erotica

Torture. He was torturing her. And she didn't want it to ever stop.

If you understand this_ he said, __ could give the word and have you beheaded right now_ his voice was soft as velvet and incredibly sexy in a macabre way. I shivered. He nibbled on the edge of my ear and whispered, __ut I won__ do that.

They can lick you, darling. They can stroke you and suck you and pet you, but they can't have you. The only question now is how many times I'm gonna watch you come before I get my cock in you.

Fuck_ that was_ __ood?_ I grinned, licking my lips, looking up at him. __hit yeah!_ Jay wailed.

I__e wanted to do that since you saved me._ -Lockland

Love is possession, a sort of vanity.

You know, sloth is a sin," he says softly. "I prefer to think of it as an adorable animal.

You gently lift my chin with one finger and stare deep into my eyes. Automatically I drop my gaze to avoid eye contact with you, but not before I see the debauchery loaded in your expression.__hose slut are you?_ you ask, __nd you have permission to look at me whilst you reply.__ glance up at you quickly and take a moment to absorb your beautiful face before you deprive me of it again.__ am your slut, Master _ only yours.__our eyes burn into mine and you too pause to relish your utter possession of me.

I imagine you taste like honey,_ Tyler murmured. __nd when I slide my tongue between your legs, I__l lose myself in the sweetness of you. I want to watch your face as the orgasm builds inside you. I want to feel you tremble beneath me. And when you finally explode, I want to hold you in my arms and let my kisses pull you back together.

There are a lot of ways to pleasure a woman,_ he said, and his tone suggested we hadn__ even begun. __ard and raw, soft and sentimental. How can I know what she wants until I see how she reacts?

With each impact you tell me that my body belongs to you; that I amyours to use, yours to punish and yours to screw. Your words are almost aspowerful as your hand. They leave me feeling breathless and desperate foryour cock. You are working me into the usual frenzy of slutty desire thatwe have both come to love. If I was permitted I would tell you how much Ilove you right now and how much I need this. But it__ not my words whichare important at the moment. Instead I demonstrate my devotion to you inmy complete submission to your desire.

Well," I said clearing my throat at the uncomfortable stare-down competition between the two of us. "I've got to be heading out. See ya tomorrow, Judge.""Not so fast," he bit out, grasping a firm hold on my wrist. I gasped at the contact, because this time it felt more intimate, almost inviting. "I'm not done with you yet, Miss Davis.

I love you, Avery. Always. You completed my life. You made me whole, gave me hope, made me a better man. For me, you were everything right in my life." - Kane Dalton

She had no idea how long they kissed__nd kissed__ut she didn__ think about stopping until she ran out of air. Breathing hard, she slowly opened her eyes and stared directly into his.They__ heated. Darkened. And something else. He wasn__ looking so relaxed now. In fact, he was looking the opposite of relaxed. He looked_feral.And she was his prey.

We're all captives, in one way or another . . .

Vanity is by far my favorite of all sins, and the camera lens is the ultimate vanity mirror. The camera captures all moods and nuances; immortalizes the soft and silky continuum that is humanity. Those still life moments seem so fluid, so representative of continuity. They are a single moment captured, yet an eternity expressed. All your youth; all your ages, captured and expressed in a single click. Of all the indulgences, vanity is certainly my favorite which we should otherwise resist, but are inexplicably captivated by and addicted. What other animal would spend so much time pouting and preening for its reflection? Only humanity would participate in such self-adoration. You would think we have the most colorful feathers or softest of manes. Rather, we are a naked biped that feels incomplete without some decorative element, accessory, or embellishment of the self. We are intoxicated by the image of the body, no different than we are seduced by fine wines, foods, or mind altering elements. We devour the skin, and peel away clothes as if they were the skin of some tropical fruit, covering a colorful and juicy interior. We hunt for bodily pleasures, and collect them as prizes; show them off in social situations as if our companions were some sort of extended adornment to ourselves. We are revealed in our sensuality. To touch beneath the surface; to connect beyond facades, that unattainable discourse between individuals is put tentatively within reach in intimacy. To capture those moments is to capture the essence of what makes us human, and what ultimately sets us above and aside from the rest of nature. Capturing humanity in its most extravagant expressions is intoxicating. Vanity is by far my favorite sin, and it is an endless tale as infinite as humanity. Every person is but a stitch in a giant tapestry.

Jeffrey woke up, tied to the high-backed chair in his bedroom, nude. He could hear his wife giggling in the hallway, the hardwood floors creaking with her footsteps with what must have been someone else too. He was gagged, a tight cloth wrapped around his mouth, hurting his jaw when he tried to call for help. He looked down at his body, seeing that he was tied with an intricate rope pattern - a pentagram - on his chest, the hemp fibers tight. He could breathe fine, and he recognized his wife__ rigging skills instantly. They__ practiced Kinbaku, a rope bondage before, on multiple occasions, but this rigging was different. It seemed to be tighter than normal, and he knew that something new was being introduced tonight.

Put your hands up against the wall as well,_ you snarl and your voice isso close now _ I can feel your hot breath against my neck. The proximitymakes me feel even hornier.I comply immediately, feeling instantly more vulnerable this way andloving the increased jeopardy. I know you want me as much as I want you,but to prove the point, you push your frame up against me. Your body ishard and I feel your cock straining against my ass through your trousers.Automatically I arch my hips and grind myself against you. It__ a gamble Iam likely to be punished for, but the sensation is so good I am willing totake the risk.