For those who have not noticed the countdown on the sidebar to the right…I am heading to Vegas on Sunday. After a week there, I’ll be spending a few days at the beach. Here is something to think about while I am gone.
How do you define temptation? Is it in how your pulse quickens after reading the words below? Is it found in feeling something tighten inside that you had half-forgotten was there? Some part that exists just to need?
Does it scare you – just a bit? Even as you respond, even as you reply, the act of reaching out for something that tempts you, something right at the edge, can cut deep enough to leave a mark.
And you do respond. Without understanding or knowledge, you feel yourself pulled in, taken by the promise held in what you see. Each word you read is an admission for a hunger that grows increasingly dangerous.
Do you ever think of having your hands pinned over your head, the force of a body holding you still for a moment, forcing you to just be, to just exist in the warmth of lips on your neck, teeth biting skin, tasting you from the inside out, driving you to let go and grab onto that feeling harder then you ever have in your life, to ride it the waves of heat as they wash over you.
And temptation goes something like this.
Helen says, “i have my pajamas on :)”
D’jaevle says, “What do they look like?”
Helen says, “soft flannel pajama bottoms and a white strappy tank top”
D’jaevle says, “Underneath?”
Helen says, “nothing ;)”
D’jaevle moves up behind you, his hands warm against you through the thin fabric of your tank top. You can feel his fingers slip down along your waist, barely touching.
Helen slowly turns her head to look at you from the corner of her eye. She smiles and whispers, “Glad you woke up…”
D’jaevle runs his hands just under your tank top, fingers curling as they slip up over your stomach, against bare skin.”
Helen closes her eyes and traces her tongue along her bottom lip.
D’jaevle brushes the edge of your breasts, just underneath, his voice soft near your ear, “Miss my touch? My teeth against your ear, my fingers teasing your nipples?”
Helen nods gently, her eyes still closed. “I thought of you all weekend and could hardly control my desire.”
D’jaevle runs a slow trace down your cheek with his spare hand, fingers spreading under your neck, tilting it back as his teeth brush your vulnerable throat.
Helen moans softly and arches her back, reaching behind herself to dig her fingernails into your thighs.
D’jaevle presses his knee up, parting your legs from behind, his thigh rubbing up against you. The hand pressing along your breasts slip closer, running lightly over each nipple, then circling…
Helen reaches up and covers your hand with hers, slowly guiding it across her hardening nipples.
D’jaevle tightens his fingers, pulling hard against each nipple, feeling the nub slide against his palm. “Feel the need?”
Helen looks back at you again and nods. “What would you like to do to me?”
D’jaevle smiles, “I would love to make you beg. Beg to feel my touch. Beg to hear my voice. Beg to cum.”
Helen says, “I don’t have much time left, you’ll have to be very convincing…or make me so hot tonight I am still begging to cum tomorrow.”
D’jaevle chuckles quietly, his fingers sliding down swiftly, under your pajama bottoms and along your slick inner lips, capturing you as he turns to face you. Fingers press just slightly in, letting you have a taste.
Helen shivers and moves her mouth against yours, parting your lips with her tongue and kissing you deeply.
D’jaevle holds you against the wall, his eyes on yours, fingers tightening as two slip a bit deeper inside, then out, trailing against your thigh as he simply teases. His fingernails bite into the skin as his lips meet yours, slowly, taking his time to taste. He speaks softly as his fingers move against your thigh, tantalizing slow as it slips along the silky inner thigh, “I could make you scream.”
Helen tenses her body as she feels your touch, she reaches up to pinch her nipples as you stroke her.
D’jaevle keeps you pinned against the wall, his fingers moving along the outer thigh, and around, against your bare ass, drawing you hard against his knee as it rubs along your thighs. His teeth graze your neck as he slips lower. Slowly he applies more pressure, letting you feel his knee slip up against you, “More?”
Helen breathes heavily into your ear, moans louder this time, and whispers, “Spank me.”
D’jaevle runs a finger slowly along the crack of your ass, letting it linger the small of your back, “Say please.”
Helen looks desperately into your eyes and says softly, “Please…”
D’jaevle grips your arms, hands coming up as he turns you, pressing you hard against the bed, bent over, his fingers curling as it draws your bottoms to your ankles roughly.
Helen says again, almost whimpering. “Please…”
D’jaevle runs his hands over your bare cheeks slowly, savoring the taste of flesh as you feel yourself bared, bent over, vulnerable. He brings his hand back, and you can feel the tension just before the slap as it meets your flesh, burning, a red imprint on your ass.
Helen moans loudly as she catches her breath, tightly closing her eyes. “Again. Please.”
D’jaevle leans over, his fingers dancing on the small of your back, “What will you do for it?”
Helen slips her index finger down to her slit, slowly tracing it through the moist patch of trimmed hair. “Anything.”
D’jaevle brings his hand down again, the *slap* of his hand meeting your ass loud even in your ears, your skin shivering as you feel it burn. He runs a finger over the burning skin, “Anything?”
Helen says, “Anything. Punish me.”
D’jaevle runs a hand down to the apex of your thighs, almost tickling the skin before you feel the harsh bite his hand again, then again, and again, leaving your skin sensitive and red, “You have to be bad to be punished…” He slips his fingers over the red splotches on each cheek, “Anything? Tell me your phone number.”
Helen says, “Rob should be home any second, I can’t be caught. He wouldn’t understand.”
D’jaevle says, “I didn’t say I’d call. Just asked for your number.”
Helen says, “(home phone number)”
D’jaevle brings his hand down hard, letting the sting hit you, like plucking a tight string between your inner lips and ass. He says, “You want me call you, so badly, don’t you? You need it, to be taken, used.”
Helen almost screams, feelings the waves of pain and pleasure consume her individually. “I want to be used for your pleasure.”
D’jaevle runs his tongue along the edge of your ear from behind, your head pressed into the bed as his hand comes down hard, your skin becoming almost unbearably hot as he stripes it with red handprints.
Helen cries out as you slap her. “Promise me you’ll call tomorrow. Please. I can’t believe how hot you make me.”
D’jaevle brings his hand down hard again, at the apex of your thighs, and you feel it, the sting just at the edge of your pussy, “Maybe.” He leans over, his breath tickling your neck, “I can. I can feel it. I would have made you cum hard on the phone tonight. Would have had you thighs spread, begging for more.”
Helen says, “I want to hear your voice telling me when to orgasm, I want you to hear my moans and screams for you.”
Helen says, “Rob is home.”
D’jaevle smiles…I want you to remember tonight, and tomorrow, how wet I made you. How badly you need it.”
Helen says, “I don’t think I could forget.”