Erotic Couples

Erotic Couples

“Sir, are we an erotic couple?”

She punctuated her question by taking my hand and sucking one of my fingers in the midst of the festive crowd. Hunger pangs of lust clenched my stomach and need jerked my cock

I stopped and turned to her. “Princess, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were…hungry.”

I’d been holding her hand as we walked through the fairgrounds, laughing, talking and people watching. Public displays of affections were the norm for us, so no doubt there were people watching us. A crowd didn’t deter us from unabashedly stealing furtive touches and caresses to maintain our carnal edge.

All day foreplay started the moment the first one of us woke up in the morning – usually in the form of oral sex or a snuggle-fuck. Now we stood face to face as the throng jostled around us and all we saw was each other.

My eyes must have been as large as the bulge in my pants when she added a second finger into the wet cavern of her mouth. Oh yesss, she had me balancing on the edge of heighted lust. Judging by the pussy-cat who swallowed the canary look on her face – she loved every moment of my torment.

Out of the corner of my eyes I saw people staring, but neither of us cared. I stroked her face with my free hand and then snaked my fingers in her long hair. I pulled her to me by those locks and she melted against me. Her arousal seethed all-around us, and the ethereal sensation of plunging balls deep into her moist depths slammed into me. I pulled my fingers from her mouth accompanied by a loud sucking sound. She could be such a tease. My cock surged through my jeans and she ground her pelvis against mine.

“Sir, your baby-girl is always hungry for her-Daddy. I am your-Slut.”

“Mmm, well I guess I need to feed My-little-pussy before she chews off one of my fingers. Apparently, the jumbo sausage you devoured a few minutes ago only whetted your appetite for more beef.”

Her eyes gleamed and her hard nipples pebbled through her thin shirt. She looked around and I tracked her gaze to an empty park bench. Fortunately, I’d had the foresight to bring a blanket. She’d worn a skirt, and of course no panties.

She took in a long breath and licked her lips. “Come with me Sir, I want to show you something.”

“Show me something…or give me something?”

She rubbed her hands on her thighs, and the movement created a cameltoe affect. “I’m a good-girl, so both.” She swirled around me like an exotic dancer working her pole, and then sashayed toward that still empty bench.

The sway of her merry hips called to me, and I chuckled. “To answer your question, Princess – yep…we are definitely an erotic couple.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

A Reason – A Season – A Lifetime….

A-Lesson_Or_A_Blessing

 

An Outtake Adapted from my WIP Novella – ‘Just One Night’

“Chase, I don’t understand,” Amanda said.

Her expressive green eyes blazed up at me with an intensity I always found endearing and sexy as hell. What was it with me and strong willed, independent women with green eyes – my Kryptonite?

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Well Grasshopper, perhaps it’s one of the Universe’s spiritual conundrums?” I said in my best Shaolin Monk imitation.

The look on her face was priceless. “Huh…? Is that your Yoda voice?”

I laughed. “No Little-one, I think we’ve having a generation gap moment. Anyway, as you were saying?”

She nestled in the cradle of my arm and laid her head back on my chest. “Ok, so yes…I totally get you and I met for a reason. Shit, everything happens for a reason, but why does it have to be either – or? Why can’t we be both a lesson and a blessing to each other?” Once again, I marveled at how she managed to sound vulnerable and defiant at the same time.

“You are both to me. Our connection has been a blessing to me and I have grown as a person thanks to you. Your belief in me has taught me how to smile again. You’ve also been my Wanton Muse.”

She growled, or snorted…maybe both, then cocked her fist and punched me hard in the chest. “I want to be more than your damn Muse. I want…” She hesitated. “Damnit Sir, I love You. I respect You. I don’t know why, but I think I need You.”

I was dreaming…again. I knew she wasn’t here, because her punch in my chest didn’t hurt and it should have – she packs a wallop. Also, we’d never had this particular conversation in person.  Sure, we’d bantered in texts and emails about how the Universe has a strange sense of humor, but never face to face. The limited and precious time we did have together was rarely spent discussing topics this deep. It was as though we had mutually agreed, without ever saying so aloud, that when we were together deep thought provoking conversations were temporarily suspended.

Even though I knew I was having a particularly vivid dream, knowing that reality didn’t make her words or mine any less poignant. I still ached with regret. Maybe I was actually home alone in my bed cuddling with my pillow, but in my mind she lay wrapped in my arms.

Dreams are supposedly safe haven, a refuge from the burdens of daily existence. A place where we can go to ease our minds and fantasize about doing all the naughty things we’re afraid to do in the real world. At the very least, dreams should be the one place where the good guys always win and happily ever doesn’t just happen in romance novels.

But, dreams can also be a harbinger of bad things to come and the dark sides of dreams….nightmares, have been known to kill people in their sleep. I’m sure I was crying in my sleep. Whenever I had this dream…or nightmare, I always woke up laying on wet, tear stained pillows.

