Tuesday 28 August 2012

Impulse Affair - Part 3


For convenience sake, I grabbed my gym bag from the back seat. With a t-shirt, yoga pants and some toiletries, I figured it might be of use. Seeing me grab the bag, he smiled, reaching into the back seat of the gym and pulled out a similar bag.

“A change of clothes might come in handy,” he said with his wicked grin.

We walked together into the hotel and headed for the front desk. The clerk looked up with a smile.

“My friend and I are just passing through and need a room until tomorrow; something with a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi if you’ve got one.” A faint blush rose to his cheeks and I reached out, laying my hand on his lower back. He turned and gave me an appreciative grin.

“Certainly, sir. We have our Decadent Suite with king-sized bed, two-person shower, Jacuzzi tub and fireplace. Would that work?”

The cost for the room was outrageous and I tried to catch his attention. We didn’t need to break the bank to have our sexy encounter.

“You bet!” He set his credit card on the counter, ignoring my efforts.

With a smile the clerk handed him the room keys and pointed in the direction of the elevators. “Enjoy your stay with us.”

“I’m sure we will.”

I had no idea how he could be so calm. My mind began to race; maybe he was used to doing this. He was used to sexy encounters with random women. Maybe he got a deal with the hotel – so many one night stands, get one free.

Giving myself a small shake, I pulled my thoughts back to reality. This was silly, we were two adults who were incredibly attracted to each other and had the chance to do something about it.

As we made our way to the elevator, his sexy smiles and searing glances heated me all the way to my toes. I could see his obvious hunger for me and knowing I had that power over him was turning me on.

Any plans he might have had for our elevator ride were shot when a family of four joined us just as the doors opened. We stood quietly, side-by-side as the elevator rose silently. To make matters worse, it seemed the chatting family was heading for our floor.

Standing there, his hand found my low back and his fingers began to trace lazy patterns which in turn sent shivers running up and down my spine.

Every inch of me wanted to get to know every inch of him.

As we all exited the elevator, I sighed in relief as the family turned down the hall, headed for the other side of the hotel. “Thank goodness for that,” he whispered. I giggled and moved quickly down the hall, looking for our room.

We got to our door and he handed me a key, bowing gallantly. I realized this was his way of letting my have the final say. Whether we went forward with the or not; it was all in my hands. And right now, I wanted him in my hands. So I inserted the key card, opened the door and walked into our decadent suite.

Thursday 23 August 2012

Impulse Affair - Part 2


My day began like any other; the routine of alarm clock, shower, choosing clothes, hair and make-up. I drove out of the condo parking lot at my usual time, headed for my coffee stop. The drive-through line for Starbucks was its usual three cars long, and the regular barista handed me my venti mocha with a smile.

The rest of my drive was uneventful and I got my usual space on the fourth parking level. I made my way to the elevator, headed for the 22nd floor. And that’s when my day changed.

He got on at the third level and our eyes met. He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. My mouth went dry and I took a sip of my mocha. I had seen him many times before, always at a distance. He was sexy and had an open smile.

Inhaling deeply, he looked in my eyes, “Mocha…yummy.” It should have been tacky, creepy even, but it sent sexy shivers up my spine. I bit my lower lip as he took a step closer. His lips looked full and I wanted to feel them pressed against mine.

“You work in the building, don’t you?” I managed a weak nod. “I see you every day, but I usually get the next elevator. I’m with the ad agency on the 14th floor.” His voice gave me goose bumps and I couldn’t ever remember being so affected by a guy.

“I’m with the public relations firm on the 22nd.” I was trying to be casual, but the flush on my face gave me away.

He reached around and pushed a button on the gleaming copper wall. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. The elevator jerked to a sudden stop. I gasped as his hard body pressed against me. I was having trouble breathing.

“Play hooky with me today Duchess. Let’s get into all kinds of trouble together.”

I should have said no, been horrified, but I paused. Why shouldn’t I take a chance and have some fun? I always took the safe road and then regretted it.  His hands were beginning to do crazy things to my body. With his biker boots, dark jeans and black t-shirt, he was exactly what I wanted. I grabbed his t-shirt, pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear, “Take me away from all this.”

He started the elevator again, hitting the button for the fourth parking level. When the elevator doors opened he pushed me forward and I moved quickly to my car. Once inside, the reality of what I was about to do hit me. I texted my best friend, letting her know what I was about to do. I also texted my boss and gave an excuse for my absence then drove up the ramp, stopping one floor up. He was leaning against a dusty jeep, waiting for me. With a sexy grin he climbed in the jeep, started it up and pulled out in front of me.

Driving out of the building, he turned towards the highway and the airport. I could see him check the rear view mirror every few minutes to make sure I was still there. Paying close attention to his car, I was caught off-guard when he pulled into the parking lot of a new and very ritzy hotel.

We parked next to each other and I sent another text just to keep my best friend in the loop. I might be throwing caution to the wind but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to play it safe.

Tuesday 21 August 2012

Impulse Affair - Part 1


Have you ever been going about your daily routine and seen a drop dead, sexy man? Did you try to catch his eye only to have him smile at you? Did you take a moment to wonder what it would be like to kiss him, touch him, hell even make mad, passionate love to him?

