Category: Erotica

The Deck (An Adult Club)

“Miss we are here”

 The cab driver said as he stopped in front of the building that I swore I would never enter again.

 “Are you going to get out or do I have to take you to another location?” He said annoyed.

I looked at him giving my best blank stare and he decided now was the time to keep his mouth shut.

Putting my hand on the door handle, pulling it towards me and opening it. Did not show my conviction of going back into the world that I stumbled into.Just to find out who I was.

I closed the door behind me and did not care that he drove off. He was paid. Hid review will show what I truly felt about his service. I walked onto the curb and just stared at the building. A lot has changed around it but it still held a presence.

Normal people would just walk by and not give it a second glance because it looks like something that will  be condemned. On the contrary it was made to look that way on the outside because those who enter are only invited. 

It was only eleven at night. Still early if my memory holds correct. I opened the door and looked around. The light is still the soft white that bounces off walls the color of stained paper.  Only my grandmother would have chosen such a color.

The stairs led and down. I went up. With every breath I took I felt a familiar weight. Not fear or anxiety. It was like that feeling you get when you are held by someone who cares. It is an odd feeling that just the building is making me feel this way.

I stood in front of the black door with the silver nob for a door handle. “It’s now or never.” I whispered to myself. I opened it and was greeted with soft subtle music and a scene that was a combination of a jazz club, speak easy and forbidden wrapped up in here.

I entered and closed the door behind me. I opened my coat and walked down the stairs towards the bar. I took a seat at the far end so I can see the scene. 

“Excuse me Miss you can’t sit there.”

I gave a questioning look. Then said, “Why”

The word was meant to come out as a question but it gave a note of authority to it.

“The owner of the club sits there. You can sit anywhere else that you want.” He said as he watched me.

Looking around I spotted a booth way in the corner. A spot that I can see the room.

“Would you like something to drink before you leave?”

“Yes, a gin neat.”

He gave me a smile and I noticed that he was wearing a thin cord around his neck. It has been so long I feel as if I have to learn a new etiquette to ask a question. Once he handed me the drink and was paying him I pushed myself to ask.

“The cord around your neck. It looks….different.”

He smiled and touched it as if he was proud of it.

“Yes it is. Mistress Eliza gave this to me once we solidified our relationship. She said that she detests the big choker.”

I nodded my head in understanding.

“It is a very nice collar.”

He beamed and went back to work serving the other patrons. I took my glass and went to the booth. Things changed but stayed exactly frozen in time. The music started to pick up in tempo and more bodies went to the dance floor.

I remember when I was on the dance floor feeling the music. I did not need a partner and I did not care who watched. I was younger and untethered. Until that one dance that started a ball rolling down a path that I should have never gone down.

“Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit here.”

A man wearing glasses and a tweed jacket and briefcase in his right had asked. What was he doing with a briefcase at this time of night?

I nodded my consent and he sat down looking at the crowd as well. He did not make eye contact with me and he seemed to be focused on a woman dancing alone right now.

“I have not seen you here before. Are you going to be a regular?” He asked, still looking at her move seductively.

“I have not decided. Is she yours?”

That is when he turned to look at me.  I guess to size me up.

“She is still free, are you interested?”

That was what the look was about.

“No I am not.”

He held out his hand to shake and said, “I’m Lovell” I took his hand and replied, “Fae”

“So Fae what is your kink? I can not tell and I like to know who I am dealing with.”

“Lovell there will be no dealing other than talking at this table.”

“Ah Dom. The way you just addressed the question screams dominance.”

“You are??”

“I am switch. I love the power exchange but only with someone I feel comfortable with.”

“The one on the floor. Do you feel comfortable with her?”

I studied his face and he gave nothing away.

“Hey Lovell. Who do we have here?”

“I’m Fae.” I held my hand to this new arrival.

“Fae. Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I sit? This is usually where we sit before activities begin.”

“We?”

“Yes Lovell, Myself. And Jonas.”

“You are?”

“My apologies. I’m Edward.”

“Edward had dark blue eyes, a beard and had a line backers frame.”

“Did my name get mentioned?”

“Yes Jonas meet Fae. She is new to the club.”

“You are?”

“I Am Fae.”

“Oh”

Jonas was lanky and had a young look about him. Like he just graduated from school. With the nose ring and eyebrow piercing makes me believe he is submissive or at least a bottom. I could be wrong. Been out of the scene a while.

