Longings and Loathings - Chapter 11

Apetece-me despir-te cada peça de roupa num deslizar suave como uma pena a acariciar a tua pele... Deixar-te quase como vieste ao mundo, sem medos, vergonhas, sem hesitação ou timidez.

Vejo como estremeces levemente e imediatamente aquele sorriso com requintes de malvadez que tão bem conheces apodera-se de mim enquanto te encaminho para a poltrona. Observas  impávido e sereno, reagindo apenas quando me debruço sobre ti apoiada nos braços da poltrona e te roubo um beijo com tantas palavras e desejos por expressar. 

É nesse momento que te sinto puxar-me mais para ti e as tuas mãos a repousar no fundo das minhas costas de inicio e depois a viajar suavemente para as minhas nádegas.

Deixo-me permanecer deste modo por uns momentos, ondulando o meu corpo contra o teu enquanto os beijos ficam mais profundos, mais intensos, os olhos mais brilhantes, as respirações mais aceleradas e a luxúria começa a apoderar-se de nós.

Afasto-me lentamente nunca perdendo os teus olhos dos meus e o sorriso maroto vem aos meus lábios novamente.  Sento-me na pequena mesa mesmo em frente a ti e deixo que uma melodia encha a sala, fecho os olhos e mexo-me lentamente ao ritmo de cada batida. Ouve-se Tito &Tarantula e a sua “After Dark” envolve-me, conduz o meu corpo enquanto me movimento  para ti, levantando o delicado vestido sobre a minha cabeça até sobrar apenas a lingerie preta rendada, as meias e os sapatos de verniz preto brilhante.

 

Componho a liga como que em câmara lenta, passo as mãos pelo comprimento da minha perna antes de me erguer e continuar com o lento balançar encantado pela guitarra que soa no fundo. Não te olho, mas sinto o teu olhar queimar na minha pele, a seguir os movimentos das minhas mãos que percorrem o meu corpo enrubescido, a seguir o movimento da minha anca enquanto rodo sobre mim mesma até ficar de costas para ti. 

Sinto-te perto, sei que não demoras a vir colocar os teus braços e mãos no corpo que grita por ti, puxas-me contra ti e empino o rabo contra o teu sexo que sinto já orgulhoso assente contra o meu rabo. Sinto-te beijar o meu pescoço, provocas-me com a ponta da tua língua e mordes como sabes que gosto e o gemido que solto pede por mais. Não paras mas passas para o lóbulo do meu ouvido e o meu corpo arqueia-se contra o teu enquanto te sinto brincar com o elástico da pequena tanga até rebentá-lo desnudando o meu sexo e a doce tortura na minha orelha a deixar-me ofegante. Sabes exactamente que botões pressionar em mim. 

Afasto-me de ti, pego na tua mão e começo a conduzir-te para o quarto. Olho-te por cima do ombro, sorrio para ti e mordo o lábio quando vejo nos teus olhos que me desejas tanto como te desejo. 

“Quero-te...” 

Não são necessárias mais palavras.

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 9

His eyes fell on the door once again as the hour approached. It was not his first time that he indulged in the special practice but something about that time had him on edge.
He had heard about her reputation and skills, waiting for a woman like her made the confidence in himself shake, even if just a little.

He had been with several other partners, some young, some older, unexperienced and knowing and they all seemed to have left his bed fully pleased and awed with his shaft.
His appetites grew wilder as the time passed, he was growing bored of women who just wanted him to go down on them and to finish him off with the customary missionary position, not even the reverse one.

He was certain he could find one that fit most of his intimate desires, he just didn't care to go look for her. He also didn't want just one fulfilled night to then go out again and find a new girl the next day. That was his easy way of having a good time, without strings attached but dedicated enough to what he wanted.

A knock in the door broke him free of his thoughts. He stood up and walked to open it feeling a bit nervous and excited all over again. The moment before letting the woman in was always a thrill for him. Would she be blond, red or brunette? Would she be tall and model type or a gorgeous curvy temptress? He loved the mystery and the surprise of what would be on the other side of the door.

He opened the door and a deliciously rubenesque girl with pale blue eyes and chocolate brown hair looked at him straight in the eye.

"Good evening James."
"Please come in."
"Alison." She supplied.
"Cute name. Please make yourself comfortable Alison. I'll jump in the shower really quick and I'll be right back with you."

