An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Ellen Joy by Peter Symes - 02/25/2012

February Entry for An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest

Ricky and I were out in the parking lot playing our version of handball. Really it was just slapping a tennis ball against the factory wall and keeping a pseudo type of tennis score. Boy it was hot. Our shirts were off and our twenty year old muscles glistened in the high sun. In mid-match Ellen Joy, the freelance artist our company used, sauntered out onto the loading dock. Ellen Joy was in her thirties. Five feet five inches of Italian woman enigma . She had straight black hair cropped in a 1970’s feather cut with bangs that swept seductively over her left eye, perfectly tanned skin, and well formed breasts that stood up proudly in their bra-less state for the day. Today, sporting a floppy sun hat, a sheer peasant blouse over tight jean shorts and lace up sandals she caught my attention immediately and made me miss my shot. Ellen dressed as she pleased at work. With her long relationship as company freelance artist and resident Bohemian she had the freedom to do so. I do not think the boss, Sheldon complained her attire either.




Even at this distance I could detect large brown nipples under the sheer white blouse . With my limited experience of skinny blonds and red headed Irish girls, those nipples were an endless focus of my attention. I think Ellen Joy sensed that. She would alway give me a big smile with her sparkling white teeth couched in full sensuous lips as she bounced through the dock on her way to meet with Sheldon. But that was only a teaser of the best part. It was the full round buttocks that wiggled through the loading dock that would grab Ricky’s and my eyes like super glue when she passed.



Woof!



Today she watched a bit and then sent a big smile in our direction as she slowly looked our sweaty shirtless bodies up and down with a leer I had never seen on a woman's face before, punctuated with a salacious wink in our direction. Since it was at a distance Ricky and I would argue the rest of the afternoon over who it was meant for.



That argument was settled when first thing next morning Sheldon had an assignment for me. Apparently Ellen had forgotten the product sample she needed for her design work and I was to deliver it to her studio at precisely eleven AM. The time was made clear to me, twice.



I was at her door at eleven on the dot. The studio was actually her apartment, so I was a little shy, but very curious to see how a thirty year old Bohemian artist lived. The door opened and there was Ellen Joy, hair wet and blacker than usual but still seductively straight and provocatively swept over her left eye. She had a blue satin robe loosely draped over her fragrant freshly showered body. I stammered a few apologies for being too early though I knew I wasn’t . She put me at ease quickly by waving me in and closing the door behind her. The view of her round booty was exceptional in that rather sheer robe as she led me into the room. When she turned her robe was perched perilously close to slipping beyond those extraordinary aureoles.



Ellen Joy held the package up to the light which streamed through the large apartment windows affording me a tantalizing silhouette view of her curvy womanly frame. When Ellen Joy turned she said, “I am going to need your assistance for a few moments. Can you pitch in for the company?”



“Of course,” I said eagerly not really knowing what I was agreeing to, but since the front of the robe was now revealing the dark brown edge of one of those brown disks of desire, I would have agreed to anything.



“I need you to photograph something as a font style I am thinking of using. I have tried but I cannot get focus or a proper angle for my needs.” With that she handed me a simple digital camera. I was momentarily disappointed but hope sprang eternal as did an erection when she turned and lowered her robe revealing her bare back with tattoo above her bulbous black tonged behind.



Ellen Joy peered over her shoulder to see the look on my face and then explained. “If you look real close at my tattoo and stop looking at my ass you will see that it is made up of very tiny script. I need you to get a clear picture of that for reference. If you do a good job on that maybe I’ll show you my tits.” For emphasis she had demurred and wrapped her arms to cover her breasts.



I set to the task at hand while still enjoying the scent of this freshly showered Italian beauty. I took a couple of shots and once satisfied I showed her my work.



“Good job,” she exclaimed and pirouetted around while raising her arms high above her head. She stuck a pose that displayed the most perfect pair of large brown nipple covered boobs to crowning seductive effect. I basked in the vision of her straight black hair framed her features, her flawless tanned bareness, and full womanly hips. Ellen Joy approached me and ran her arm along the ridge of my broad shoulders. My hand caressed her hip as I greedily reached for a handful of her firm round ass. Ellen Joy whispered in my ear, “Now see if you can write me story with your tongue in that tattoo font so I can really feel it”



With that Ellen joy pushed down on my shoulders bringing me to my knees as as I pulled her thong to her ankles leaving me face to face with her full retro nineteen seventies Italian black bush in my face. She draper one of her legs over my broad shoulders which opened the moist pink rose beneath the furry fringe. As my tongue made slow sweeping motions across the slick palette of Ellen Joy’s cunt I wrote of desires I never told a girl before, but Ellen being a women understood. As I worshiped at her moist curly black haired altar with my young and resolute tongue I heard her say breathlessly “I think I am going to need you for the rest of the afternoon. Let me call Sheldon, He’ll understand.”



Her instruction and suggestions that afternoon payed dividends with many a skinny blond and red headed Irish girl for many years to cum.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: The Cocktail Party by Mina Lamieux 02/21/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words: Februay 2012 Entry

“Fuck this shit,” Craig gulps the last of his whiskey and hisses as the alcohol burns down his throat. He’s had enough of the annual corporate cocktail party. Same boring party, but different year. At least he’s managed to get his fill from the open bar. His decision to come by cab was a smart one. As Craig fiddles in his suit pocket for his cell phone, he is suddenly distracted by a lovely vision of feminine beauty. She’s tall and slender with just the right curves. Her black gown sparkles in the light of the giant chandelier overhead. Craig no longer feels the need to depart the cocktail party so quickly. He waves another whiskey over from the waitress, as he keeps his eyes on the black gowned beauty. He feels a stirring in his pants as he watches her move across the room, searching for someone. Their eyes meet and the blood instantly rushes to his growing erection. Craig shifts his posture and nods a hello at her. She smiles sweetly, sweeping a wisp of dark hair behind her ear. Craig waves her over and as she is about to take a step towards him, another man takes her arm.




“Amy!” says the man. “You’ve made it, finally!” Amy is quickly led away to the other side of the bar, but not without giving another backwards glance at Craig.



“Fuck, just my luck,” he grumbles. “My boss’s date.” He and Steve, though they get along professionally, never get along in more personal settings. The two avoid each other at all costs. Steve always hosts the annual corporate cocktail party. It’s his shining hour to rub elbows with the big wigs. Craig despises his brown nosing and more so, the fact he has such a beautiful date like Amy, on his arm tonight.



Craig’s whiskey arrives and he begins to gulp it down as he watches Steve and Amy make their rounds around the room. No doubt the big wigs appreciate such a lovely trophy on Steve’s arm.



Suddenly, Amy excuses herself from the group of men and makes her way towards the door that will lead her out of the banquet hall. She smiles at Craig as she passes by and instantly his pulse races. He knows the alcohol is coursing through his brains, but he can not deny the scent of her perfume as she passes by. He wants her. He wants to touch her in places that maybe Steve never has and in ways he probably never could.



Craig put his glass down and quickly makes his way out the door in search of Amy. He walks down the corridor, passing by the ladies room. Could she be in there? No. He catches a glimpse of her outside on the balcony behind glass doors. She is smoking a cigarette and to his delight, she is alone.



Craig looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is paying attention. A group of chatty, drunk women make their way to the washroom. Craig decides to make his move. He notices the curtains have been drawn away from the doors. He quickly unlatches the curtains and makes the fabric fall in front of the doors, shielding any outsider’s view.



Quickly, he shuffles through the curtains and opens the door to the balcony, closing it behind him. A startled Amy looks at him, before letting a poof of smoke escape her lungs.



“Jesus, you scared me. I thought you were Steve.” She giggles.



“Why? Does he not approve of you being away from his side?” Craig’s distaste is evident in his voice.