“Well I am a dom. My sub is over there at the bar getting drinks.”

“Oh?”

“Yes you would think I am the soft one because everyone thinks that. But I just act this way here but behind closed doors.”

His voice deepened so much I could not hide the shock.

“I am like the devil himself and she can take it.”

(Hello fire starters going back to my roots with the dark and erotic. There will be shorts written here and I will post links to where the others are. The fire is spreading, it is up to you to be a part of it. Remember the rating system when it is R it is R. Fia xoxo)

Statement

The rain hits my skin like acid

Peeling away the environmental slug that’s coated with ignorance

What I need is waiting

Perfectly still

Exquisitely hard

Waiting for what I alone can give

Others have tried

Others have died in their futile attempt

My little biter

Is not to be tame for others

Still obeys my direction

Wearing black is not a statement

It’s a requirement

Nothing pure and innocent is going to transpire tonight

Gone is the time he had to run

Come to me

Tonight is fleeting

My desire is not

(Hello fire starter’s, it has been a moment since I posted a poem like this. It is a two-part poem. Second part is obviously hotter. Let me know your there 😉

Short and Hot

Yvonne

If you had told me, I would be in the arms of this man. This particular man, who made it a point of not acknowledging my existence. I will call you an absolute liar.

You see, I’m not the typical woman you would find walking in the streets. Nor would I ever want to be because everybody seems to be determined to be a carbon copy of each other. I am what is characterized now as a little person. My height is 4 feet 9 inches.

I have certain attributes that I enhance to get men to look at me, but that is just to feed my ego. When you’re the last one to get asked to go anywhere, your way of thinking gets a little obscure.

I thought I wasn’t chosen because I wasn’t pretty enough, and that I couldn’t look like the others completely. I mean, I can fit into fashionable clothes; it’s just that I will have to have them taken in and hemmed. After graduating from high school, I decided that I would never wait again for someone to choose me.

I will never be that girl who’s raising her hand, saying, ” Pick me, pick me. I am going to be that woman who chooses that man.

Now I’m in a predicament that I did not see coming. Devin Martin has me pinned against a wall with his body so flushed against mine that I feel his arousal.

“Yvonne, I have had enough of your taunting me. You act like I don’t see you. Of course, I see you, but I will not be one of those men that you toss aside and think it’s OK.” He said, whispering in my ear.

“Let me down, Devin,” I said with a calm voice that was not mirroring what was going on inside me. I was battling with feelings that I buried a long time ago for Devon. He went out with the most popular girls. The same girls who would tease and sometimes hurt me physically.

Everyone had a crush on Devon. He was not the guy in the sports team, or was he the guy in the band? He was the guy who ran the school paper and got a scholarship to the most prestigious school one year before even making it to his twelfth year. All this time, he ignored me as if I were an insect on the wall.

I made it a mission to be in his vision as much as possible because I was angry, and I wanted it to be seen by him. Now he sees me, and I’m not sure if this was what I wanted.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. This is your chance. I know you want me. There is no more hiding between the two of us because I wanted you just as badly.”

As I felt his cheek brush against mine, a rush of pleasure went through me. Devin wouldn’t let me say a word. Instead, he kissed me. Not soft like I dreamed it would be countless times in my bed, room alone.

No, this was a kiss of pure hunger. Of a person who has denied himself what he wanted and decided there was no more waiting. I matched his passion with my own. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding tight. He had my hands above my head, holding them together with one of his. With the other, I felt him caressing my breast. I moaned into the kiss as I arched into his hand.

He pulled away from the kiss, and we were both breathing hard and staring at each other.

“Do you want this? Oh, are you teasing me?”

“I’m not teasing you, but we cannot do this here.” As I motioned with my eyes to show him where in the wrong place to do what we both want.

With one more grind of his hard member, he let go of my hands, and I unwrapped my legs so I could stand on wobbly feet.

“Later today, then? You come over to my place.” Devin asked, waiting for my response.

Before I answer it, I need a question of my own to be answered. “Are you doing this for some prank? Because I know you’re going out with Stephanie”.

“Stephanie and I were never an item. This is not a prank, and to prove it to you, I will walk out  holding your hand so everyone can see us together because I don’t give a damn about what other people think.”

With my question being answered? I told him I would be at his place by six.

(If you want to read the conclusion of Short and Hot. Let me know.)

Poetic Voyeur

Why am I drawn to your writing?

I’m not sure myself.