What if that man walked up to you and offered you one day of mind-blowing bliss? What if there was nothing stopping you from going through with it?


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That’s how I ended up lying in the bed of a ritzy hotel, watching the best fuck of my life get dressed, covering up the sculpted torso, broad shoulders and huge cock that have been making my dreams come true over the past twenty-four hours.

“Will we ever do this again?” I don’t want to seem clingy or desperate but I know one day with him is not going to be enough for me.

“You can count on it Duchess. I know how to find you.” I’m not sure how I earned the nickname, but I like it.

Slipping on his boots, he looks over his shoulder, seeing me sprawling naked across the bed. Stalking over, he reaches down, tangling strong fingers in my long hair and pulls me up for a deep, sensual kiss. His full lips, which have been like silk on my skin, are now bruising in their intensity. I feel my body respond.

“We will do this again.” His deep voice is confident in his assertion.

Then he is gone; leaving me alone to think.

Tuesday 7 August 2012

With a Closed Fist

This story originally appeared on http://goodvibesblog.com/with-a-closed-fist/.


Cassidy clapped her hands in delight as she stood over the naked woman kneeling on the hardwood floor. A respectful voice informed Cassidy that her mentor was gifting a toy for her achievements to date.

“Whatever you chose Miss Cassidy. He leaves it to you to determine her fate, punishment or
pleasure.” With that, the man slipped out and closed the door.

Low lighting shimmered on lightly tanned skin as Cassidy examined her toy. She noticed the woman’s eyes were cast down in the proper submissive manner. Short honey-colored hair framed a delicate face.

Cassidy nudged a slender thigh with the toe of her leather boot. The woman didn’t flinch or respond in any way. Cassidy tapped her crop on a smooth buttock, but still no indication or acknowledgement from her gift. In an instant Cassidy knew what she would do. She was going to force a reaction from this woman and rip screams from her throat.

With hands and leather crop, Cassidy arranged her new toy to her liking. Looking self-conscious, the pretty woman now lay on her back with her legs chained high and wide above her head, her sex completely exposed. As Cassidy stared at her, a rosy blush spread over the woman’s skin. Cassidy smiled and turned to grab a bottle of lube and a powerful vibrator.

“Do you have anything to say to me before we begin?”

“No Mistress.” Soft words that spoke volumes; Cassidy knew she would enjoy breaking this one.

Dripping lube onto the tip of the vibrator, Cassidy rubbed it over the woman’s smooth sex, pausing to press it against her clit before turning it on. She saw the quick blink of an eye and heard the barest intake of breath, but no other reaction. She turned up the vibrator, pressing down slightly. Minute by minute, she increased the speed and pressure of her powerful tool, watching as her toy began to breathe quicker and her juices began to flow.

Focusing on her silent submissive, Cassidy watched for subtle movements or reactions and when she judged the time right, changed things up. Maintaining pressure on the swollen clit, she lubed up her other hand and slipped two fingers into the wet well. Exploring the woman’s most private channel she slid a third then a fourth finger deep into the now dripping pussy. A low gasp made her smile. She pulled her fingers out and slid them back in, again and again, feeling muscles tighten as the pressure inside and out grew.

Cassidy withdrew her fingers and heard a slight whimper. She didn’t give her prize time to think, she plunged her entire hand back inside, her fingers forming a closed fist that pressed against that most sensitive of female flesh. She acknowledged the woman’s strangled cry by pumping her fist inside the hot, wet pussy.

This was meant to be a punishment and Cassidy did not hold back. She twisted her fist as she drilled it in and out, feeling the slick pussy walls clench on her hand and wrist. The sensation drove her on, as did the panting cries that grew louder and louder as she wore down her toy’s resistance. The vibrator continued its assault on the woman’s engorged clit.

Suddenly Cassidy ripped her hand out from the woman, pulling back the vibrator. Tears poured down her toy’s cheeks as she was deprived of the sensations coursing through her body. Her cries grew louder and louder until Cassidy slapped her quickly twice across the face. Panting gasps indicated she had broken through the downward spiral.

With a harsh smile she pushed her hand back into the swollen pussy, filling the woman and exploring deep inside her. Cassidy increased her speed and forcefully applied the vibrator. The whimpering escalated to shrieks.

The noise was broken by desperate pleading. “Please Mistress, may I come? Please may I come?” Her voice was ragged and hoarse.

“Do you deserve to come?” Cassidy’s voice was full of authority.

“No Mistress. Oh Mistress… Please may I come?” Her entire body shook and sweat dripped from her face.

“Do you belong to me?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, please Mistress. Oh, may I please come?”

More violent thrusts sent her body beyond its limits. Finally Cassidy looked down into wild eyes, “You may come.”

A storm of sounds ripped from the woman as she submitted to Cassidy’s domination. Her pussy clamped down hard on Cassidy’s fist as she twisted again and pulled out. A stream of warm fluid squirted from the bound woman as shrill screams tore at her throat. Her body bucked and shuddered, straining against her bonds as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Standing, Cassidy stretched out her back and arms before turning back to her toy. Gently she released her, holding the shuddering, moaning body tight.

Parched lips kissed her hand. “Thank you Mistress!”