“No, silly,” Amy pats Craig on the arm, causing his cock to throb. “He doesn’t approve of my smoking.”



“You know,” Craig moves in closer to Amy. “I can think of something else he wouldn’t approve of.” He takes her in his arms and begins kissing her. His lips press hard into hers. At first she begins to resist, but then her body begins to relax into his. Amy flicks the cigarette off the balcony and wraps her hands around Craig’s neck. She opens her mouth and their tongues begin to dance. They break their kiss and pant with lust.



“I do believe you are right…. I don’t even know your name?” Craig watches Amy’s chest heave as the words escape her mouth.



“My name is Craig and I want you Amy.”



“How did you….?” Craig kisses her again, only this time, he lets his fingers do the talking. He runs his hands up and down her sides and she moans into his mouth. His hand cups her breast and he finds her nipples fully erect to his touch. He must have them in his mouth.



He moves his hands to the back of her gown and slowly unzips her. The fabric falls to a puddle at her feet.



“You’re crazy, Craig! Right here?”



“Yes, Amy. Right here.” He devours her breasts making her gasp and moan. While one hand cups and squeezes her breast, the other holds it in place for him to suckle. Her nipples are hard in his mouth. His cock is hard and presses against his pants. He stops long enough to shed his suit jacket and dress shirt, before devouring her once more.



He runs his hand down her side, through the black string of her thong and squeezes her ample flesh making her gasp. Amy’s hand finds his and she presses him harder into her thigh, willing him to squeeze her harder till it leaves a mark. Her lips find his ear and she whispers, “Take me. Right here, right now.”



Craig turns her around and Amy’s warm flesh is pressed into the cold cement of the balcony. She holds on as she feels Craig slide her thong down her legs. She steps out with one foot before spreading her legs and arching her back. She wants him. She wants him to take her like this out in the balcony.



Craig unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. They fall to his knees. He doesn’t care how ridiculous this could look to an outsider watching. All he knows is, he’s going to fuck Amy. He’s going to fuck, naked, beautiful Amy under the moonlight out on the balcony.



Craig’s erection is strong. He pushes against Amy’s swollen pussy lips. Her wetness bathes him as he presses forward. His cockhead pushes into her folds and she nearly screams as he stretches her around him. He thrusts deep into her and the air is forced out of her body. Over and over Craig thrusts hard into her.



“Yes, like that,” Amy pants. “Fuck me hard and fast just like that.”



Craig speeds up his pace. He fucks her like an animal. His hand takes hold of her dark hair and he pulls her back into him. She moans loudly as he continues to fuck her tight pussy. He rides her. He takes in every beautiful movement of her body. He listens to every gasp and moan of her pleasure until finally, after she howls her orgasm into the moonlight, Craig pulls out of her, releasing his own orgasm all over her backside.



Amy feels the warmth of each spurt hitting her backside while Craig growls in pleasure. His spunk begins to run down her leg as he smears the last of his sex on her skin. Panting, he steps back, looking at the masterpiece he has just created. Fuck, she’s beautiful. He pulls his pants back up and puts his shirt and jacket back on, adjusting himself as if nothing has happened at all.



Craig helps Amy pull her dress back on and zips her up. She kisses him deeply while placing her thong in his suit pocket.



“Something to remember me by.” She smiles. “Would you like a smoke?”



“I don’t normally smoke,” Craig says. “But tonight, I shall make an exception.”



The two light up and admire the silence of the night and each other’s company before the doors to the balcony open abruptly.



“There you are, Amy!” Steve’s voice bellows. “And you are smoking! You know how much I hate that!”



“Yes,” Amy answers coyly. “I do know how much you don’t approve.” She flicks her cigarette over the edge of the balcony and gives Craig a smile over her shoulder, before joining Steve once more and leaving.



Craig watches her leave and grins to himself. “Fuck, what a night.” He can’t help but chuckle as he thinks about Amy’s skin painted in his spunk underneath her dress. He pats the fabric of her thong within his pocket and looks down on the ground. What’s this? He picks up the small card, a business card. It’s Amy’s. He tucks it away for safekeeping. “Till we meet again,” he smiles.

An Eortic Pic 1k Contest: Aurora Borealis by Kendel Davi -02/21/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Entry: February 2012

“Have you ever seen the Northern Lights?” Paxton huffs as he carries the last of the luggage inside the cabin. His childlike enthusiasm crawls into Martika’s being and conflicts with the reason why she’s here. She gives him a look that can cut diamonds.




“Why don’t you take the bags up to the bedroom while I start a fire?”



Her tone is as icy as the Alaskan air outside. Paxton grabs the bags, heads to the staircase and then looks back at her confused.



“It’s the second door to your right,” she replies before she moves to the stack of wood by the fireplace.



A flood of memories hit her as she reaches the wood. The glorious summers, the harsh winters and the skylight above, where she would look at the stars, as her grandfather spoke about the history of her people. She can almost hear his voice now, whispering for her to fight but a judge in New York has all but sealed her fate. With a strike of a match, the whispers go silent and her mind locks on the amber light which dances between her fingertips. She kneels and places the lit match to the wood and watches as the flame attaches itself to the logs that hold her memories.



“I thought you might want a drink?”



She turns to see Paxton holding two glasses of cognac in his hands. His strong jaw frames his boyish smile as he extends his arm. She takes the drink as the flames from the fireplace dance in the dark brown of his eyes while the muscles in his hands gently hold the delicate glass.



“This place is amazing. I can’t believe he’s forcing you to sell it.”



“I don’t want to talk about him.”



Martika takes a sip of cognac and turns back to the fireplace as another image tied to this place flashes in her head, the image of her soon to be ex-husband fucking somebody else in their bed when she returned to New York from her grandfather’s funeral.



Her body stiffens as the flames fuel her acrimony and the bitter orange of the Grand Marnier can’t seem to wash that feeling away until a sturdy arm wraps around her waist.



“Then don’t,” Paxton whispers as his lips find her earlobe. A delicate nibble awakens her senses as his youthful hands search through the layer of clothes to reach her body of experience.



She reaches back and places her hand on the firm bulge in his pants then she lets go and turns towards him with a smile and says “Look up.”



Paxton lifts his head to the skylight. Sprinkles of stars spread out in the darkness of night. It’s an amazingly sight for a kid from the city. There are no skyscrapers to blind the brilliance of the night sky, as he stands with his mouth open, searching the heavens and feeling the heat from the fireplace.



“It’s incredible.”



“And what about this?”



He looks at Martika and his mouth opens wider. There she stands in just a black lace thong with that glass of cognac in her hand. He didn’t hear the rustling of her clothes while his eyes devoured the sky. Now his eyes consume her smooth olive skin and ebony areolas as her erect nipples beckon to him.



“What are you waiting for,” she asks as she downs her cognac and places the empty glass on the table next to the couch. He hands her his glass, grabs the edges of his sweater and pulls it over his head. He tosses it on the couch as the light from the fireplace catch the ridges of his stomach muscles.



Martika holds his glass of cognac above her breast and turns her wrist, sending a stream of golden liquor down her body. Paxton extends his tongue from his already open mouth and tastes how the flavor of her skin ignites the essence of the liquor. Instantly transfixed, he clutches her thong as he licks up her body.



“Fuck me,” she whispers and grabs the front of his jeans, yanking them down and ejecting his rigid cock from its denim cover. Martika wraps her hand around it and teases the head with her thumb. Paxton’s breath staggers as he locks his eye hers before placing his hand on her pussy.



She gasps and grinds on his palm. Each swivel of her hips dampens his hand. He places a finger at the base of her opening and slides a finger inside her. Martika bends her knees to apply more pressure and Paxton follows until they are both on their knees. The crackle of the fireplace mixes with the sound of Martika’s soaked pussy when a sudden burst of green light, followed by a ripple of violet that merges into a flicker of yellow from above.



