took his shirt off. No need for any evidence.
He unzipped and removed his pants.
And sat in t-shirt and boxers as she straddled his lap.
And kissed him.
His hands removing her shirt.
Her hands rubbing him through thick cotton.
The tip of his cock peaked over his waistband.
She felt the wetness of his pre-cum
She inched closer to him as his hands moved from her breasts to her ass.
A finger penetrating her wetness
Massaging her clit.
Two fingers...
Then she was on him, on top, sliding him in
Moaning and saying his name
As he sat there, grabbing her ass
Letting her take him
Kissing her neck and breasts and lips
Their bodies together, held tight
Slowly working into sweet ecstasy
He came. Hard. Deep inside her.
And they held each other.
And sat in silence.
She moved off of him.
And handed him his pants.
He buttoned up his shirt.
And kissed her on the lips.
And got out of the car.
Back to his.
She went back to the gym. Took another shower.
And drove home.
Putting sandwiches together.
Baking bread.
It was a long day.
Early morning to mid-afternoon.
She went to the gym so she could shower.
And then pulled her aging, dying SUV into a parking lot nearby.
Mostly empty.
And she was near the back.
He climbed in the backseat.
And she met him.
A kiss.
A second.
Hunger.
She wore a skirt, a button down shirt. No bra or panties.
She was blonde and tired and eager.
He was in his suit, no tie. Cuff links.
He took his shirt off. No need for any evidence.
He unzipped and removed his pants.
And sat in t-shirt and boxers as she straddled his lap.
And kissed him.
His hands removing her shirt.
Her hands rubbing him through thick cotton.
The tip of his cock peaked over his waistband.
She felt the wetness of his pre-cum
She inched closer to him as his hands moved from her breasts to her ass.
A finger penetrating her wetness
Massaging her clit.
Two fingers...
Then she was on him, on top, sliding him in
Moaning and saying his name
As he sat there, grabbing her ass
Letting her take him
Kissing her neck and breasts and lips
Their bodies together, held tight
Slowly working into sweet ecstasy
He came. Hard. Deep inside her.
And they held each other.
And sat in silence.
She moved off of him.
And handed him his pants.
He buttoned up his shirt.
And kissed her on the lips.
And got out of the car.
Back to his.
She went back to the gym. Took another shower.
And drove home.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Angels....
That Ed Sheeran song.
The one about crack.
About the angel.
I sat in the parking lot of the public library... the dark, damp garage
And I cried.
I was the strange man who'd left my scent, who'd achieved a release
I was on top of her
And then I was not
And there was an envelope and a smile
I don't know what she needed
I don't think it was drugs
It didn't matter
she was always clean and had a job
But she needed something
And invited me in once a week
I guess there were probably others
I was an 11 AM on Thursday
Maybe it was just me
Maybe what was in the envelope once a week was enough
I cried
Because rather than connect with a real human... rather than dig in and open up
I paid for time
for the use of her
she was generous with her time... there wasn't a limit once I arrived
Except one time when her roommate texted to say she was leaving class early
Then I had to go
I learned from her
And she said it helped
The envelopes
And she seemed to enjoy our time
But when she messaged me once and said: "I just want to fuck you."
I thought: she needs some money.
And it became messy in my mind...
More than a transaction but less than a friend
She had a boyfriend.
A guy I'd known a few years back, but hadn't seen in some time
We talked about him once
And about how important it was for this to be quiet
A secret
A day in the week that was our time
And I wondered if they did the things we did -- she and her boyfriend
And I wondered if she liked his fucking better than mine
And I wondered what it would be like ... to be her boyfriend instead of a day on her calendar
And I cried
Because I couldn't imagine this being what she really wanted... a boyfriend and a man who met her once a week
That her need was so bad she'd provide this service no matter what else
Or was she lonely, too?
Was there more than a transaction for her after a time?
She moved.
On with her life.
Miles away.
I wished her a Merry Christmas... she wished me a Happy New Year
And that was the last we corresponded
But one day. After we were together.
I went to the library
And I heard that damn song
And I cried
The one about crack.
About the angel.
I sat in the parking lot of the public library... the dark, damp garage
And I cried.
