Bonds of love

I take it in, every inch of your skin, I inhale your scent, feel the heat your body emits, hear your low moans.

As I run the ice cube over your chest, circling and teasing your nipples, you shiver. As I spend warm relief with my tongue, licking the cold water off, suckling on your pert buds, you exhale audibly. I continue teasing you, leading the cold downwards to your navel. You struggle, trying to sit up, trying to see and control what I’ll do to you. I smile against your skin, I know how much you disapprove of your loss of control and yet your body cannot hide the arousal this helpless situation causes.

I don’t want this to end, I want you at my mercy forever, like this, like now. You look at me half surprised, half disappointed as a run my lips upwards again, ending on yours. I look into your eyes while gently kissing you, my tongue playing with yours, teasing only, barely touching. Your soft moans mix with mine, I increase the pressure, devour your lips. I enwind my fingers with yours, sliding into the clenched fists above your head, opening them. I press my body into yours, as much of my skin as possible on yours. Your upper body tense from your struggling against the silk making you my prisoner, your refusal to completely surrender excites me even more - my beautiful strong lover.

Kissing you passionately, I lower my hips for my hot womanly core to meet your hard manhood, making you enter me just a little, just enough to tease you and myself. I hear you whisper oh god hoarsely as I make you slide in and out of me, just a little, not taking you in fully. I love watching your expression changing from pleasure, eyes closed, enjoying every second of it to frustration and anger over my total control over you. You try to sit up, try to kiss me, beg me to free you. I smile and gently run a finger over your lips, silencing you as you suck on it. You gasp as I take another ice cube between my lips and run them down your body again, placing cold-hot kisses all over you. A loud groan escapes as I take your cock into my mouth, cold ice and hot lips at once around it. My tongue circling the tip, leading the ice cube around your hot shaft, you lift your hips to meet me. I know you would love to grab my hair like you usually do when I pleasure you like this. This time my hair is spread all over your crotch while I take you in my mouth deeply, my lips tight around your cock, melted water running down over your balls, wetting the sheets beneath.

I taste you’re close, sucking the first drops off, your body tense, your moans louder. I push your hips down with my hand, interrupting your movements. You beg me to let you come, wriggling under my hand. I keep pushing you down yet suck your dick harder and faster. You scream out loud as you come in my mouth. Your body shaking, you look down on me licking the last drop off and smiling at you. As you sink back into the pillow I free you from your silken bonds and rest on your chest while your breathing gets slower.
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From fantasy to reality

It has been a fantasy, nothing but a fantasy for so long. I have always been able to separate my real life from my fantasies – at least so far.

Now I’m standing here in your suite, nervously looking out of the window, avoiding your hungry stare. I’m ready for you to take me, I’ve been ready for many years. When you whispered your suite number into my ear while hugging me, your breath tickling my skin, I could have sunk into your arms right there and then.
Yet, I had to control my body for more than an hour, control the shivering down my spine at the thought of your hands on me, control the wetness between my legs, control my heart beating fast with excitement.

Here we are now, the room is huge and yet I feel like trapped in a sweet cocoon. You’ve taken off your hat and jacket, I hungrily look at your partly exposed upper chest, exposed just a little by 3 open buttons, the undone bowtie loosely hanging around your neck. You walk towards me, slowly, like a cat approaching its prey, teasing, observing, moving with slow determination. I glance at he bulge in your pants and smile at your obvious anticipation.

Then quickly you grab my wrists and pull me towards you. Letting go of my wrists, your hands in my hair pulling my head back, forcing me to look at you, body against body, I have seconds left to sink into your clear blue eyes before your lips devour mine. My hands rip your shirt open, I need to feel your skin on mine, I need to feel you inside of me. My dress is gone, I have no idea how you did it and I don’t care.

It’s only when I feel the cold hard wall in my back that I realise you were pushing me back while kissing me madly, bruising my lips, taking my breath away. I can hear a loud moan as you rip my panties off my body and realise it’s me. I don’t want to wait, I don’t need tenderness or foreplay, I want you inside of me now. My hands free you from your last piece of clothing. I wrap one leg around your waist, my nails dug into your back.

You suddenly pull back and I can see you smile at my obvious disapointment. Gently stroking my face, you whisper to calm down, slow down, we have all night you say. I shake my head and rub my lower body against yours, urging you to quit trying to impress me. I don’t need the games, I say, I want you now! You chuckle, lean in to kiss my forehead tenderly. I gasp and scream in surprise as you suddenly lift me up and enter me in one long thrust. You burry your face in my neck as I throw my head back. I hear you groan as my nails dig into your back.

One of your strong arms holding me in place, you move your other hand down between my legs. You start circling my little bud of pleasure with expert fingers while taking me with slow thrusts. You lift your head and your lips meet mine. Your tongue circles mine, plays with it, teases, suckles. I moan and shiver, your tongue, hand and cock setting my whole body on fire, the heat between my legs building up.

Your thrusts get faster as you feel my climax building up, your fingertip now gently rubbing my bud. I can’t help but scream with pleasure as waves of extasy approach. Your ragged breath on my neck getting faster shows me you’re close, your fingers dig deep into my flesh where you’re holding me up.