She entered the room and laid her bag on a small conformer nearby while he headed for his quick shower. As eager as he was, it was almost painful to walk away without a first taste of her lips but hygiene was imperative for him. He silently begged for her to join him, it would not be the first time he dismissed a girl for not doing so.

He laid his clothes neatly folded over the the toillet seat and stepped into the shower, turning the water on.
He had just applied the shower cream over his body when he heard the door opening and closing. He turned and there she was in all her naked glory.

"Would you mind if I join you?"

He slid the glass door open as a response and watched her luscious body move towards him. She slid her fingers over his chest and smiled.

"I love a clean shaved body, it shows that men care to please and on some it looks so much better."

He gave her another long look and smiled teasingly at her, allowing himself to touch her body for the first time, to touch her also fully shaved body.

"I agree, as much as I love that you share my habit."

He caressed her lower stomach and then shamelessly proceeded to explore her folds gently. She smiled at him for his boldness and comfortable stance, starting to return his attentions on her body by using her hands to tease his already half hard manhood, leaning forward to capture his nipples with her lips while her tongue teased them until they were erect. He wanted her and so he decided to take her right there for round one. 

He turned her and pushed her against the wall, making room for himself by parting her legs with his knee. She pushed her round ass out to rub against his manhood pushing his arousal just a bit further, making him hesitate no further and press forward to penetrate her from behind. It wasn't sensous, it was pure and raw desire, just a fast and hard fuck to take the edge off before more exquisite activities could take place.

Her ragged breaths gave away how close she way to completion but he wasn't willing to let her give in just yet. He slowly redrew himself from inside of her making her whimper. 

"Oh baby girl, not just yet..." 

She composed her flushed body and gave him a snarky smile, the confident look in her eyes and the self-assurance was overwhelming for him and when she pronounced the next words in a smooth sultry tone of voice something in him was lit on fire.

"We'll see about that..."

*

The hours passed by so quickly, he felt exhausted and even though there was nothing he could do to make her stay, he wanted to cuddle her, spoon with her and have a well satisfied sleep. But he couldn't have that. That's why he resorted to this solution over and over again in the first place, no attachment, just lust and satisfaction. 

In a drowsy voice he called her to sit beside his naked body.

"Thank you, Alison. I hope we can meet again."

"Honey, I am afraid that will not be possible."

"Why not?" he retorted.

"Because this... all of this that you create here... It's not what I want. You want sex and that I can give you, but you can't speak the way you do and expect a girl to keep it all just as sex. So goodbye honey and do yourself a favor, stop running as soon as possible. 'Cause when you do, it may be too late, just like it was for me."

She smiled, picked up the envelope in the table and left the room, leaving him with an awed expression. 

"What the hell does that even mean..." 

He knew. 

He couldn't accept it yet, but he knew.

"Damn women..."

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 8

Martha entered the dark room enveloped in her velvet dark cape, her mask was nicely secured over her eyes and she was feeling confident no one would ever recognize her or that anyone she knew would ever be in such a place. She felt her insides agitate a little to her last thought.

Honestly?
Who would ever in their perfect sense imagine good old Martha in there too? Appearances are so delusive.


She steadily walked to the cabinet where the numbers were placed and looked for the room key where her partner for the evening would be. The organization guaranteed a perfect match to each of the participants and she admitted to herself to be more than a little curious.


They also provided all the accessories required in closed boxes to assure the participants of the hygiene and clean policy they had. They also made sure that once you signed in before your membership was approved that you would deliver relevant blood work every six months.

She held her key between her fingers and followed the indications of the staff to where she would find the room. She recalled how she had decided to adventure herself into a secret club and how much she found that there was a meaner person inside of her, no just plain-jane Martha like everyone assumed when they looked at her.

She reached the door and entered the room. She was still alone and relief cursed through her body, she still had time to get to know the space and the imagine the possibilities before having a pair of eyes on her expecting her to know everything and control everything out of the blue. 

Experimentation is always required before one can reach perfection, she thought.

She entered the bathroom and removed her cape, leaving her in a leather body and high boots. The black lace mask remained on her face as well as her lace fingerless gloves. After a few moments she heard the door open and close, she took a deep breath and went to meet her slave for the night.

At the sound of her heels he snapped into position and knelt into a beautiful Nadu in front of her. His back perfectly straight with his stomach in, his palms were resting on top of his knees facing up, revealing that he was waiting. His eyes didn't leave the ground and she knew right there that he was a very well trained specimen. 

"Boy, you are going to obey my every wish. I do not wish to know your limits, you will have to rely on my better judgement. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

She moved around the room and pickup up a flogger. She moved intently to him and kissed his skin with her new found toy.

