An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Stripped Bare by Cristin Storm - 08/08/12

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest - August 2012

Darius knew the moment Mikayla entered his club, The Zone.   His whole body became alert, senses coming alive.  Instantly aroused, and wanting this quiet beauty unlike any other submissive before.  For six months he has watched her.  For those six months, she has watched, talked, but never participated, and delicately refused every Dom who has invited her to play.

She wants to play, but she has an innate quality, or an air about her that reveals her shyness, and her beauty.  She is a natural born submissive, a beautiful girl, but all she has done is watch; until tonight.

Tonight, she would play.  Tonight, she would be watched.  He refused to take no for an answer.  Maybe it was the fact that he knew she hadn’t been ready.  Tonight, everything  has changed. 

He followed her, as she made her way around the main play area.  He noticed how she caressed the St. Andrews Cross, the various Spanking Benches.  But, what made him stop cold was the way she caressed the floggers, the canes, and the look of longing that shined in her eyes.

Yes would be her answer.

Mikayla felt His eyes on her.  Her very flesh heated in anticipation, longing, and desire.  She was always aware of Darius.  The way his muscles rippled when he was deep into a scene, the way his eyes lighted up in laughter, and in arousal.  The way he wielded the crop, always had her nipples at attention, and her pussy clenching in need.

Tonight, she was prepared to enter her darkest fantasies.  Tonight, her answer would be yes.  Reality was bound to be much better.  Darius, he alone was the one who could show her the pleasures she seeks, only Darius. 

An hour has passed, and his cock was tired of the wait.  It was a game that only the two of them were aware of.  He was waiting no more.

Mikayla was standing by the main scene area, too enrapt at the scene before her.  A submissive, tied to the St. Andrews Cross, being worked over by his Mistress.  His whole body was flushed, his cock straining, begging for the release that she would give him.  But, it was the look in his eyes that held Mikayla’s attention.  Bliss.  Oh, how she longed for that.  Just once, be able to let all her stress and worries flee.  Just once, she wanted a taste of the dark passion she has watched.

As Darius approached Mikayla, he watched her as she took in the scene before her.  She was beautiful, and seeking that same desire Mistress Corrine was placing on her submissive.  Mine.  Darius thought, as he drew closer to her.  Startled by his thoughts, he continued closer until he could wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into his body.  He was more than ready to have her to himself; more than ready to break her down and watch her be born again, beautiful she would be.

She stopped shuffling her feet as soon as his arms surrounded her.  She stiffened, but it was a brief reaction, then she melted into his body.

“Come.”  Darius spoke into her ear.

Mikayla took a deep breath, knowing who was holding her.  “Yes”, was barely a whisper, but he heard, and tucked her into his side as he ushered her away. 

Mikayla let Darius lead her into a private room.  Her pulse began to skyrocket, but it wasn’t from fear.  Just being near Him was all it took.  She was elated, excited and more than ready to experience what he had to offer. 

“You are finally ready.”  Darius spoke.  It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.  Months of observation, and arousal, and he knew the truth.  She was ready.

“Yes.”  Mikayla had to look into his face.  Strong, chiseled features, blue eyes almost the color of sapphire.  He was as aroused as her.  Her body flushed under his perusal.  She felt like he was almost inspecting her, gauging her reaction to their surroundings, and what was to come.

Her nipples tightened to an unbearable heightened state.  Beneath the corset, she hummed with pleasure as she tried to take slow, steady breaths.  She only hoped Darius would appreciate what she wore underneath her miniscule amount of clothing. 

Darius was in pain, plain and simple.  How had he let this little sprite of a woman get under his skin and they hadn’t even really touched; explored what each had to offer?  His cock ached as he fought for his control.  She was not helping with his control at all.  Even standing there, the innocence she exuded was an aphrodisiac in itself.  Enough.  Now, he would begin, now he would see what she would be willing to offer.

“Come here.”   Darius commanded of Mikayla.  This is where he needed his control the most.  Get it together man, control.

Mikayla looked into his eyes as he spoke.  She slowly walked to where he stood.  Each step had her body heating.  He was almost a foot taller than her 5’4”.  He was built solid.  Working out for him was probably more for pleasure, than necessity.  It showed.  She dared a glance lower, and saw the outline of his cock through the denim of his jeans.  Her mouth watering, and her pussy clenched in need.  It was more than enough to satisfy all her dark fantasies, and more so, her ultimate desires.

“Strip, Mikayla.”

She stared, taken back by the quickness of his command.  He still held the crop in his hands, teasing it, like he was soon to tease her.

“Don’t fear me, beautiful.”  Darius noticed her slight hesitation at his command.  He would not allow her to think too long, nor would he allow her to Top from the bottom.  All or nothing that is how he would be.  “I won’t be so patient if I have to ask you again.”  He smiled a pure devilish grin.