“It’s beautiful,” Paxton mumbles as he slows his hip thrust mesmerized by the Aurora Borealis above.



“Then lay back and enjoy it,” Martika murmurs as she lifts herself off of his hand and gently pushes him down on the rug.



He didn’t mean for them to stop and Martika had no intention of doing that. She straddles her body over him, grabs his cock and drives his fullness of into her cunt. Each thrust of her his is trailed by a change in the spectrum of light as celestial hues bond with their movements. Paxton grabs Martika’s hips and drives deeper inside her as she throws her head back to observe the celestial display. His cock pulsates as she contracts her pussy, coaxing him to release as the rapid changes in the colors of light match the power of their pounding into each other. Martika’s cognac flavored sweat slashes onto Paxton’s face from the slapping of her breasts against her body and he licks his lips to tastes every drop as he feels his cock swell to the brink of explosion.



Martika bites her lip as a trembling in the pit of her stomach spreads to her clit. Her toes lock as a wave of physical stimulation unifies with lights above. With a final thrust, she releases a primal scream and rains upon Paxton her uncontained release. Her pussy continues to contract as another burst of multicolored lights illuminate the sky. Paton holds his breath long enough to pull out from inside her before delivering a blast of white that showers her back, covering her lower back tattoo.



With in an instant, the spectacular dance of light disappears, leaving them sweaty and trying to catch their breath. Martika lifts her head off of Paxton’s chest as his breath slowly returns to normal.



“You brought all your paper work from the office with you, right?”



Paxton nods his head still trying to regains and normal rate of breathing.



“Good. I think I know how I can keep this place.”

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Exotic-Celestial Body by David Tower - 02/14/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words February 2012 Entry

This is what "Evelyn" traveled seventy and a half light years for: delectable human cock. Squatting in the parking lot behind some roadhouse in rural, northeast Kansas, E'lyn un-zipped the pants of this healthy, six foot specimen of well-toned masculinity to pull out a deliciously mammoth z'gis. She wrapped her left hand around the eleven inch shaft and they both groaned as his hefty girth slid past her wet, well disguised lips.


He saw a sexy brunette, five-four with thirty-seven inch, "All Natural" triple-D cup breasts, a nice waist, flat tummy and generous hips with a great ass, greedily gobbling his cut rod. All of what he saw was true, except for the brunette part. E'lyn reached under the short hem of her tight gingham dress and reached inside her black panties to finger herself as she tried with all her might not to do something too revealing. She just wanted to wrap her prehensile, forked tongue around this manhood to suck down his seed. G'lal, this cock was lusciously hard.

Ever since her closest estate-sister had told her how, tempted by these distant but beautiful kindred mammals, she broke the rules, revealed herself and "fucked" one, it was all E'lyn could think about. Now the light dusting of rare salts in his sweat seasoning the savory taste of his warm, impending delight teased her. She bobbed her head, repeatedly swallowing his member down her throat and split the end of her tongue without thinking. Sliding it along the sides of his shaft, E'lyn slowly stroked her tongue along the length, the split caressing him to the base of the bulbous head.

A heavier, exquisite taste of his z'rü teased E'lyn. The man's whole body trembled. The organ in her mouth twitched hard as he charmingly whined out "gawd," fighting to prolong his pleasure. He couldn't know that her salvia would keep him rigid and potent for hours, allowing her to bring forth the blissful flow as many times as she wanted and she wanted it. Not just tasting it in her mouth, but though the palate in her snatch, feeling it's warmth flooding into her womb.

That thought snapped her body hard with orgasm, so strong that E'lyn's lubricant soaked her hand as it flooded pinkly onto her black panties. Her control was gone, so it was time for his to go as well. She wrapped her tongue around the rod in her mouth three times, causing the man to scream out "FUUUCCK!"

Pushing him over the edge, stroking and milking him from every direction, his manhood pulsed as the luxurious seed gushed into her over and over again, a bounty of scrumptious z'rü so large that her desire to keep it in her mouth pushed the froth past his tumescence. He grabbed her head, forcing it down her throat, for control, balance or both, it didn't matter to E'lyn. Feeling the warm, wide manhood still pouring out loads of his passion, her tongue soaking in the carnal taste, caused another powerful climax.

Shaking in tandem as their fierce ardor began to fade, he slowly attempted to remove his still hard member from between E'lyn's lips, but her coiled tongue pulled him back in and a shock ran though his body as more delicious cum from fell from it's length. She looked up into his flinty eyes, seeing overwhelming lust with a touch of confused fear. E'lyn finally allowed him to push her head away, causing his z'gis to make a "POP!" as it's head passed her lips.

She stood and looked her fellow mammal in his eyes. If I want this, it's all or nothing. E'lyn collected some of his mouthwatering ecstasy from her lips with a finger and decided. Fuck it. With her nine inch tongue, she licked the viscous fluid off the finger touching her bottom lip. He was panting, fear battling his wanton hunger.

"What... what..." His still-ripe shaft, brazenly sticking out of his open pants told her all she needed to know.

With a husky sigh, she asked, "What did you think?"

"Fuckin' amazing..."

E'lyn unzipped the side of her snug dress and, pulling it over her head, exposed her bare breasts to the chill winds crossing the continental plains, her nipples hardening in the night air. As she turned and opened the side door of the "shag van" she'd purchased, E'lyn felt her black panties twist low around her hips. Tossing the dress inside with her left hand, she shimmied the black satin down her legs with her right. She turned and kicked the scrap of fabric at the man so accurately that they would have landed on his distended cock if he hadn't caught them.

"Do you want to fuck me," she asked the human.

E'lyn could see him take it all in: his orgasm drying on her chin, after a truly unearthly blowjob. The sodden panties in his hand with an abnormal soft pink glow of her licentious juices, winking from inside the crotch. Her large, fresh young teats with seemingly perfect, creamy skin. The amazing unnatural hardness of his dick. This girl picked him up in the bar in only five minutes and had dragged him out back to her bedroom on wheels, so ready to go. The man's only response was a lecherous, animal grunt.

Her cravings were so raw, it was all she could do not just take him. Though clenched teeth, she asked, "You want all of me?"

He could only nod.

Aith a thought, E'lyn keyed off her body camouflage and watched the man's reaction as a pixilated wave revealed her true self: Deep sapphire skin, pitch black in shadow, reflecting bright cerulean in the lights of the parking lot. Hair a soft amethyst wave, lips the color of mulled wine. Eyes emitting a bright amaranthine light shocked him, but her nipples, a matching orchid phosphorescence in her ravenous lust, fascinated. She had five nipples a breast, her left had two pierced with a ring and a bar, obviously purchased here on Earth.

The man from this planet hadn't run off in terror and now the girl from 16 Cygni b was panting. "If you thought my mouth was amazing, hotness, you wont believe what my cunt can do."

E'lyn saw him twitch. Did his z'gis just get harder? She watched the object of her lust's shaft leak more of that succulent fluid and it was all she could do to not just jump onto his broad chest, sheathing his manhood in her slit. E'lyn clenched her agile vagina as a small, tight wave of pleasure ran though her and they both gasped with carnal need they heard her cum splat on the pavement.

"Oh, for G'lal's sake, just fuck me already!"

Following his manhood, he grunted and surged at her like a beast. A powerful arm lifted her up off the ground and pulling her into the van. Grabbing him with one arm around his neck, E'lyn ardently kissed him and he kissed her passionately back before her free arm reached out to slam the door of the van shut, concealing them from the stars.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Eagerly Awaiting by Arien Adora

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

To some, being a woman of the night is deemed as an unsavory career choice. To Arien though, it is a way of life. She was not your usual escort girl. She was something much greater than that. Her clients paid top dollar to spend the evening with her, as they knew they would receive nothing less than complete pleasure. A night with Arien, meant a night filled with unbridled lust. To anyone watching on they would never suspect her to be a woman of the night, yet a sophisticated woman that her partner obviously adored.




