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Instinctual

Posted in Erotica, Lickable with tags , on June 15, 2009 by naughtysecretary

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She watches his muscles ripple and twitch every time her cane connects with his bare skin. The smack against hard flesh sends waves of pleasure through her own body, yet she knows not why; she feels only what drives her deep within a molten core. With every thud she becomes wetter, closer to freedom, the biting angst of her ruthless friend raking over welted skin again and again…

She relies on instinct, and instinct alone.

Apparition

Posted in Erotica with tags on December 9, 2008 by naughtysecretary

I’m haunted, I’ll admit it. The mere hint of you turns my world upside down. My existence is peppered with the translucent imagery of you, naked in the half light, your body glowing with desire and need, your ever-slight showing defined by the ache within and the havoc you constantly wreak in my mind. I’m left alone and burning and in want, seeking something that was actually never there to begin with.

My apparition, my phantom lover, my own phenomenon. The moment I reach out, whisper thin smoke curls from my fingertips. I’m left with your words heavy in the air, your desires firmly embedded within my own lithe frame. I cant help but laugh when I realize that your silence is one of the heaviest sounds I know.

I see you fully, and when I do, you’re gone.

Power Shift

Posted in Erotica with tags on October 31, 2008 by naughtysecretary

The doctor picks up my empty glass and offers me his well manicured hand.

“Let’s get a drink, shall we?”

I stand, ignoring his hand, and walk into the kitchen behind him. He fixes our beverages, the clink of ice hitting glass sharply punctuating the air. We make idle chat as he busies himself with the cocktails. He hands me mine, I thank him and take a sip.

He crosses the room and stands close to me. I can feel the heat of his body next to mine.

“So, this boyfriend of yours. Is he good looking?” I’m taken aback at his question, and to throw me off guard further, he takes a step closer while wearing a smile that I’m sure works with most women.

“Why do you ask?” I falter a little, and this seems to please him.

“I think you know why I’m asking.” He’s enjoying every second of me being slightly put off, relishing in the power shift. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” The wicked grin remains.

“No, you’re not.” I can hear the defiance starting to burn in my voice, and I’m sure my face is echoing the same sentiment.

“Oh, I think I am. I’m sorry, you seem a little flustered. It’s actually quite adorable…” He steps back and triumphantly takes a sip of his drink. This only fuels me on.

“My boyfriend? Yes, he’s good looking. He also has a rather large cock.” I smile over my glass.

“Oh, well I don’t have a large cock. Mine’s small.” His smile remains, and I can see a flicker of defiance in his own face.

“Next you’ll be telling me you’re great at cunnilingus as compensation,” I retort. I love to verbally joust. It’s my way of testing people to see if they’re worth my time.

“Oh, no, I’m terrible at it,” he exclaims, and I laugh. I am impressed that he’s keeping up. He’s also just walked into the trap I’ve set, which tickles me further.

“Well, none of it really matters anyway, now does it?” Mischief plays on my lips and I take another sip.

“What do you mean, it doesn’t matter?” He’s taken the bait, hook, line and sinker.

“It’s not like we’ll ever fuck.” Now it’s my own confidence that shines through.

He pauses slightly before he answers with care. “Well, there’s always the possibility…”

I look him directly in the eyes. “No, trust me, we’ll never fuck, I guarantee it.” With that, I pivot, and with an extra flick of my hips, I exit the room.

Phenomenal

Posted in Erotica with tags on October 29, 2008 by naughtysecretary

“If I can be completely honest,” he pauses to choose his words well, “you look like you would be phenomenal in bed.”

I throw my head back and laugh. It doesn’t help that Rose sits opposite me and coos praises.

“Oh, she is. Absolutely.” She smiles her beautiful smile, her green eyes shining pools of mischief. With both of them looking at me intently, I suddenly feel the warm rush of embarrassment flood my face.

“And tell me, what gives you that idea?” I can feel the tingle of vodka swirling in my system.

The doctor studies me, all the while wearing a playful grin. He’s a shark. Decent looking and smartly dressed, he’s a man that’s used to having women flock to stroke that huge ego he wears so proudly. It was the first thing I saw when I entered the room.

“You have this air about you. And it’s in your eyes.”

I take a sip of my drink. “You may be right.”

Dirty Whore

Posted in Erotica with tags , , on October 10, 2008 by naughtysecretary

You know what they say, the bigger the hoops…the bigger the…

Mmm hmm. They say it even louder when the whore-red hoops match the whore-red nail polish.

God, it’s like you’re calling me a whore or something…

I must have gotten the wrong impression in bed last night…

Why? Was I whore-like?

Your collar was whore-red as well.

Imagine that, yes it is. Just like this plastic cup sitting beside me.

Just because a whore has red hair does not make the hair whore red. I am aware of your many shades of red from having seen so much of it in my extensive, unrelenting pulling of it.

Mmmmm. I’m purring.

Purring. Is this pussy wearing a collar? She’d better be. Someone owns her.

God, you fucking turn me on like no other. I’m going to email you something. They’re not safe for work.

Mmm…I saw the pictures. You’re going to get to know the inside of your little closet very well if you keep sending me filth like that.

Dirty whore.

Sweet

Posted in Erotica with tags , on October 7, 2008 by naughtysecretary

I perch myself on a stool, the dark of the bar contrasting with the twinkle of the lights strung above. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. My smile is matched with my bartender’s imp-like grin as he pours me a drink without prompting. It’s not long before I am staring into liquid gold and randomly skewering a lone lime with my straw.

“Are you alright?” My head swivels to the right and I smile.

“Excuse me?” I look at the stranger in earnest. I’m confused by his query.

“Well, you seem to be taking something out on that lime…” He gestures towards my drink.

“Oh, no. I’m fine.” I chuckle. I was too busy swimming in my own thoughts to even notice the spearing onslaught I had taken on my citric friend.

“I saw you with your girlfriend the other night, across the street.” At first his comment doesn’t even register.

“Oh…Oh! You did?” I can feel the hot flush of embarrassment quickly prickle across my face.

“I did.” He’s looking at me intently now, and I can see he’s enjoying my bemusement. “You two are quite sweet together.”

I laugh loudly and thank him.

Sweet. The concept bounces around my head, followed closely by girlfriend. Neither is normally applied to me, so they trail each other in a fresh mental tango. I sit there in silence, and wearing a grin, I enjoy the dance. In an instant I’m flooded with images of her; the soft of her skin, her silken hair, the lilt in her voice. I can almost feel her warmth, hear her giggles. I immediately wish her next to me so I can steal a kiss from her gorgeous lips.

Sweet. Girlfriend.

Yes, actually, she is sweet. Adorable, in fact. I finish the last of my drink and slip into the night.

Embedded

Posted in Erotica with tags on July 24, 2008 by naughtysecretary

The wine glass is shaped like a bottom-heavy Señorita; I look at it longingly, my stare fixed through it. I trace my fingers over each curve and dip the tip of my left index into the ruby red liquid. My right hand mimics the tap of the rain on the awning outside, digits strumming steadily on the kitchen table, lightening flashes disbursing into the rhythm mixed.

There’s no way you want me as much as I want you. It’s not possible.

I stare out of the window into blackness. How I wish I could step outside into the wet fall and wash myself clean.

I know my thoughts of you would remain, though. You are embedded, right where you belong.

Thunder growls in the distance.