“Yes, Da-“

“Master.”  He spoke quickly.  He has never asked another submissive before to call him that, but with her, it felt right.  It was right.  He wanted to be worthy of that name to her.  Prided himself on his control, and his ability to break even the most seasoned submissive into a work of beauty. 

“Yes, Master.”  Mikayla blushed as she began to follow his order.  She removed her micro-mini skirt, and her corset.  She was careful in her moves, wanting to draw out the moment.  How she dressed was for him, only him. 

She wore her lace, crotchless stockings, and a leather shelf bra the held her large breasts up, but keeping them entirely exposed.  She waxed her pussy just for him.  Loving the sensation her bare skin brought to her own touch, and now, to his.

Holy shit, this woman will be the death of me.  Darius was taken back, stunned at her natural beauty, lush curves, heavy, full breasts and her beautifully waxed pussy.  He walked around her, and pulled her tightly to him.  Her back to his chest, knowing the wool of his sweater would heighten her sense of touch even more.  He gently ran the crop over her body, watching as goose flesh arose in its wake.

Now, he thought.  He pulled the crop tightly across her nipples, as the curtains began to part.  Now, his beauty would see what she does to him through the eyes of the patrons in his club.  For tonight, she was his, and she was stripped bare.

Mikayla gasped as she saw the crowd on the other side of the glass. 

“Are you ready, beautiful?”

“Yes Master, please.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Trinity Knot by Cristin Storm - 04/06/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words April Contest.

“She’s back.”  Aedan O’Sullivan whispered those words to his business partner, and twin, Niall.

Niall knew exactly who she was.  It had been five years since they last saw Siobhan Murphy, and not a second had passed where she was not on their mind.

“Shit.” Niall’s heart burst at the sight of her entering their pub, O’Sullivan’s, in Savannah, Georgia.

“I know just how you feel brother.”  Aedan spoke.  Yes, he did know exactly how Niall felt.

Siobhan couldn’t believe she actually set foot into O’Sullivan’s Irish Pub.  She couldn’t believe she was back in Savannah, let alone the pub.  Memory flashed back to five years ago, to the date.  She knew exactly why she was back; dressed to kill and more than ready to beg.  Aidan and Niall O’Sullivan.  They were her firsts; first kiss, first love, and first lovers, and hopefully her lasts. 

Foolish girl she was, but at the tender age of twenty-one to their thirty, she was flat out scared of what they were offering.  Sure, one night.  What woman wouldn’t want at least one night of pure fantasy and bliss, having two men totally attuned to you?  Well, obviously they wanted more than one night; forever was on their minds.  That was the reason why she ran all the way to LA, and to her cousin/best friend, Teagan.

Spending five years in LA with her cousin was the best thing she could have done for herself.  Albeit, she did not realize that at the time, but now, she knew it was the reason why she was standing here, staring at them.  Teagan and her husbands, Max and Dean, gave her all the insight, support, and confidence she needed to return home, to her hearts.  She had no idea that Teagan had two husbands, but they showed her that a relationship is never conventional, it is what you feel is right. 

Siobhan took a deep breath and walked further into the pub, closer to them.  Aedan and Niall were still here, still sexy as hell, and it made her heart race faster.  You can do this was a mantra she played in her mind since she left LA this morning, and the entire walk towards them.

“Aedan, Niall.”  She whispered.

“Siobhan.”  They spoke in unison, but waited for her.

“Can we talk?”  As she spoke those words, she felt it was the stupidest thing she could have said.  She blamed it on her nerves, and her false bravado.  “Please?”

Aedan and Niall walked from behind the bar, approaching her with a strong, steady gate.   They each placed their hands on her bare back, and escorted her to the stairs that leads to their loft. 

Their hands felt hot across her naked back.  Her black dress was backless, showing off their Celtic Trinity Knot tattoo they all shared.  She shivered as she felt each of her hands brush the brand that bonded them as one.

Neither spoke as the escorted her up the stairs, and away from the noise of the pub.  They touched her, but could not speak, not now.  They were both so choked up that their Siobhan was back.  All they could think about was getting her between the two of them.

Niall unlocked the door, and they stood aside to let her in.  Siobhan was shocked as she entered their loft.  All of her things were still there.  Her robe still rested on the post of the king size bed they all used to share.  Her wardrobe was still in the corner, pictures of the three of them still scattered about the space.  Her painting, a gift to them the year she left, still hung on the wall behind the bed.

“Oh my, “Siobhan felt her tears fall, shocked of all speech and motion. 

“It’s all here, Siobhan,” Aedan spoke, his voice hoarse with emotion.  “We couldn’t –“

“Aedan,” She turned to him.  He was always the one who spoke the most.  Now, she saw the emotion he tried so hard to express, shining in his blue eyes.