I was the strange man who'd left my scent, who'd achieved a release
I was on top of her
And then I was not
And there was an envelope and a smile
I don't know what she needed
I don't think it was drugs
It didn't matter
she was always clean and had a job
But she needed something
And invited me in once a week
I guess there were probably others
I was an 11 AM on Thursday
Maybe it was just me
Maybe what was in the envelope once a week was enough
I cried
Because rather than connect with a real human... rather than dig in and open up
I paid for time
for the use of her
she was generous with her time... there wasn't a limit once I arrived
Except one time when her roommate texted to say she was leaving class early
Then I had to go
I learned from her
And she said it helped
The envelopes
And she seemed to enjoy our time
But when she messaged me once and said: "I just want to fuck you."
I thought: she needs some money.
And it became messy in my mind...
More than a transaction but less than a friend
She had a boyfriend.
A guy I'd known a few years back, but hadn't seen in some time
We talked about him once
And about how important it was for this to be quiet
A secret
A day in the week that was our time
And I wondered if they did the things we did -- she and her boyfriend
And I wondered if she liked his fucking better than mine
And I wondered what it would be like ... to be her boyfriend instead of a day on her calendar
And I cried
Because I couldn't imagine this being what she really wanted... a boyfriend and a man who met her once a week
That her need was so bad she'd provide this service no matter what else
Or was she lonely, too?
Was there more than a transaction for her after a time?
She moved.
On with her life.
Miles away.
I wished her a Merry Christmas... she wished me a Happy New Year
And that was the last we corresponded
But one day. After we were together.
I went to the library
And I heard that damn song
And I cried
Monday, April 20, 2015
Almost Carried Away
My heart was almost carried away.
I was almost lost in a cloud of love.
A haze of newness and desire.
I stood there. On the tile floor of a grocery store. I stood there.
And my heart stopped.
We talked. M and I.
We knew each other from a club on campus.
She was new, I'd been in it the whole time I was in college.
I was in grad school, she was a sophomore.
Her hair dark, her eyes even darker.
Her skin a delicate olive. About 5'4"
A swimmer and so incredibly fit.
I had just picked up a diamond engagement ring.
It was sitting in my car. I spent more than half of what I made in a semester from my grad assistantship on that ring.
In 6 months, I would be married.
But right then. As I saw M, I knew.
Knew that I should ask her. That I should get on my knee and propose...which was silly, because the ring was in my car and I'd have to explain that ... but it was what I knew I should do.
There was a connection I could not explain.
I would see her again. And again. And again. Even after I was married, we corresponded.
And I wondered.
What would have happened had I been carried away... Had I asked her to marry me on the floor of that grocery store. Or at the very least, asked her for coffee. Forgotten about the ring for a bit.
My heart was carried away. But not too far.
And one day, I received a message. An email. From M's mother, who was using M's email. Because.
Because M had died. In a fire in her apartment. And her mother said there were a handful of people with whom M had corresponded regularly. That she'd even talked with her family about me. And that the only way to get in touch was this email, which they hadn't accessed until after the funeral.
Had I taken her to coffee, would my life be different? Would she be alive?
Or would it have been just one more moment... my heart slightly more carried away... our lives continuing on their inevitable paths?
If I'd asked her to marry me, what would she have said?
My heart was (almost) carried away. Once.
I was almost lost in a cloud of love.
A haze of newness and desire.
I stood there. On the tile floor of a grocery store. I stood there.
And my heart stopped.
We talked. M and I.
We knew each other from a club on campus.
She was new, I'd been in it the whole time I was in college.
I was in grad school, she was a sophomore.
Her hair dark, her eyes even darker.
Her skin a delicate olive. About 5'4"
A swimmer and so incredibly fit.
I had just picked up a diamond engagement ring.
It was sitting in my car. I spent more than half of what I made in a semester from my grad assistantship on that ring.
In 6 months, I would be married.
But right then. As I saw M, I knew.
Knew that I should ask her. That I should get on my knee and propose...which was silly, because the ring was in my car and I'd have to explain that ... but it was what I knew I should do.
There was a connection I could not explain.