On this particular night Arien was due to meet a new client. Her number had been passed on by another who Arien knew would not wish harm to her. It was earlier in the day when the phone rang. Before she even had the chance to say hello a deep lustful voice filled her ear.



“I wish you to come to the Beverly Hotel. Expect to stay the evening and you shall be well compensated for your time. Do you agree?”



Arien thought for a moment and quietly whispered, “Agreed Sir.” She had already received word that this particular client would expect complete respect as he could be a bit dominating.



“There will be a key for you at the desk. Wear nothing more than a coat and lingerie. I will expect you around eight pm.”



With that, there was a click as the other line died. Arien remain standing there for a moment with the receiving in hand wondering what she had just gotten herself into. She knew she would be safe but something in his voice told her she was about to go through an evening she had yet experienced.



Throughout the day Arien could not help but find herself drifting back into the heaviness of his voice. How sultry it was, and how excited she was finding herself to become in the thought of meeting this man. Normally Arien was good at keeping her emotions at bay. She learned long ago how to keep her thoughts, actions and feelings in line. This man though, made Arien completely excited in the thought of him wanting her.



With the evening now upon her, Arien was quick to make sure her body looked perfect in every way possible. After the initial call she had received another call by his assistant telling her exactly how he preferred his women. So now Arien was following through with the requests given. She wore very little makeup as he preferred it that way. Her long wavy brunette hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. Her skin was silky smooth, and her toes were painted a very settling pink. After slipping into the black lace panties and bra that was sent over for her to wear, the only thing left to do was slip on the appropriate heels and go. As she passed the mirror she could not help but to pause for a moment and gaze at herself. She hoped he would find her just as sexy as she felt in this very moment. There was something simplistic about her look tonight that made Arien glow just a little bit more.



With a slip on of her long velvet lined coat she headed out the door. The air was crisp during this time of year. In a short period of time the hotel was only a block away. Arien was becoming more excited as she rushed down the street. Once she could see the hotel in front of her she stopped for a moment to coach herself on her emotions.



“Relax woman! He is just a man. No different than anyone you have met before,” she whispered to herself.



If this is the case then why did Arien feel herself growing wetter in anticipation of his touch? Shaking her head free of the thoughts she entered the building. After receiving the key, she headed to the designated room. There was a faint glow coming from within the suite. As she rounded the corner, there she saw a man sitting on the sofa. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of baggy well worn jeans. The way they laid on his hips as he rose from the sofa made Arien simply melt with desire. He quickly moved around her and helped her out of her heavy coat. Tossing it to the side, she savored the feeling of his hands as they drifted down her body. With ease he unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. There was something about this man that made Arien ache all over. Instantly she could feel the need growing between her legs as he moved around her body. No words were spoken as he pressed himself firmly against her. Lustfully his lips took control of hers. Normally Arien was quick to refrain from any type of kissing, but she simply was unable to deny him anything he might wish.



His hand held her firmly against his body, as the other drifted down catching the thin lace of her panties. The feeling of his fingers digging into her flesh made her whimper in need.



“Take me,” she quietly whispered in his ear. Still he said nothing as he moved away from her, and sat back on the sofa. He had a dark lustful gaze that filled his eyes. Directly behind her, Arien noticed a chair with a note on it. Gently she eased the lace panties off her body before turning to see what the note read. It simply stated, “Show me how eager you are.”



She could not help but to smile as she was more than willing to show him anything he desired. Easing herself into the plush chair she opened her legs wide so that she could reveal her needy sex to him. Slowly one hand moved down her body, as the other massaged her breast. When she used her fingers to spread her wet lips open, he smiled softly. Arien continued to tease her body with her fingers as she could feel her clit beginning to throb in anticipation. Arien watched as he rose and slipped his clothes from his body. Her motions never stopped as she teased herself more. The scent of her aching need filled the space around her, and softly she laid her head back against the chair.



Arien went to slip two of her fingers in the drenched slit but he was quick to stop her. When she felt him push himself deep into her aching hole she opened her eyes. It was almost as though he were hovering over her as he continued his quest of taking her body. Loudly she moaned, as the excitement of the night had made her body ache for this very moment. Normally, she was much more professional when it came to serving her clients, but there was something very different about this man. Something desirable about the way his heated breath on her nipples made her body scream for more.



Her thoughts were quickly lost as he began thrusting into her dripping slit. Each thrust was strong, yet gentle. Tightly she clamped herself around his engorged cock as he relentlessly took control of her body. He seemed to fit perfectly within her and in a matter of moments had her begging to release in orgasm. He grunted loudly in approval and just as quick as they started, everything ended as they shook against one another. Slowly he slipped away from her as he whispered, “That was only a taste of what will come.”

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.

An Erotic Pic Worth 1k Contest: Hooker by Eve 02/02/2012

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

“People visit hookers because you can do stuff with a hooker that you normally can’t do,” he’d said.


She looked at him with a quirky expression, then asked teasingly, “And what stuff would you do, if you were with a hooker? If I were a girl you’d hired for the night….?”

He blushed, experiencing a rush of arousal at the images that came to mind. She on all fours, wagging her ass invitingly as she looked around at him. Or riding him, taking her pleasure from his all-too-willing body. Or even just sucking on his cock, her face forming the perfect frame for an image he’d remember for a lifetime.

Perhaps she’d read his thoughts, because she smiled knowingly and turned away. With her back to him, she fell into a silent reverie, looking out of windows which stretched from floor to ceiling, affording a magnificent night view of the city. The demure cut of her white shirt contrasted with the tightness of her elastic black skirt. He could just make out the shape of each buttock through the slinky material – and with a sudden driving curiosity, he wondered if she was wearing panties. Silhouetted against the dark glass, standing with her legs spread just a little wider than necessary to maintain her balance in high heels, she seemed to be tempting him, issuing a silent invitation.

Tonight. Now or never. He stepped up behind her, his cock pressing into the crook of her ass.

“If you were a girl I’d hired for the night, this is what I’d do,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her, rubbing his cock slowly but insistently against the crease between her buttocks. She moaned, arching her back, pushing against him. With a thrill of delight, he responded by roughly nuzzling her neck, his hands reaching for her buttons. Press-studs, he found, to his surprise – popping them open was a matter of seconds, and he soon had her sensitive nipples between his fingers, the curve of the pulled-down bra serving to push up her breasts. He shifted both his hands to her wrists, holding them so that her palms were pressed against the glass as closely as her tits, her hardened nipples forming bull’s eyes for any observer looking in. She was breathing heavily, making little sounds of pleasure, as he kept dry-humping her.

Suddenly, she turned around, and with surprising strength, pushed him down onto the sofa behind him. There was an expression on her face that he’d never seen before – a little bit of shy excitement, mixed with a sexual confidence that he found intensely stimulating. Propping herself up with her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself carefully onto him until her tits were just above his face. She pushed down both sides of the lacy edge of the bra, making her tits squeeze forward, then abruptly crushed his face between her soft twin globes, taking his breath away. Her dangling tie which she’d forgotten to undo was handing askew, and the effect, together with the white blouse hanging open, was to conjure fantasies of a naughty secretary. He could feel his hardon throbbing, and his head was swimming slightly with a sense of intoxication. Delicious tits. He placed his hands about her waist, lifting her slightly so he could fasten his mouth onto her left nipple. This elicited a wordless whimper, and she gripped his head with both hands, her fingers entangled in his hair. He could smell her sweet musky scent, and couldn’t resist slipping a finger up between her thighs. Panties drenched. Inevitable since the pussy beneath was dripping wet, so slick that he groaned in arousal at the thought of penetrating her.