 Is it because I can see the damage and every word

Or is it that I can see you 

See, you get so engulfed in every word 

To make your point come across?

It’s my own form of voyeurism. 

You’re so open in a different way.

Do you pull your hair and get aggravated 

When you can’t get the right words

Or when you’re writing something salacious, 

do you put the phone down? So no one can see? 

Maybe you could close the book. When you feel, 

your ears are turning red from what your mind created 

To see the human body and all its splendor on the outside.

 Is deliciousI 

I will not deny that

But to see what’s inside the mind is so damn sexy.

I like to watch as you toil around thoughts

.And then present it to me

Do you give secret notes away?

I’m a greedy bitch

Is it wrong for my beast to stir when you do

As I read the pulse in my neck begins to beat fast

Breathing air is difficult

When did air become thick

I feel my heart start to stutter

Not realizing I stop breathing altogether

It’s a drug, the words

Sweet then dangerous

A tender kiss to open one up

Then the moment a moan escapes

The world slips away

It’s just the words

The ache

The  need

Half-hooded eyes

Blown pupils

Inner heat

Created by the poet

When it all comes to an end

I’m left with the tremors

I’ll wait until the next

Poetic piece

The question is…

When can I …

Have more

Death Watch

My skin hurts. It feels like they’re ripping it off my bones—sliver by sliver. I can’t scream anymore. My voice left me an hour after they started. They said that once it’s done, I’ll be a changed person. Yeah, it changed all right, because once they set me free. I’m going to kill every single one of these fuckers

Five Days of Life Left

The room smelled of sugar and sweet peaches. I did not want to bother Amanda as she slept, but she knew sweet scents turn me on. Watching her sleep with her lips parted, and her light snoring made me smile.

Looking down and seeing her nipple peeking through the spaghetti strap top made me want to wake her up the way she likes it.

I bent down and took that wicked nipple in my mouth, swirled my tongue around,d and sucked it in. Her breathing changed, but she was not awake. I glided my hand up her inner thigh, meeting a little resistance.

‘Fine, you do not want me to go that way,’ I thought, slipping my hand around the back and cupping her ass. She made a little moan. She moved her leg a little to give me access, and all this while she was still sleeping.

She felt so warm and wet. I continued torturing that nipple, and I found my way inside those shorts. I could be a beast and just go inside her. But she was so sweet lately. I parted her folds and took her slick heat and rubbed that greedy clit of hers.

She was breathing faster. Her eyes were moving back and forth as if she were having the best dream.

I stopped circling and waited till she showed me her sign that she was ready. Opening her legs and the whimper. Damn, she whimpers so beautifully..

‘Okay, baby, I am going to give you what you need. Even in your sleep,’ I thought.

I slid two fingers in her hot channel and found her spot. I knew it like I knew my name. Pushing in and out and rotating my finger, she was panting. The sweet smell and the natural smell of her filled my nose, and I wanted to taste her everywhere. 

But she’s asleep, and I like her cuming and watching me.  I stopped sucking her nipple and pinched her other nipple. Her eyes flew open, and the look she gave me. Priceless.

“Please..please” She whispered as she fucked my fingers.

I know her clit is begging for my mouth. But no. I want it to stay throbbing and wanting me all day. Instead, I turned my wrist a little and played with her tight hole. She was so wet she dripped back, and I lightly pushed in.

She was never taken back there, but we were going to on our anniversary. She was so receptive.

“No, not ready.” She whimpered

I pinched her nipple again. “No more speaking,” I fucked her harder with my fingers and added a third.

“You want to cum, bab,y” I asked, and I can feel myself wanting her to want me so badly she could almost hate me. Almost.

“Yes..Yes please”

I can feel her tightening and almost there. I am the sadistic person that I am. I pulled out and left the bed.

“Don’t you dare cum. Don’t touch yourself. That’s mine.” I said, looking over my shoulder.

She took the pillow and screamed into it. Yeah, she’ll think of me all day. Clit throbbing, pussy spasming, and the hint of the forbidden.

I went to take a shower, and I could hear the bathroom door open.

“What the fuck? You leave me like this?”

“Yes”

“Yes? That is all you’re going to say?”

I looked at her and smiled. “Yes”

We have been together for a while, and I told her that I get in funny moods. It had never appeared before, but it’s her,e and I don’t know if she can handle it.

“You do that shit again, you sleep on the couch.”