“Little-one, you just think you need me, but you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. I came into your life for a reason/a season, not to make you love me, but rather to make you realize you’re worth loving. Savor what we’ve had and continue to grow. I know you don’t particularly like this analogy, but you were the moth who has turned into a beautiful butterfly and your inner-submissive has awakened. Now you know what you want out of life, the kind of relationship you need to nurture you and feed your desires. I don’t know how much I had to do with your metamorphosis, but I couldn’t be more proud of the woman you have become.”

“Sir, this ‘thing’ We have and what We mean to each other has never been easy. I knew I never needed you, but the brittle edges of my wanting you are etched into my soul. Your fingerprints are all over who I am now. I don’t think me wanting to be Yours, in this life or the next, will ever go away.”

I exhaled a slow breath. “This ‘thing’ of ours won’t work, little-one. Damn, sometimes no matter how much we want something to work, sometimes it just can’t work and You know I’m right.”

A muscle in her face twitched. “Maybe.”

I swallowed a deep breath, but I didn’t trust myself to speak. I reached out, snatched an envelope off the nightstand by my side of the bed and handed it to her.

“What the fuck is this? She demanded. “I swear, if this is a Dear Jane letter – you and I are going to fight.”

I laughed. “No My-brat, it’s not a breakup letter…not really.” Her eyes shot green laser bolts at me. “Stop looking at me that way, there’s a Hallmark Card in the envelope. Read it. I searched far and wide to find that particular card.”

She grumbled and snarled like a pissed off pussy cat, but she finally extracted the card out of the envelope. I pulled her back into the crook of my arm as she began to silently read. I’d memorized the entire card, but I peered over her shoulder and quietly read along.

People come into your path for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do with that person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty. To provide you with guidance and support. To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like they are a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled.
Their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has now been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON. Because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons.
Things you must build upon to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind, but friendship is clairvoyant.

Little-one, thank you for being a part of my life. Whether what we’ve shared turns out to be for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Rest assured I will carry you in my heart, my memories, and my prayers for the rest of my life. Sir….

She finished reading and turned to look up at me. Her eyes shimmered with tears but no tears fell. I pulled her close and she buried her face in my chest, silent sobs racked her body. She suddenly jumped up and left the room. I had no idea if you would return or if that was the last time I’d ever see of her. In the far off distance I heard a steady thump-thump, a persistent pecking sound I vaguely recognized. Where have I heard that sound before?

I felt her presence as soon as Amanda reentered the room and a faint pop sizzled along my nerve endings. A myriad of conflicting emotions swept over me and my heart exploded in my chest with a rush of feeling. My head said to push her away, to get up and run far away, but my heart said stay. I swallowed her scent and a momentary calm slowed my racing heart.

She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at me. The shifting expressions on her face a mosaic of pain, and yearning. Slowly, without saying a word because I didn’t trust myself to speak, I turned over on my back and raised my arm.  The seconds dripped by slow and agonizingly as I held my breath.  With a shudder that ripped through her whole body, she scooted close and laid her head on my chest.  I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

“Sir, can we still be friends?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

I sighed. “Possibly, I honestly don’t know. You know what ‘they’ say – you can never just be friends with someone you once loved.”

She punched me in the chest again. “Well ‘they’ can just kiss my ass.”

“Woman, you are incorrigible.”

“Yes I am, and that’s why you adore me.”

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on that persistent thumping. She snuggled closer and I hugged her tighter. Time passed in a fog of shifting realities and she dozed in my arms. I tried to fight the lethargy that washed over me, but I started to drift asleep.

                                            ****

Sunlight streamed through my bedroom window warming my face. The last vestiges of my dream began to drift away and I didn’t want to wake up. The thumping sound was louder now, more urgent. I opened my eyes and squinted as my vision adjusted to the glare. My eyes were crusty with sleep…or dried tears. I groaned when I realized I lay wrapped around my body pillow and not a warm human form.

Perched on the ledge of my windowsill, happily pecking away at the frame, sat one of my spirit animals – a sparrow. My other spirit animal is a tiger, the year of my birth. Go figure, a tiger and a sparrow.

There are various interpretations of what a sparrow totem symbolizes, but the one that resonates with me is – self worth. According to lore, if a Sparrow totem has entered your life, ask yourself if you know your own self-worth. The sparrow will show you that even a common little bird can triumph.

I sat up to get out of bed and a sharp pain stabbed me in the chest. “Ouch. My chest feels like somebody hit…”

 

© 2015 Will LaForge

I Own You….

I Own You

She trembled as his words caressed her soul. “Chanter…,” she said and then stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry, I should have said Sir, but your presence, your body pressed so close to mine is always so damn unsettling.”

He blew warm breath on her neck and waves of need churned in her sex. His rock hard erection throbbed against her leg, almost in sync with her rapidly thumping heart. How the fuck does he manage that trick?

“It’s ok Little-one, use whichever name feels right to You. I have never demanded or expected you to call me Sir.”

She inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “You are my-Sir and that’s how I should address you. Besides, it just feels right. Sir, you’ve owned me…all of me, from the moment I first laid my head on your shoulder and your aura soothed my restless mind. When I’m with you, I can stop over thinking and just relish in the joy of being Yours. But tell me, what does that mean to You…owning me?”

He hugged her tight. “Oh Kallima, your parents were so wise to christen you with such a fitting name. You truly are a beautiful butterfly and I cherish your wondrous spirit.”

“Thank you Sir. Your parents were wise to name you Chanter, because you are my-Sun. You protect me, nourish me and give me your strength. For those gifts, I’ll gladly submit to you anyway you want me.”

He stroked her hair. “To be honest, I’ve known I owned you the minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it without hesitation. When I told you to beg for your climax and you did…I owned you. When you knelt at my feet and put your hands behind your back without being told…I owned you. You didn’t have to say a word, but I sensed you were tired of fighting. Fighting to be perfect or meet someone else’s perceived definition of perfect. You’ve wanted to stop fighting against the restraints society attempts to enforce on strong independent women for a very long time. Stop fighting to be something you’re not, to make yourself acceptable to narcissistic and often insecure men. You’ve been waiting for just the right opportunity, the right man to allow you to embrace your inner-submissve and figure out if a D/s relationship is right for you. Your submission to me has given you the freedom to stop fighting.”

Silent sobs racked her body and she hugged him with a desperate strength. “Yes Sir, I’ve been waiting…for You. You get me, you don’t judge and you accept all my quirks without trying to change who I am, you just want me to be me. This is all something new for me and you’ve patiently worked with me to push my limits.”

“I know Little-one. You are Mine and I am Yours. Now to answer your question, about what owning you means to me, what that honor means to me – is if the Universe gives me a choice…I will Die 4 U.”

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

Note: I have a number of WIP projects all going at the same time and I certainly have to start finishing them. However, sometimes my Muse spots a sign or photo, like the one I shared in this post, that seems so right for one of my WIP stories. When that happens, I can’t seem to help myself. I’m inspired to craft a short snippet centered around the characters in one of those stories. I’m planning to write multiple stories about Chanter and his beautiful butterfly Kallima in my House Rules series. I hope you’ve enjoyed this brief glimpse into their developing story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Thanks for Your Support.

 

Would You Believe…??

Would You Believe

“Hold on a minute please,” Kheyenne said.

Khy sighed and put down the phone. Pain shot through her mouth as she bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes. His words intrigued her and set her imagination on fire, but it was the way his lyrical voice caressed her soul that made her entire body ache.

No, she didn’t believe…not quite or not yet. However, she wanted to believe, desperately needed to believe that someone could care for her – flaws and all, but still…the demon of self-doubt was a tough foe to defeat. She poured another glass of wine and took a slow sip. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She put the phone back to her ear. “Okay Sir Vincent,” she said. “Tell me more, you have piqued my interest and…My-desire.”

 

© 2014 Will LaForge

 

Stop Holding On To What Hurts…

Stop Holding On To What Hurts...

“Hey Woody, gimme a beer and one of your homespun homilies,” I said as I plopped down on an empty barstool.

Woody turned and began to fill up a frosty mug with a dark, potent lager straight from the tap. My mouth began to water at the sight of the lather rising to the top of the mug. Woody knew I liked to bury my face in the foam with my first sip, so the wet froth covered my lips and mustache. I always experienced a hot flash of déjà vu when I licked the suds off my lips.

Woody placed the brimming twelve ounces of delicious dark decadence in front of me and laughed. “Ty, is that why you come in here every day, to receive enlightment with your booze?

I sighed in contentment as I took a long, deep swallow of the cold brew, just what the doctor ordered. It had been a long day and I wasn’t looking forward to another night home alone. Then I performed my ritual tongue bath on my foamy lips, a silent declaration to anyone watching I was a certified ‘ham’, a hot-ass-mess.

“Well, it’s certainly not the decor of this hole in the wall that draws me and the other patrons. When was the last time this place had a fresh coat of paint? Yes, the beer is cold and tasty as usual, but I consider you our resident Jedi Master. The neighborhood Yoda disguised as a humble bartender.”

Woody rolled his eyes skyward and snorted. “You come in here because everybody knows you and I let you run up a tab. Ok, try this one on for size,” he said. “It’s one of my personal favorites.”

Woody’s words of wisdom for today were short and sweet…one sentence, but I was stunned by the visceral reaction those thirteen words triggered in me. It took him no more than five seconds to say what he had to say and then he left to go service another customer.

I raised my glass in a toast to Woody’s wisdom and said, “Cheers”. Then I killed the last of my beer with one swallow.

The bar had been rowdy before Woody dispensed those pearls of life, but everyone who heard them stop what they were doing and looked inwardly. I stared into my now empty mug and sat there pondering how much the truth of those words applied to me. My next drink wouldn’t be a beer, I needed something a lot stronger.

 

© 2013 Will LaForge