I would see her again. And again. And again. Even after I was married, we corresponded.
And I wondered.
What would have happened had I been carried away... Had I asked her to marry me on the floor of that grocery store. Or at the very least, asked her for coffee. Forgotten about the ring for a bit.
My heart was carried away. But not too far.
And one day, I received a message. An email. From M's mother, who was using M's email. Because.
Because M had died. In a fire in her apartment. And her mother said there were a handful of people with whom M had corresponded regularly. That she'd even talked with her family about me. And that the only way to get in touch was this email, which they hadn't accessed until after the funeral.
Had I taken her to coffee, would my life be different? Would she be alive?
Or would it have been just one more moment... my heart slightly more carried away... our lives continuing on their inevitable paths?
If I'd asked her to marry me, what would she have said?
My heart was (almost) carried away. Once.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Guest Post: Art Gallery Threesome
This fantasy was submitted by a reader:
We're at an art gallery but both of us are not feeling it and want to leave...
I spot a beautiful woman...tall brunette wearing a sexy red dress that is very form-fitting...
I walk up to her and we don't say a word but look deeply into each other's eyes...
I pull into a dark corner and kiss her mouth exactly the way I like to be kissed...slow at first, nibbling her lower lip...then tracing my tongue all the way around the inside of her open mouth...
I hold her hands behind her as I continue to kiss her...we're both using our tongues now and our mouths get warmer and wetter...
I use one of my hands to hold both of her hands while my other hand reaches under one of her ass cheeks to lift up a bit of soft round flesh...
I whisper in her ear, "Do you want me?" and she responds, "I want all of you"...I tell her that there are two of us and she smiles...
I take her hand and lead her to our limo...we all get in the back...(she's in the middle)...
Each of us have a side...we share a 3-way kiss as both of us use our fingers to explore her...
I reach inside her dress and fondle her breasts while you trace your fingers under her dress to see how excited she is...
We get to our hotel room and lead her up to the room...as soon as the door closes behind her, we remove her dress and lay her on a large table...
She's on her back and I'm kissing her upside down while using my hands to circle her breasts and tickle her belly...
You come up to her other end and immediately start licking her wet clit...your big fat tongue drives her crazy because you know exactly how to please a woman...
I reach down to touch her clit while you grab each of her hands and stick your tongue further inside her...
You stand up to put your gorgeous cock inside her pussy...using only the head to circle around the outside to tease her...
She making some very sexy noises and she gets louder when you push yourself inside her further and further...
She's really tight because she's so excited...you can't help but fuck her harder...hard enough for her to cum all over your cock...
I look up at you and you can see that I want you inside me too...so you come around behind me as I climb on top of her to lick her myself and let her lick me too...
Grabbing each other's hips firmly, we both moan is sheer delight because a woman knows best how to lick another woman...
You take me by my hips and start fucking my very wet pussy while she's licking me from underneath...
I tell you to "fuck me harder" and you fully satisfy...you feel so good inside me...
She wants to get fucked again so you come back on her side...
My fingers are now inside her and pulling her ass cheeks away from each other...
She's so juicy now that she's dripping wet...you can't help with want to fuck her in the ass so you test her by sticking one of your fingers there...
You can tell by the way she responds that she can barely wait for you to stick your hard cock inside her ready asshole...
As you stick the tip of your cock inside her, she immediately starts cumming and screaming...
You don't stop until you get your fill...pushing yourself inside her slowly and steadily...
She keeps cumming and now you're fucking her ass exactly the way you want to...
We're all so fucking turned on and you cum inside her at exactly the right moment...
All of us are in awe of what just happened and we don't even know her name yet...
Want to submit your fantasy? Email me at mrsterling2010@gmail.com
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
My Guest Post on Christina Harding
Recently, I had the privilege of writing a guest post at Christina Harding's fantastic blog on erotica.
I write erotic short fiction. I've been doing it for about 10 years now. I blog my writing and share it for anyone who wants to read it and enjoy it. I am sometimes asked how I create my stories. Where do they come from? Today, I hope to answer that question.
I'm going to take a story I wrote, Mustard on His Tie, and explain how I came to create the erotic scene.