"Address me as Ma'am, I have not taken you as mine to have you address me as mistress. You are not worthy of being under my care."

"Yes Miss."

She took a moment to assess her character and moved to face the boy toy kneeling on the floor. She placed her fingers under his chin and raised his face towards her so she could get a good long look of what she had for the evening. She tried to recall the signals advised and gestured for him to move to the four pole bed and sit.

She went behind him trying to keep her composure and neatly tied his hands behind his back. After making sure the rope was secure, she guided him to lay back.

"Do you think you impress me with your Nadu and your silence? You are just another worthless wanker that wanders about." 

To this the pretty boy reacted by trying to move from the bed and leave, she moved to take hold of his sack and tightened her grip on it while ordering him.

"Down!" His body stiffened to her command and lowering his eyes again he laid back on the bed. She restrained his feet on the bed poles and moved to get some clamps. "You are going anywhere. Now shall we see how you react to pain?" She saw him attempting to control himself, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Poor you... scared now?" She held up a leather string so that he could see and began to tie his balls shortly after. She tied them tight, placing each testi apart. He was in pain, she could tell and the fact that he seemed to calm only roused her more to test his boundaries. She placed each clamp on the length of his member, stretching the skin on both sides. Once she was satisfied with the visual effect, she climbed on the bed and sat on his face. "Eat me boy."

He used his tongue with skill and technique. It was clear to her that he was used to these scenarios and that he had been very well trained. After a few moments her mind stopped rambling and all she felt was his lips and tongue building up to her orgasm.

After she was fully satisfied, she climbed down and kissed his lips feeling her own taste on his skin. She removed the clamps from the now fully hard member and released his hands. She sat down on nearby chair and ordered him to tease himself and climax. From there she watched as he enjoyed the feel of her eyes on him, the feel of his hand stroking the twitching member.

Before he was finished recovering from the spams of his body, she put on her cape and left the room leaving him wide eyed watching her leave without a word. As the door closed behind her, she heard is shaky voice.

"Thank you Miss."

On her way home she reflected on the night. Sure she had her pleasure but she did not have fun as she expected. He was a fine man, sexy and good looking but he was too tame for her. He did not struggle as she wanted, she did not have the chance to show him her superiority as he did not put up a fight. 

She looked at the club's card one more time and tossed it into the fireplace where the flames devilishly were eating away the wood. It was not what she expected. She took a hot bath and was preparing to sleep as the phone ringed.

"Hello?"

"Ms Travis, this is Ryan from the office. I wonder if I could stop by and give you the prints you requested earlier."

"I'm sure it can wait for tomorrow Ryan."

"But you told me to get them ready as soon as possible. I haven't even gone home yet to have them ready."

"Be careful with that tone, boy..." 

"I will be there to deliver your stupid prints in 10 minutes." Then he hang up.

"That brat!" She tried to calm down from his insolence, considering to just fire him for the behavior.

She looked at the burning flames for a moment in silence and an idea dawned on her. A wicked smile crept to her lips as the door bell rang.

"Martha, Martha... You wanted a rebel, I guess I get to have my wish for the evening after all..." She said to herself as she moved like a feline to the door, already imagining the feel of leather rubbing against her as she rode him.

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 7

The last words

I am tired...

The days go by and I barely notice them...
The hours seem long but in a heartbeat it is a whole new week, a whole new month, a whole new year...

The silence of my solitude drove me insane and ultimately numb...
I could kick a stone as hard as I could and I wouldn't feel a thing...

I could trace the path of my veins with the edge of a dagger and only see the red that would escape.
The source of life only as a reminder of color...

I move to my balcony and look outside at the people walking in the streets...
Little ants, always running in search of something. Family, work, money, sex, success...

I imagine myself laying in the floor on one of those streets near death and I see all those faces and feelings I am no longer able to express or feel. Disgust, pity, horror, judgement, sadness...

Maybe today I could jump...
Who would miss me anyway?
Yes, maybe one last act of impulsivity to be able to feel...
Feel through the eyes of the little ants, how wonderful that would be...

                                                   *

"Vehicle 49, we have a jumper on 3rd Street"

The radio squeaks and the words came out automatically, not the first I had to communicate it.

The city is brutal and without mercy. 

People give up every day and I am but a spectator to all the gore.

Everything is unchangeable, immutable and hopeless. How I wish I was numb to the violence, numb to the world around me.