As I come with your last strong thrusts I drown in pure pleasure, my whole body trembling. Your low male groan joins my panting, the muscles of your ass contracting as you push your dick into me hard one last time before filling my channel with your juice.
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What makes you write what you write?

I have been asked that question among others and have been wondering about it.

Especially when it comes to erotica, the question is often whether you write about situations you actually have been in or whether it's purely fictional.

Even if that may kill the mystery, I need to state that my erotic short stories are all purely fictional. There is a difference between who you are in real life, what you do in real life and your fantasies. Only few (lucky and brave) people have the courage and opportunity to live their fantasies without getting harmed.

Even if at times I wish my fantasies would come true some day, I'm probably safer if they don't. This mainly because dreams and fantasies are often much better in your head - or on paper for that matter - than in real life. Writing can be a form of escapism, a way to live the life you want to without the negative effects. Nobody gets hurt, nobody gets blamed, nobody needs to feel embarrassed. The moment you lay down your pen (or quit typing) all possible social consequences of considered deviant behaviour fade to words only. Whether it changes you inside is a different matter. Maybe, after some time, concentrating on a specific subject may lead you to see it differently in real life. Still, it will never be the same as on paper since the consequences on paper are made by you and you only; in real life some consequences are unexpected and out of your own control.
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Extract

Her sipping at her Cosmopolitan, they sat in the booth watching the guests slowly going to bed. He glanced at her long legs showing under the short skirt. Her chest moving up and down with every breath, he couldn’t help but wonder what her ample but real breasts would feel like under his touch.

She turned towards him and smiled. “What are you more interested in, my legs or my breasts?” He gasped and gave her a surprised look. Sarah couldn’t help but chuckle. “Come on, I can literally feel your eyes on me! So tell me, what excites you more?”

He came back to his senses and grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Since you ask, I usually have it all!” She turned her upper body towards him a little and slipped her right arm on the edge of the seat, behind his back. “If you can only have legs or boobs, which one would you pick?” He laughed. He leaned in a little and without trying to hide it checked out her legs then up towards her boobs. He showed no shame to stare at them for some time before lookin into her eyes again. She noticed that he was already hard. “I’m afraid I need to look into this in more detail before making my choice!” he said with a cheeky grin. She laughed.

The noises from the room seemed miles away as she moved a bit closer towards him, slightly spreading her legs. “What about what’s between the legs?” He looked at her so intensely she felt like his blue eyes could burn a whole into hers. He leaned in even more and she could feel his breath on her neck as he whispered: “I want it all!” She slowly lifted her leg and put it over his thigh, her hand gently stroking his back, up towards his neck. “And I suppose you want it now!” His lips were just an inch away from her skin, his hot breath tickling her, his hand on her thigh. Slowly carressing her skin, he didn’t even bother going downwards but slid his hand under her short skirt right towards her female core. “Yes, now!” she more felt than heard him say, his voice was so low, his lips so close to her skin she felt the vibrations caused by his voice on it.
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Poem

A glance, a nod, a sigh, a smile
A touch, a spark, a precious while

The warmth of your body, your breath on my skin
Fleshly desire, passion and sin

Feeling, sensing, smelling, tasting
No seeing, thinking, reason or having

Two souls and bodies in perfect embrace
With heat building up increasing the pace

Bound and helpless, surrending to pleasure
Your hot love invading my treasure

Shivering, squirming, screaming for release
Your pace and strengh increase

Tension, heat and angels singing
Body asking, wanting, tingling

Shear exctasy washing over me
No then or there, just you and me
The purest sensation there could be
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Extract Chapter 1

A rush in the trees made her look up. Walking through the park at night was not a good idea, so she had been told. These woods had been known as hunted by dark creatures for centuries and even today, in the 21 century, people still believed evil would crawl out at night and eat the living.
Miranda smiled. She had always been far more scared of humans than such creatures. If they existed, they could by no means be more evil and destructive than the human race. Sometimes, she even wished for one of them finding her and making her theirs. Leaving the human world and joining the fairies, elves, demons and vampires had always seemed apealing.

So she deliberately seeked the dark, alleys at night, the woods, lonely cursed places, mystic countries ruled by tales of the unknown. As she continued walking the narrow path between the trees, listening to their leaves, she breathed in the clear scent of night. Night, when things were at their most real. Night, when things were not altered and distorted by the blinding light of the sun.

A squirrel rushed by and climbed up the tree in front of her. It was only when she heard his voice that Miranda turned around. At first she thought she had been wrong. Nobody there, still nothing but the wind in the trees. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and remembered the state of mind she needed to be in to see them. The state of mind she had spend most of her childhood in, talking to creatures that, according to her parents, didn’t exist. Blocking out all things human, all things fake, she opened her eyes again and there he was.

His eyes in hers, piercing, questioning, strong and yet serene. For what seemed like an eternity, Miranda stood there, his eyes on her. His tall figure towered over her as he stepped closer. He smelled like a fresh summer rain, clean, of freshly cut grass with a hint of musk. It was a pure male scent and she felt her body react to it. His skin was unnaturally pale, underlining his piercing blue eyes. His dark hair fell over his shoulder in soft waves. She thought about the many times she had been secretly wishing for an encounter like this one and yet, the mix of fear and excitement made her shiver.