I get story ideas from all sorts of places. Sometimes, I'll be sitting waiting for my coffee and see someone in an interesting outfit or a great pair of shoes and my mind will wander. If I can feel a complete story coming on, I'll write it down.
READ MORE
I write erotic short fiction. I've been doing it for about 10 years now. I blog my writing and share it for anyone who wants to read it and enjoy it. I am sometimes asked how I create my stories. Where do they come from? Today, I hope to answer that question.
I'm going to take a story I wrote, Mustard on His Tie, and explain how I came to create the erotic scene.
I get story ideas from all sorts of places. Sometimes, I'll be sitting waiting for my coffee and see someone in an interesting outfit or a great pair of shoes and my mind will wander. If I can feel a complete story coming on, I'll write it down.
READ MORE
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Reader Submission: The Professor
I had been a professor for many years but I never thought that I would want to sleep with one of my students. This young lady was the picture of a lady that could leave you speechless just from her look. I never thought a girl with long lush red locks would make me as aroused as she made me every time I saw her.
She had asked last class to set up a meeting with me during my office hours. Today was that day, she should be at my door any minute now. Just the thought of getting to see her and her being in my office started making me aroused. I could tell that I was already starting to get a bulge in my khaki pants, I hoped she wouldn’t notice what she did to me.
All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door, it was her and my excitement just went through the roof. I told her to come on in. She walked through the door in this beautiful dress that showed off her amazing boobs (small but in that dress they were the biggest you had ever seen), her legs went on for miles and those pumps didn’t help but make them look longer. She shut the door behind her and locked it. She looked at me and could tell I was confused and puzzled as to why she shut the door. She said she didn’t want any one coming in and interrupting. I could understand that but what happened next I will never forget.
She walked over to my desk and said “Professor since I have been in your class I have started to notice something.” I was praying that she hadn’t noticed what she did to me every time I saw her. That's when she walked around my desk and whispered in my ear “Professor you really shouldn’t leave your hard cock hidden under those khaki pants.” While whispering in my ear she reached down and starting undoing my belt and pants.
I never thought in my wildest dreams that this would be happening right now. I wanted to stop it but every part of me wanted this so badly. As she started pulling my pants and boxer briefs down she was saying how she noticed that I would always make eye contact with her the most in class and that when ever we had a meeting that my pants would get a bulge in them and she said she couldn’t take it any more, there was something she wanted and she wasn’t going to stop till she had it. I figured she just wanted an A so I had this puzzled look so she said she wanted my big hard cock that she knew wanted her too!
My hard cock came out of my boxer briefs standing straight up at the thought of her wanting me deep inside her. She pulled her dress up to show a sexy lace thong as she got up to straddle me. I was grabbing her boobs over her dress while she teased the top of my tip with her wet clit. I wanted nothing more than for her to just take me all in her I tried thrusting myself into her but she would pull away teasing me till she knew I was ready. I unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. She stood up to let the dress and bra fall off of her sexy skinny athletic body that I just wanted under me.
All she had on was her lace thong as she stood in front of me. She was grabbing her boobs waiting for me to finish taking my clothes off. I kissed her so hard and she could feel my warm throbbing cock on her stomach. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her nice firm ass. Thats when I could feel her warmth, I ran my finger over her soaking wet clit and stuck just one finger in her to her a moan come out of her gorgeous cute mouth. I could tell she wanted it so badly cause she couldn’t take her hands off my throbbing hard cock. I picked her up and started teasing her wet clit with my tip.
Luckily I had a couch in my office so I laid her down and took one of her boobs in my mouth teasing her hard nipple while having my tip on her soaked clit. I started slowly going in letting her feel me inch for inch. I got all the way in and heard her let out such a load moan. I covered her mouth with my hand so no one would hear her as I started going in and out faster and faster. I didn’t only pick up the pace but I went harder and harder. My hand over her mouth as she kept letting out moan after moan her getting louder with every thrust. My other hand was grabbing and squeezing her boob with the other in my mouth.