His light touch must have triggered a similar thought process in her, because she stepped back, pulling off her tie and reaching for the zip of her skirt. In the same instant, he’d pulled off his shirt and discarded it behind him. Standing there, legs apart, his well-toned body arousing her more than he guessed, he was the embodiment of her dreams. And not just figuratively - she’d been dreaming of him almost every day this week.

He kept his eyes on her with an intent, almost ferocious expression, feeling his erection strain against the constricting trousers, watching as she responded by performing an impromptu striptease. Moving sensually, she turned her back to him, then let her open shirt fall from her shoulders, revealing her black lace bra. Turning back to face him, she unhooked the bra, leaning forward so that as it fell to the floor, her large breasts spilled out and then seemed to bounce for an instant before she grabbed the left one and lifted it to her mouth, stretching her tongue out to lick it daintily.

Topless now, she slipped her right hand down the front of her partially unzipped skirt, licking her lips in a deliberately provocative gesture. He narrowed his eyes, almost unbearably turned on as he pictured the path that her hidden hand was taking. And when she closed her eyes, with a sharp intake of breath through parted lips, he couldn’t keep still any longer, and he reached for the tight bulge in his pants, squeezing it with a barely repressed groan. At this, she opened her eyes again and with a deft movement of her left hand, the now fully-unzipped skirt fell to the floor, revealing her right hand in her panties. Her hand stayed where it was for a moment, and the look on her face was both mischievious and slightly guilty, as if caught in the act of being naughty. He found it irresistible.

Stepping forward in one swift movement he bridged the gap between them, crushing her against him with one hand behind her back, his other hand gripping her thigh painfully. Her hand instinctively reached down to her thigh, clutching his wrist with an urgency that made him slightly relax his hold. All the while, their eyes were locked, and in the silence, he could hear her panting softly. The proximity of her soft, inviting flesh, the feel of her hard nipples pressing into his chest, the scent of her arousal ….in times to come, he would replay this memory, seeing it almost as clearly as a photograph; two bodies joined at each area of skin contact, her burning hand over his, almost mirror images of each other except for their different physiques.

Tenderly, as if afraid to break the mood, he kissed her. She felt that kiss reach deep into her soul and then almost draw out her spirit, when he gently sucked on her upper lip. As his soft warm mouth lingered about hers, she felt lightheaded, caught up in a timeless moment of intense arousal. He sensed her body quivering helplessly, and pulled back slightly, looking deep into her eyes. The latter were wide open, hungry, almost pleading, and in them he found the answer that he sought. Satisfied, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her black lace panties and, her hand still resting on his, started slowly removing her last vestigial covering.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: A Mark In Time by Molly Moore - 01/30/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry.





“Nice tattoo, where did you get it?”


Maria’s hand almost instinctively curled around her waist and her fingers fluttered momentarily over the mark on her lower back. Any mention of the tattoo always seemed to make it prickle and fizz on her skin as if acknowledgement of it suddenly gave it life.

“I had it done years ago, on holiday in Spain. I don’t remember the name of the place.”

Maria often wondered when she said this line if the lie showed on her face. So far no one had ever given any hint of not believing her and over the years she had said it so often that at times she even believed it herself but only for as long as the words where on her lips. The moment they were out, her body would always remind her that it was a lie.

She often consoled herself with the fact that it wasn’t a total lie; she had been on holiday in Spain when she had got the tattoo and it was years ago but as for not remembering the name of the place that was a lie. She remembered everything about that time. She remembered the day of the week, the name of the shop, the smell of the man standing next to her, the feel of his hand holding hers and the warm throb of lust that beat between her thighs whenever he was close.

She had meet Luca in Pisa. He was waiting tables in a small restaurant. It had been a blazing hot sunny afternoon and she was tired of walking round this ancient city, in fact she was tired of ancient cities all together and so she had ordered a cold glass of wine, found herself a shady spot outside and settled down to watch the world go by.

By the middle of the afternoon the place was deserted and most of the staff from the restaurant had left to enjoy their afternoon siesta, apart from him. From time to time she could hear him moving about inside the restaurant, the scrap of a chair, the ping of a glass but she didn’t pay much attention, in fact she was so lost in her thoughts that when he slid the cup of coffee onto the table in front of her it made her jump. He apologised for startling her but then proceeded to take up residence in the chair next to her, stretching out his arms and legs and occupying the space in such a way that it irritated Maria.

She glared at him but he seemed to be completely oblivious to her annoyance and just smiled back at her before informing her, in perfect English that she had looked like a woman who needed a coffee and as he was a man who needed a coffee he figured they should enjoy them together. His arrogance stunned her into a compliant silence and for a moment they sat quietly next to each other until, reaching forward, he pushed the coffee closer towards and said,

“So why are you sitting here alone in this street in Pisa and not on a beautiful beach somewhere?”

And so she found herself telling him all about her trip around Europe and that she had seen enough ancient cities to last a life time and that the final part of her trip was exactly as he described; the beach in Spain. As she relaxed and the talk flowed she found herself losing track of time and before long the streets were starting to fill again and Luca was making his apologies and returning to work. She spent the rest of the evening there, eating and drinking the food and wine he bought and waiting. Once the restaurant was locked up he took her hand and led her down the dark streets to a small apartment.

That night Maria was changed forever. Luca touched her in a way that no other man ever had before or since. It was like he knew how to make her body work so that it would bring them both mind-numbing satisfaction. He was relentless in his pursuit of her sexual fulfilment and even when she lay exhausted on the bed and pleaded with him to stop he didn’t. Instead he turned her over and spanked her bottom until it was burning beneath his hand, then laying her back on the bed he held her thighs wide and used his mouth and tongue to bring her off to another screaming juddering orgasm.

3 days later Luca quit his job and they left for Spain. His Spanish was nonexistent as was Maria’s but it didn’t matter. They were not interested in the world around them; all they were interested in were consuming one other. Morning, noon and night they feasted upon their lust and Luca did things to Maria’s body that left her shaking, bruised, exhausted and deeply contented.

When they saw the tattoo parlour it had been her suggestion to go in but it was him who ended up choosing the tattoo. As she sat and watched the mark emerging onto his skin she could feel herself longing to reach out and run her fingers through the blood that was gliding down over his tanned muscular arm and smear it on herself. She wanted to be marked with everything he had, not just his hands, mouth, cock and cum as he had done so far but with his blood and with this ink; A mark that would live on her forever. They exchanged no words in that shop but when the artist had finished Luca turned to him and said

“Now her. The same tattoo, on her lower back”

When it was done they paid their money and left the shop. The moment they hit the street outside Luca snatched Maria’s wrist and pulled her down the alleyway at the side of the building. Pushing her up against the wall he tore her flimsy shorts from between her thighs and dragging her black lacy thong to one side he buried his cock deep into her cunt but as he began fucking her Maria spotted the tattoo artist leaning in a doorway further up the alley watching them, watching her being fucked like cheap whore. For a moment she wanted to run and hide but then the words started, igniting her burning lust for this man even more...

“Let him watch you, you dirty little bitch. He spent the time marking you for me, the least I can do is let him watch or maybe I should carry you back in there and let him do more than watch. Now you are marked properly I intend to really show you what it means to be mine”

...until she came, calling out his name into the warm night air.

That was nearly 10 years ago now. 10 years since she had seen that man, 10 years since she had heard his voice, or felt his touch, or kissed his lips or washed his body or bought him food and 10 years since he had had his mark scratched into her skin.

An Erotic Pic Worth 1k Contest: She's Mine by Cheri St. Michaels - 01/27/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry.