I laughed as she stormed out. Then I heard it. The fucking vibrator. “Bitch”

I walked out wet. Took the toy out of her hand and away from that fucking clit and threw it out the window.

“What the Fuck”

“Don’t test me. Get dressed and go to work.”

‘I need…”

“I know, and I want you to need me. Get dressed.”

I went back to the shower, finished, and went to the kitchen. Amanda came out, face red, a look of “I hate you” in her eyes.

“What you said, you can handle me.”

She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the apartment. Maybe I went too far? Nope, not far enough.

Afternoon

After I got dressed in my usual white shirt, black pants, and black flat shoes, I grabbed my long pea coat and keys and left my apartment.

She will probably not speak to me for a week, and strangely enough, I was okay with that. She decided that she wanted to open our relationship to other people. I told her no, but she went out of her way to try to convince me.

Of course, we had amazing sex last night, but the thought of someone else taking what was mine made me mean. She used sex for me to say yes, and I used lack of it to make her pay.

Five years and she wanted another. Stopping at my usual coffee cart, I ordered my coffee and a butter roll. It was 28 degrees in New York, but I still felt the chill on the back of my neck. Looking around the street, it looked normal. 

People are rushing to the subway or the bus stop. Horns honking to make the left turn on the main street, and Agnas sitting on the cardboard wrapped up in a blanket asking for money for the day. I called the homeless division to come and get her. She stays out here, she is going to die.

My attention went back to the cart, and I grabbed my order. Walking past the private school, I felt the chill again. I looked to the left, and I saw this man staring at me as he lifted the gate to the legal cannabus shop. He lifted his chin to say hi, and I lifted my coffee in response.

The feeling was not coming from him. Who is walking over my grave? That’s what they used to say when you felt like this. I went into the familiar place that I had control over. My office. I am a hired photographer. It’s just that I am hired to incriminate people more than to make them look good.

I work with all divisions of the department. It took years to get them to trust me. Walking in I was greeted by Ethan. He was part-time and a cheap receptionist. 

“You have bills on your desk, and this was just dropped off.”

I stopped breathing the minute I saw it. The black envelope. 

“It’s weird, but there is no writing on it, and the person said you would know how to read it.” Ethan was way too excited. He loved mystery novels.

“Can I see what it said?”

I snatched the envelope, went into the office, and slammed the door. I did not need to read it. I knew the words by heart.

I took the black paper out of the envelope, went to the bathroom toilet, propped the paper in and let the cold water wet the paper.

It read

“You are cordially invited to your wedding. Be there at eight. The wedding will promptly follow. No need for RSVP. 

P.S. Show or you will die.”

Shit, I hate my life. I can not run because they will find me. By tomorrow night, I will be Nia Lin Barbatus. The wife of Colin Barbatus, the head of the Roman family in New York. The chill I felt was me being watched. 

His people are called the Death Watch. I am now on their list. The paper disintegrated and I flushed it.

Hey fire starters I know I am off and on. The ignitor needed mor fluid. lol. I hope you like this. Let me know

One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.

Cock Delusion

Him

You want to talk or…
You want to you know…
We can skip the…

Her

Why is it when you want to fuck
your vocabulary vanishes?
Your ability to string a sentence together
must be connect to your balls

Him

Why are you being so…
I treat you so sweet….

Her

There you go again
Maybe your jizz needs to be tested
Maybe you hold the breakthrough we
need to move the IQ score up

Him

Jeez you are making it hard to speak
You make it hard to concentrate

Her

Ahh, I make it hard
real hard or is your vocabulary stuck on hard?
You need the pressure to go somewhere?
You need assistance?

Him

Yes baby, Yes

Her

Baby??

You need to say something that would entice me to come close, unbutton your pants and let out that hard cock

Him swallowing

Her

Come, come say something

Him

Just let me into that perfectly pink perfection of a pussy so I can cum and get my head what it wants

Her

Your cock is delusional.

(Hey, fire starters felt like joking around tonight. lol)

Dantea’s Level of Hell (End)

Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water

Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord

Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down

Again, our eyes meet
Continue,”  I say breathlessly 

Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before

Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me

You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you

“You take it, and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent

Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat

Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern

Removing  my belt
Hitting his hand away

“Turn around, hands behind you’re back”
On command, he follows

Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.

I want it for me.
Do you understand?”

I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night

Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see he cannot take anymore

I take what is mine?
Every bit of him

He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?

(Okay, fire starters, how did I do with this mini series? Edged you all the way to the end. Let me know what you think.)