“Siobhan, why are you here?”  Niall had to know.

Siobhan was shocked at his words.  “Niall, you were always the direct one.” She then looked to them, together.  “Gods, I don’t know where to start.”  She reached out and took their hands; it was now or never.

“I am so, so sorry.  I ran because I was scared.  Foolish, really.  I loved you both.  I still love you both.  I didn’t think.  I was overwhelmed, and scared.  I didn’t –“

“Stop, Siobhan.”  Niall cut her off and pulled her into his arm, Aedan covering her from behind. 

Siobhan lost her breath, feeling Aedan’s hands pulling the thin straps of her dress down.  It pooled at her heels, and they saw she only had on her lace thigh highs underneath.  Her pussy, freshly waxed, just the way she knew they liked it.

“Jesus.”  They spoke in unison.

“Baby, we love only you.  Then, now, it’s always been you.”  Aedan pulled her back to his chest, letting his length tease her bare ass.

“No more running Siobhan.  If this is not a reunion, then leave now.”  Niall knew his words were harsh, but he knew one more night would never be enough.  He placed his hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples.  He waited for her to speak, but he couldn't not touch her.

“He’s right baby,” Aeden spoke as he nipped her ear.

“No running” Siobhan whispered, “I promise.  Please, make me whole again.”

Niall growled, and stepped back from her.  He started to tear at his clothes, needed inside the only woman he ever wanted, needed.

“What have we here?” Aedan found the plug she settled deep into her ass before she left LA.

“I cannot wait!  I need you both!”  The plea came out on a wail. “Now!” She’d beg forever, just so they would know what they meant to her.

“Go to the bed, Siobhan.  Hands and knees, in the middle.”  Niall barked his command as he took his length into his own hands.

Siobhan did exactly that.  She crawled across their bed, the same bed where she became a woman to these two men.  She was home, and couldn’t wait another second to feel them against her.

Niall came to her first, pulling her on top of him.  “I need you now, Siobhan.”  Niall wasted no time, thrusting into her pussy.  “So damn tight; hot.”

Siobhan screamed, then stilled.  She felt the bed dip behind her as Aedan came to join them.  Aedan’s hands rubbed her ass, toying with the plug, mimicking what his cock was about to do next.

“Please!” Siobhan pushed her ass back to Aedan, she was ready to explode. 

Aedan removed the plug, and then aligned his cock to her tight entrance.  “Are you ready baby?”  He was amused that he had the thought to speak. 

“YES!”

“Relax for him Siobhan.”  Niall pulled her to his chest, taking her mouth in a rough dance of dominance and re-claiming.

“Shit.  She is so tight.”  Aedan’s words were clipped and he slowly worked himself inside.

Siobhan did just that.  She pushed back as Aedan worked his way in, Niall still full inside her pussy.  She was so close… she needed this, them. 

“Yes, damnit!  Take us all!”  Niall growled as he felt his brother push inside her.

“Please, more…”  Siobhan did not care about begging, not now.  Not when the pleasure was this intense, this perfect.

They started to synchronize their thrusts, knowing just how to play her.  She was close, ready to fly apart at a moment’s notice.

“Come baby,” Aedan whispered to her.

“Squeeze us tight, Siobhan.” Niall was ready to explode.

“Yes, yes…  I love... you… both.”  She barely got the words out as she exploded.  Blinding ecstasy washed over her, and through her.  She felt Niall and Aedan thrusting harder, their releases sending her off on another wave, lost in it all, but cherished between her men.

Sweaty, panting, they rolled over so she wasn’t crushed.  They held her tightly, whispering incomprehensible words.  All she heard, before she drifted off into her most peaceful sleep in five years, was this:

“Welcome home baby.”  Aedan kissed her cheek.

“We love you always, Siobhan.”  Niall kissed her other cheek.

“Love you both,” she managed the words as the peace engulfed her and lulled her back home.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Nashville Bound by Cristin Storm - 02/11/2012

February 2012 Entry for An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest

“It has been six months Jake.” Tessa missed him.




“I know babygirl, but this job is important for us.” Jake knew it would be hard on Tessa. Six months was too long for him as well, but she needed His reassurance. He had only two weeks left on this mission, and then they would be together. He laughed at her as she tried not to pout.



“Tessa, babygirl. Are you pouting?”



“No, Sir.” Tessa whispered. She was trying to be strong. Knew this job meant a lot to her keeper, and to them. “Yes, I am sorry Sir.” She admitted defeat.



“Come to Nashville baby. Let us meet there. It’s halfway between us, and we can both be there tomorrow.” Jake needed her badly. They were new to one another, but the fire between them was imperishable.