Jared walked into the bar, and there she was. Her back was to the door, preventing her from seeing him enter. Men surrounded her with several drinks in front of her. Apparently she had attracted quite a bit of attention.



Jared fumed at the site. As he scanned the length of her body, he saw the reason for the attention. She had on a pair of low rise jeans, that had ridden even further down her hips. They showed the tattoo on the small of her back, along with the top of the black lace thong she was wearing. No wonder men surrounded her.



Jared felt the tightening between his legs. Any time he looked at her, his cock hardened. Seeing her receive so much attention made him angry, but he also felt pride well us in his chest.



Jared the approached the group, placing his hand on the small of her back, covering her tattoo, dipping a little further to finger both the bare skin and the black lace.



He turned her around, planting a long, hard kiss on her. She leaned into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer.



“Hello lover. I was wondering when you would get here,” she said.



“I see you haven’t been lonely,” he replied.



‘These gentlemen have been keeping me company, but you know you’re the only man for me,” she responded as her hand snaked down his stomach reaching the treasure she was seeking. She smiled as she reached her hard reward.



“Let’s get out of here so you can fuck me,” she whispered into his ear.



Jared didn’t need to be convinced. “Sorry boys, you’ve had your fun, but she’s all mine.”



Jared grabbed her hand, leading her outside. They rounded the corner, where he pushed her against the building, crushing a kiss on her that made her weak in the knees. His hand slipped inside the fabric covering her center. He was pleased to find her wet and waiting for him.



“Did all those men around you make you this wet?” he asked.



“The attention was flattering and yes, it made me wet,” she answered as she ground against his hand. Whispered innuendos before he arrived had gotten her juices flowing.



Jared pushed her top up, revealing her creamy tits, unrestrained by a bra. As his mouth clamped down over one of her sensitive nipples, she arched toward him, allowing him to fully take her into his mouth.



He continued fingering her wetness, while suckling her tits. It didn’t take long for her to hit her peak. Her screams of ecstasy pierced the night air. She was lost in the orgasm, not for one moment caring if anyone heard her. All her attention was on the sensations sweeping over her body.



Jared removed his hand from her panties, pressing his fingers to her mouth. She eagerly sucked them, tasting the juice he had made flow so freely.



“I need to suck something else. Drop those pants for me,” she instructed.



Jared quickly unbuckled his belt, shoving his own jeans and his boxers down, giving her access to his now free rod. Her mouth engulfed him fully. She was not in the mood for slow and teasing. Jared’s head fell back as he let himself go with the sensations her expert mouth delivered.



Her tongue slid over the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft. This was one of his most sensitive spots. She alternated between lavishing attention to his favorite spot, and taking his full length deep into her throat.



Jared knew he was close to cumming, and while he loved her mouth and her ministrations, he longed to bury his cock in her slick pussy. He knew he’d slide in easily. He reluctantly pushed her back off his throbbing cock, pulling her up to give her a quick kiss before turning her around.



Her soft tits pressed against the hard brick wall. Jared undid her jeans, eagerly pushing them down to reveal the black lace. He pulled it to the side, sliding his fingers into her wet snatch. She bucked and ground against his fingers, loving the feeling, but wanting much more.



“FUCK ME! GIVE ME THAT HARD COCK IN MY WET PUSSY!” she cried.



Jared spread her legs, entering her in one swift motion. She gasped as he buried his full length deep inside her. He stroked in and out of her slippery hole with the urgency he felt when he walked into the bar.



She received a slap across her ass, leaving a bright red print. “You liked all those men staring at your tits, didn’t you?” he asked.



“Yes, it made my pussy hot,” she confessed.



Another slap as he plunged in again. “Did you check out their cocks?” Jared asked.



“Yes, I looked and some looked so yummy I imagined sucking them and fucking them.”



Another slap, and he stroked faster still. “You love cock. You like being fucked in the alley where anyone can walk past and see us.”



“Oh yes, I love it. I’m going to cum soon. Fuck me harder. I want your hard cock to cum inside me.”



Jared moved his hands. One pinched a nipple, while the other worked her sensitive clit. Only a few seconds of his added sensations gave her the orgasm they were both waiting for.



“OH FUCK YES! FUCK ME! SHOOT THAT HOT CUM IN MY WET PUSSY!” she screamed as her pussy gripped him, pushing him over the edge. He pumped her pussy full of his own juice.



When the last drop had been drained, he withdrew, turned her around, pushing her down to suck their combined juices from his cock. He relished the feel of her mouth on his now semi flaccid cock.



She looked up at him and smiled. “This is why I love being your wife.”



“Shall we go inside and have dinner, or would you like to eat something else?” Jared asked.

An Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Going Up by Samantha Woods

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, sexual tension palpable in the thick air. While she was noticeably nervous, he was calm. Controlled. Eyes fixed heavily on her.

The previous two hours were spent at the lobby bar, their little corner filled with a cocktail of mutual attraction, heavy flirtation and alcohol. When she mentioned that her room was a mere four floors above them, it became quite clear where the night was headed. Tossing back his drink, he slid off the barstool, swooping in behind her with a confident, masculine grace. Grabbing her jacket and her elbow, he leaned into her, his lips centimeters from her ear, his breath hot. "Let's go". Those two words reverberated through her body. They pulled at her nipples like teeth and sent a warm rush of fluid onto her panties. Now, only a short ride in an elevator stood in the way of what promised to be an intense night.

A loud ding pulled his eyes from her and he followed her into the small space. Once the doors closed behind her, she made a move to press the button, only to have him catch her hand, pulling it away. She looked at him questioningly and he simply shook his head. She watched him with curious eyes as he pressed the button, then waiting until the elevator began its ascent, hit STOP.

She cracked a smile as he turned to her, tossing her jacket on the floor. "Really? In the elevator? How cliche' is that?" She laughed. But he didn't answer. He simply leaned against the wall and began to unbutton his shirt. She watched as inch by inch of tantalizing, tanned skin was revealed.

Assured he was messing around she continued to protest. "We're totally going to get caught." He shrugged his shoulders from his shirt, pulling his arms free, the shirt joining her discarded jacket. Her eyes raked over his muscled chest. Gone was the teasing look in his eyes, replaced with heat. Hands moving to his belt, he manipulated it until he was able to reach the button of his pants. She spied the increasing bulge hidden under the confines of that material, making her mouth water. Her hands, shake.

"You know they've got to have security cameras in here." A quick raise of the eyebrows the only indication he heard her.

He pushed his pants down his hips, his erection finally freed. His deep voice rumbled through the small space. "You have such beautiful lips. I can think of much better ways to use them than to argue with me. Now, take off that dress."

She swallowed, taken back by his authoritative tone. She knew she should tell him to go to hell. Tell him that it's fucking arrogant to believe she's going to let him have his way with her in a public elevator when they barely know each other. She kept telling herself this while her hands betrayed her, reaching behind to lower the zipper, pulling it slowly down until the straps fell from her shoulders, the dress forming a green silky puddle on the floor. She watched his erection grow, pulsing with every beat of his heart and she felt her own pulsing underneath the scrap of black lace that remained. The only barrier between his eyes and her naked body.

With an almost expressionless face, he approached her. She licked her lips in anticipation. His large hands brushed the hair off her shoulders before his fingertips traced a path down her arms, a wave of goosebumps in their wake. He brought his lips to her skin, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone. Nuzzling her neck, he brought a hand down her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before running his palm down to the flair of her hips. As his fingertips pushed their way underneath that black lace, she let out a soft moan and grabbed his hand with hers.