I could tell she was reaching the climax when her back started arching and her pussy getting so tight around my hard throbbing soaked cock. I just went faster and harder trying to get her to cum all over me. Thats when I heard breathing heavily and her moaning none stop and I felt her warm cum all over my hard cock. I was so close I could feel it. She started thrusting into me as I thrusted into her. She whispered cum for me professor give it to me. I heard that and couldn’t hold back but thrust my cum into her wet pussy. I let it all out filling her with me. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her she then whispered in my ear “Professor, I would like to set up a meeting with you tomorrow and for every day after that.”
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She had asked last class to set up a meeting with me during my office hours. Today was that day, she should be at my door any minute now. Just the thought of getting to see her and her being in my office started making me aroused. I could tell that I was already starting to get a bulge in my khaki pants, I hoped she wouldn’t notice what she did to me.
All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door, it was her and my excitement just went through the roof. I told her to come on in. She walked through the door in this beautiful dress that showed off her amazing boobs (small but in that dress they were the biggest you had ever seen), her legs went on for miles and those pumps didn’t help but make them look longer. She shut the door behind her and locked it. She looked at me and could tell I was confused and puzzled as to why she shut the door. She said she didn’t want any one coming in and interrupting. I could understand that but what happened next I will never forget.
She walked over to my desk and said “Professor since I have been in your class I have started to notice something.” I was praying that she hadn’t noticed what she did to me every time I saw her. That's when she walked around my desk and whispered in my ear “Professor you really shouldn’t leave your hard cock hidden under those khaki pants.” While whispering in my ear she reached down and starting undoing my belt and pants.
I never thought in my wildest dreams that this would be happening right now. I wanted to stop it but every part of me wanted this so badly. As she started pulling my pants and boxer briefs down she was saying how she noticed that I would always make eye contact with her the most in class and that when ever we had a meeting that my pants would get a bulge in them and she said she couldn’t take it any more, there was something she wanted and she wasn’t going to stop till she had it. I figured she just wanted an A so I had this puzzled look so she said she wanted my big hard cock that she knew wanted her too!
My hard cock came out of my boxer briefs standing straight up at the thought of her wanting me deep inside her. She pulled her dress up to show a sexy lace thong as she got up to straddle me. I was grabbing her boobs over her dress while she teased the top of my tip with her wet clit. I wanted nothing more than for her to just take me all in her I tried thrusting myself into her but she would pull away teasing me till she knew I was ready. I unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. She stood up to let the dress and bra fall off of her sexy skinny athletic body that I just wanted under me.
All she had on was her lace thong as she stood in front of me. She was grabbing her boobs waiting for me to finish taking my clothes off. I kissed her so hard and she could feel my warm throbbing cock on her stomach. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her nice firm ass. Thats when I could feel her warmth, I ran my finger over her soaking wet clit and stuck just one finger in her to her a moan come out of her gorgeous cute mouth. I could tell she wanted it so badly cause she couldn’t take her hands off my throbbing hard cock. I picked her up and started teasing her wet clit with my tip.
Luckily I had a couch in my office so I laid her down and took one of her boobs in my mouth teasing her hard nipple while having my tip on her soaked clit. I started slowly going in letting her feel me inch for inch. I got all the way in and heard her let out such a load moan. I covered her mouth with my hand so no one would hear her as I started going in and out faster and faster. I didn’t only pick up the pace but I went harder and harder. My hand over her mouth as she kept letting out moan after moan her getting louder with every thrust. My other hand was grabbing and squeezing her boob with the other in my mouth.
I could tell she was reaching the climax when her back started arching and her pussy getting so tight around my hard throbbing soaked cock. I just went faster and harder trying to get her to cum all over me. Thats when I heard breathing heavily and her moaning none stop and I felt her warm cum all over my hard cock. I was so close I could feel it. She started thrusting into me as I thrusted into her. She whispered cum for me professor give it to me. I heard that and couldn’t hold back but thrust my cum into her wet pussy. I let it all out filling her with me. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her she then whispered in my ear “Professor, I would like to set up a meeting with you tomorrow and for every day after that.”
Have a story you want to submit? Send your ideas my way at mrsterling2010@gmail.com
Don't forget to follow me @ASmithTweets
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