“Really? Sir, are you sure?”



Jake was more than sure, just hearing the joy in his Tessa’s voice. “More than sure babygirl. Look, I just booked your ticket. You leave in two hours. Can you be ready?”



“Yes Sir!” Tessa was running to the shower as he gave her further instructions.



“Calm baby. Listen, just wear something comfortable for the plane, bring the black bag, and Tessa?”



“Yes, Sir?”



“No more orgasms until you get here.” Then Jake hung up.



Jake had a little more to finagle to get himself clear for the next 24 hours, but seeing his babygirl, he could almost kick himself in the ass for not doing this sooner. So, with her flight arranged, he had a lot to do before she arrived in Nashville. In less than five hours, Jake was going to be buried in the sweetest pussy he has ever experienced. He waited forty years for her, and she was perfect. Now he needed to make one call, then get his camera equipment ready. Tessa was going to be the perfect picture.



Tessa arrived in Nashville and she was strung with excitement, and sexual tension. She hadn’t realized how much she needed Jake, and she was not ashamed to admit it.



“Tessa Clark?”

“Yes.” Tessa glanced at the chauffer, and noticed he held Jake’s card in his hand. “Mr. Addams asked me to drive you to the hotel.”



“Of course.” Tessa smiled.



“Shall I get your bags?” the nice young driver asked.



“This is all I have.” She hefted the black bag Jake asked her to bring, and a slight flush peppering her face. The bag hit a snafu coming through security, but it worked out with little interference.



“This way then, ma’am, Jake is waiting back at the suite.”



“I am ready.” Tessa knew she was more than ready. Jake was her everything. She had been divorced for 7 years, and at the lovely age of 43, she never thought she’d find the perfect person. Jake had showed her so much about life, trust, and love. They were an extension of each other, something she never felt with her ex.



Jake waited, albeit, impatiently for his girl’s arrival. He received a call from concierge that the driver was on his way with Ms. Clark, and his blood decided then that it needed to pool south. As in all in his dick. He ached for Tessa. Every moment they have been apart has been pure hell, but hearing her voice every night, reminding him that she did belong solely to him.



Tessa knocked on the suite door. She was so wet, so excited, and knew he’d also find a way to punish her for pouting. She couldn’t decide if she should jump him first, remove her coat and show him exactly what was underneath, or just kneel, needing that stronger D/s connection they shared.

She quickly decided to kneel, but first she removed her long coat.



Jake lost his ability to breathe when he opened the door to their suite. “Tessa.” Jake knew his hands shook as he took in the sight before him. She was naked, with the exception of her training collar, a lacy black thong, and her red fuck-me-make-his-dick-hard heels. Her position was every Dom’s dream. She presented herself like she had been in this lifestyle all her life.



First thing he noticed was her breasts. Her nipples tightened the longer he stared. A gorgeous flush rose from her chest to her face. Gods how he missed her. Her red hair was down, flowing over her shoulders and to her large breasts. She hardly ever wore make-up, but her eyes… she always added a little something to make those unique gold/green eyes glow. Right now, those eyes were casted down, and she sat there in perfect position awaiting his command.



“Tessa, babygirl.” Jake took her into his arms as he moved them into the room. He couldn’t wait. He had to have her now.



Tessa’s head swam with excitement. “Jake, Sir.” She was in his arms, naked, wet and wanting.



“Babygirl, I cannot wait.” Jake breathed against her throat. “I have to have you, right now.”



“Yes, please, Sir. I need…” Her words became a wail, Jake wasted no time. Before she finished her sentence, he had her against the wall; her thong being pushed aside by his exciting touch as her legs hooked into his arms. She was spread wide, feeling his thrust into her.



“So tight baby, so wet.” Jake felt like he grunted more than spoke, but her soft mewels, and her tight sheathe was more than he could handle. He pounded his cock into her. He knew she would be sore, but right now, he needed to feel her pussy as it convulsed around his cock.



Jake barely managed to move them to the dining table. He layed her out like the true feast she was about to become.



“Tessa, baby, you are so fucking tight.” Jake wrapped one hand around her neck, and collared her. He held her where he wanted, but knew this is what she missed the most. She needed his control.



“Sir, please. May I come?” Tessa knew she was on the verge of exploding. Her whole body tingled, and she needed to know it was okay.



“Yes my angel, come for me. Come for me now Tessa.”



“yes! Oh gods, yes….” Tessa felt her whole body explode. It was like a giant flash from a thousand cameras.



“Beautiful baby, absolutely beautiful.” Jake crooned to her, riding the end of his orgasm triggered be her tight, hot pussy clamping on his cock like a vice.



“Tessa, love.”



“Sir, I think I will call you Nashville.” She smiled against his chest, knowing he was going to have her bathed, fed and fucked again.