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "I know. I know what you need." Dropping to his knees, he pulled the black lace down to her ankles, manipulating her legs, removing the soaked cloth and tossing it aside. His hands pushed at her thighs, leaving her no choice but to open herself to him. With a deep moan from the back of his throat, his eyes took in the sight of her swollen pink center, shining, dripping with her arousal. He inhaled deeply, appreciating her scent before thrusting his face into her wet mound. He wasted no time with teasing, his tongue immediately and skillfully finding her clit, already engorged and desperately needing release. Back and forth, he rubbed her, listening to her breath hitch and release as he quickly learned what pleased her most. When he found the motion that had her knees buckling, his hands grabbed at her thighs, supporting her against the wall. Higher and higher she flew, her hands grabbing at his hair. When her moans turned into cries and his tongue could feel her clench those sweet inner muscles, he pulled away.

"Noooo!" She cried out in frustration.

"Don't you worry."

He stood and pushed her hard against the wall, his mouth, still coated with her fluid attacking hers. His tongue pushed its way inside her, the taste of herself on him sending her to a new level of arousal. She grabbed his lip with her teeth, sucking and biting as she wrapped a leg around his hips. His hand slapped her ass with a painfully arousing sting before grabbing her thigh and pulling it tighter around him. He effortlessly lifted her from her feet and no quicker than she had her other leg around his hip did he thrust himself deep inside her. Her head fell back as she was momentarily frozen by that thick cock stretching her. He left her no time to adjust as he pulled out, almost all the way to the tip before slamming back into her. Each forceful surge of his body brought a surge of adrenaline though hers. She couldn't remember a time when she was taken so roughly yet was so turned on by it. Over and over again, he pistoned that cock into her flesh, primal male grunts accompanying every thrust, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Within mere moments she was on the edge once again, her body tightly coiled. When she could feel him begin to swell inside her, he let out a string of foul words shooting his hot come into her, battering her insides, sending her own body flying. Her pussy clamped down on him, her voice shouting out his name with every violent contraction.

Once both of their bodies began to calm down, their sweat cooling in the cold, recycled air, he pulled away. She threw her dress back over her head while he quickly dressed. Scanning the floor for her panties, he held out his hand. "Looking for these?" he asked cheekily, the soaked black material in his palm. She made a move to grab them but he quickly stuffed them in his pocket.

He released the STOP with a sly grin, letting her know that the night was not yet over.

An Erotic Pic 1k Words Contest: In The Darkness by Muffy Wilson - 02/01/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: February 2012 Entry.


In the darkness of the hallway, her shadow entwined with his, a single silhouette cut against the wall in the shadows of light and dark. The night was humid and steamy and both their bodies were covered in fine sweat. His tongue drew a line around her taunt neck. Pulling her hair back......oh, so sensuous and arousing........pulling her hair back he traced her quickening heartbeat in her neck and placed his eager, slightly quivering lips against the pulse of her arousal. Her knees failed her as she fell deeper into the darkness and his embrace. She plunged heartlong into their destiny.......

His hot breath tore across her hot nipples as he gripped the firm, white alabaster orbs that were her ass. Raising her slightly in his strong hands, then suddenly dropping her, he impaled her deep upon his rigid cock. Her nails bit into his shoulders as her mind succumbed to the feeling between her legs. She released an involuntary breath. He pulled her in tight wanting nothing more than to feel his growing passion against the soft beckoning folds where her thighs met. His body hardened against her soft flesh as she clasp her legs around his waist. Feeling his muscles against her inner thighs, the essence of sweat and sexual musk raised the animal instinct. Passion, like a fire raged, through the veins of his cock engorging his member to the fullest extent of its size. Swelling inside her, she felt his passion stretching the tight sensitive walls of her pussy......she felt his heartbeat in the head of his cock as he pounded her from within. She wove her red tipped fingers through his hair as her elbows, on his shoulders, raised and lowered her body rhythmically upon his iron shaft. She locked her ankles behind his back which kept her in tight against his ripped body. The sensitive pearl of her existence rubbed up and down with each movement against his taunt muscular stomach driving her own passions wild. She quivered, trembled and found her control waning.....her head rolled into his neck.....her breath quickened



He was going to take her to the edge, to a special place, somewhere she had never been before. Quickly, he withdrew his thick cock from her. Growling for her to lay upon the floor, his fingers played with her wet lips. Her hands fell to the soft wet folds where his cock had been. She ached for his touch as she arched her back and begged release. She opened her legs, dropping her knees outward to completely unveil her womanhood. She slipped her fingers into her silky lusciousness. She spread the slick lips of her labia and begged the darkness to ..... His lips touched below her navel. With his tongue tip he traced down to her wet labia, glistening with anticipation in the moon light. Kissing her inner thighs he could feel her muscles flinch. Slowly his tongue licked the outside of her lips. Then he flicks her clit as he spreads her hood. Her small hands wrap in his hair again as she arches toward his mouth. His warm mouth makes an ‘o’ shape and sucks her clit into his teeth. Gently clenching her clit in his teeth, he rolls it while his tongue flicks it. She moans and he licks her clit faster.



She felt her nipples harden as her clit enlarged and stretched into his mouth for more attention. Her back arched, he slipped his hands along the carpet around the soft flesh of her ass and grabbed her hands. She raised her hips to the natural arch of her back, thrusting her pussy up again to his mouth for more. He pulled her hands just under the cheeks of her ass, pinning her hands. He brought his thumbs up her trembling thighs, gripping her buttocks and fingertips; he opened her pussy with his thumbs so he could trace the outline of her loveliness in the darkness with his tongue. His technique drove her mad with anticipation and desire. She flushed and squirmed as she oozed more liquid welcome. "Please......" she begged breathlessly. "No..." he whispered, ".....not yet. I want to memorize your every curve.". He pulled his head away from her clit where he whispered his response and she whimpered... into natural warmth of his mouth. He let one of her hands go. His fingers slipped into her wet pussy as she screamed. Reaching up and upward massaging her little rough patch as his tongue hammered her swollen clit. She teetered on the brink of fainting but not quite…



Pushing into his fingers, he curled them upward then pulled gently as his thumb pushed her clit tightly against his teeth and insistent tongue. His fingertips found her G-spot as his tongue circled, flipped and tugged her clit. Her freed hand found his head as she held him tightly and grinded her sex into his face. The darkness was blindingly red and pounding. She felt the explosion rumble.....tumbling her into the red hot oblivion she craved. She lost her breath as her passion reached eruption and she raised off of the floor, screamed and came into his waiting mouth. The swells came one after another and she trembled as she clinched her legs around his head. He rode her out, enjoying the effect his skill had upon her....and on himself. He was solid hard and aching for her.....



He picked her legs up, spread them, and pushed them back. Rubbing his cock head against her engorged clit, he then began slipped his cock head in then out, but only the wide inch of it. She begged him to take her; he continued to tease her. Suddenly he withdraws.... she gasped, looked down and she watched him stroke his hard cock. He drives forward with his hips, cleaving her wet silky mound, burying his cock deep. Her nails dug deep in his back as he slammed into her….pulling all the way out, he drove his hard shaft in her again.



She felt the pulse of his heartbeat in the head of his cock buried deep within her. She choked, gasped and lost her breath as he withdrew and stared into her hazel eyes. She was frozen in his look. He broke a small, wicked smile then went to a dark glare. He paused.....then pulled her ass cheeks upward, threw her legs over his shoulders and buried his cock so deep within her he became part of her, one with her soul. He threw his head back, screamed as he pushed into her, lost himself in the folds of her spirit; gripped between her legs, her nails buried in his shoulders, his lips and teeth sunk into her parchment shoulder. "I cannot bear the pain, the ecstasy!"......



Love me! Love me! Love Me!.........oh, God, please! FUCK me......



He regained control; he watched her sensual lips draw taunt. His pace became hard and fast. The feeling of her smooth calves gliding across his shoulders drove him deeper into her. He could not get enough of her as she made him wild, stoking the fire that raged in his loins. Each thrust now sent intense sensations rippling deep into her wet cunt. Her eyes told him she was ready to cum again; her nails sent the message through his skin. Slamming into her faster, her eyes rolled back as she moaned loud, her pussy clenched his hard cock. She orgasmed with an intensity she never before felt. He explored her mouth as their two tongues entwined. Wanting all of her....



She devoured his tongue and fed on his kiss as she moved fiercely beneath his body. Pools of their body juices puddled between her breasts. Her skin glistened in the light and dark shadows dancing across their bodies as she responded to his touch. Her calves over his shoulders, she lifted her pussy up tightly to his buried cock and ground a rhythmic motion against his full, floating ball sack against the cheeks of her ass. In this position, she had complete control of her hungry pussy, taking his cock in to the full depth of her wanting sweetness. She clinched his cock and massaged his engorged shaft with silent, slippery muscles that drew the love out of him, through him - to her at her will. Squeezing again, clinching and releasing his cock, she felt the huge head of his cock pounding her interior walls. He paused, shoving in as deep as he could; she felt his heartbeat through the head of his cock against her taunt and enflamed cunt. God, she moaned silently, she wanted to cum right that second.......but she breathed, and waited for the fire to burn out of control until she could resist no longer. He dropped his clinched fist between their bodies and positioned his knuckles against her insistent pussy and sensitive clit. She rubbed against his fist, his knuckles pushing back the hood of her clit; exposed, her unprotected bead responded to the rhythms of her body against his, growing, reaching, enlarging. His cock felt bigger, harder, stronger and more demanding as she moved with hungry abandon. He withdrew, then plunged back over and over again. And it built, again, it built, again...the blue pain of passion turning red with the fire from within then.....then....yes, there, right there…



“I can’t breathe…yes...oh God, yes......fuck me, fuck me, yes please...fuck me.”



He felt her pussy tighten around his shaft; the clenched walls draw his liquid passion to the head of his cock as he erupts uncontrollably inside her…



Her clit ignited an explosion that raised her torso from the floor, buried her shoulders in the plush carpet and her head in his neck. She screamed in silence and whispered his name as she reels, contracts, flutters and released her heat in waves of shuttering cum. She bathed his throbbing cock with her fire-branded, honeyed juices and was then, at once, floating in a sea of white hot passion....



He lay across her shuttering body, relaxing within her soft heated darkness, and moved a small wet, auburn curl from her forehead with the tip of his finger. He looked lovingly into her hazel eyes, which were refocusing on reality.



“Happy anniversary, darling. How would you like to celebrate our 28th?”

Erotic Pic 1k Contest: Brief Encounter by Vanessa de Sade - 02/01/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Contest: Februray 2012 Entry.


The breathless night was stiflingly hot and unforgiving as Savannah tossed and turned in her arid bed. She had long-since discarded her flimsy nightshirt and it lay in a damp heap on the bare boards of her bedroom floor, her hot body completely naked except for a tiny pair of lace panties that clung to her immaculately waxed pussy like a second skin.

Aaron had warned that returning home for the summer after her freshman year at NYU was a bad idea. "You've tasted freedom in the Big Apple, girl," he admonished, running his tongue over her dark brown and painfully erect nipples, "home's never going to be the same again. And besides, what are you going to do for a whole summer without my big fat cock to make you smile?"



"Oh, I don't know," she teased, dark green eyes flashing, "maybe I'll find myself some home-grown dick, or maybe I'll just revisit some of my old high school galpals and get me some Southern pussy like we did in the good old days…"



"I'll want details… and photographs," he whispered, as Savannah broke from his grip and slid down his body, taking his cock in both hands and gently kissing the tip. "Jeez, I'm going to miss you…"



"Then best I give you something to remember me by when you're out on the prowl amongst all those lonely co-eds," she whispered wickedly, peeling his tight foreskin back and letting her tongue explore the naked head of his straining erection.



"Oh that is good," Aaron breathed, not thrusting into her yet, just letting her swallow him all up, "so very, very good…"



Savannah agreed, though she didn't like to say so, as she never spoke with her mouth full. But she could feel him getting more and more excited and taste his salty pre-cum, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he would start to rear and buck and send all his salty desire down her throat.



"Time for my facial," she teased, pulling his huge swollen cock out of her rich full mouth without warning and giving it a hard slow jerk. Aaron cried something that could have been "oh fuck!" and started to convulse, then what felt like a gallon of hot scalding liquid splashed on her immaculate cheeks and mouth, and made delicious sticky strings in her long mane of dark brown hair.



"That's what your missing this summer," she whispered, "don't ever forget that!"



***



"Fuck, I sure wish I had him here now," she sighed, tossing and turning in her bed. She had been trying fingers and a vibrator all night, desperate to cum and relax, but solo satisfaction didn't seem to be in the equation for her tonight and, try as she might, her beautiful split-peach cunt just wasn't going to oblige.



Disgustedly she gave it up as a bad job, and, her fingers still wet with her own aromatic pussy juice, she tiptoed out of bed and crept down to the kitchen, not bothering to reach for the flimsy wrap that hung on the back of her old bedroom door.



It was the dead of night and the big old plantation house was still, and Savannah was just about to enter the cool of the kitchen when a light glowed softly as someone opened the refrigerator door. Savannah, aware that she was almost naked, ducked into a shadowy alcove and watched, and there, in the half light of the open ice box, was her step-brother, Bo, not only completely bare-ass naked but sporting a big and half-hard cock to sweeten the pot.



Unaware that he was being watched he helped himself to a beer from the fridge and opened it, the open door still illuminating him like something out of an old film noir movie, and then, to Savannah's delight, he gave his big beautiful cock a hard squeeze as he drank, his already inflated member appreciating the gesture and sticking out hard in front of him.



"And what have you been doing all alone in the dark, baby brother," Savannah whispered, coming up behind him and snaking her hands down his belly and into his thick pubic hair.



"Savannah? Oh Christ, you gave me a start, what the fuck are you doing up at this time?"



"I don't think that you've got room to talk about anyone being up," she giggled, her hands already on the rock-hard shaft of the huge cock that was sticking out in front of him like a yardarm, "but in answer to your question I've been lying in bed playing with my pussy but I just can't get it to cum. Would you like to have a try?"



He didn't reply but turned and took her in his arms, his big hands peeling her panties down and revealing her perfect ass to the light of the fridge door, his lips hungry for hers.



"No, no kissing," Savannah scolded pushing him down to his knees, "that's just too weird, just put that tongue to work on my sweet little clam…"



Bo went willingly, kissing his way down her muscular bench-pressed stomach, finding her cunt easily and letting out a cry of surprise.



"You've lost your beautiful bush," he exclaimed then stopped himself, and began to quickly explore the inner crevices of her slit in an effort to cover up his faux pas.



"And how do you know how beautiful my bush used to be?" Savannah teased, surprisingly aroused after just two or three flicks of young Bo's, frankly amateurish, tongue technique.



She could feel his blush but he owned up to it, and she couldn't be mad at someone who was treating her pussy so good.



"The old shower room, there's a crack in the wall. If you stand in the cupboard next door you can see through…"



"And did you stand there and look at my sweet hairy bush while you played with that lovely cock of yours?" she asked as he brought her close to the edge with his clumsy tongue, his rock-hard cock pushing against her legs as he knelt at her feet.



He didn't reply for a moment and then it came. "Yes," he admitted as he tasted her sweetness, "for months and months on end…"



He might have said more but Savannah didn't hear him as her orgasm pumped through her like a tidal wave destroying all in it's path.



"Fuck me," she thought eventually, "I'm going to have to go night prowling more often. I might even run into my dear old step dad, Bo's not the only one who knows about that crack in the shower room wall!"