Welcome to the first post to honor "Twisted Tuesday", an idea where for one post, you swap blogs with another blogger. The idea is to give each other a "taste from the other side." When participating, you pretty much have carte blanche, but it is strongly suggested that you keep with the context or "vibe" of the blog you are guest-posting on. That's it. It's simple, it's easy and it's fun.
Well, here it is. The first Twisted Tuesday post.
"The Observer"
The expression "quiet as a church mouse" comes to mind. The way he sat there, watching, wanting...
It was a typical day at the office for her. Paperwork stacked in bunches on her desk, some unmethodically scattered about in disarray. Cute and colorful fish swam playfully on her computer screen, animated well to the point of seeming surreal. A standard yellow, number two pencil was strategically placed next to the decorative chopsticks that held the bun in her hair. Her fingers danced on the keys of an adding machine like a pack of frantic mothers looking for lost children. The intensity in her eyes. The passion and command she exuded in her work was like a waft of pheromones to the instinctive desire that is male. Her intricate splendor like a spider weaving an elaborate web, all to snare its desired prey. Oh yes, she was at her best in work. Focused, tempered, determined. Master of her own domain.
Those are the things that fed his intoxication as he sat there, studying her with a cat's curiosity and a wolf's hunger. A sense of power burned within his veins as he watched like a predator stalking from a veil of brush. Shall he take her now or continue to let the adrenaline nurture his desire? Show restraint from his hunger, or force her down and ravage her tantalizing flesh? Wait ... Wait until the depravity of thought becomes unbearable. There is always the right time to strike and with patience, it will surly come. After all, good things come to those who wait. A quaint, evil smile graced his plush lips with pride in his choice to stalk a bit more before ending the hunt.
After a final key stroke and a sigh of relief, her intense mathematical task came to completion. Leaning back, she slowly removed the pencil and Asian hair sticks from her loosely spun hairdo. Her golden locks fell to her shoulders in a gentle bounce, glowing angelically from the incandescent light above her. As she reached her hand back and delicately brushed the hair away from her cheek, a meandering breeze carried the sweet scent of her perfume straight to the obscurely awaiting figure. The top of her ample breasts peeked above the low neckline of her shirt. Her jutting cleavage glistened with a splendid sheen of light sweat, prompting him to lick his craving lips. Taking one of her hair sticks, she methodically traced the base of her neck with the tip. The soothing draw brought tingling sensations of momentary joy to her tattered patience. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, sorting her scattered thoughts into the darkness of her mind.
Her serene world shattered in an instant as a strong hand clamped over her mouth like a vice. With nothing immediately in sight, panic flooded her soul like raging rapids. Who? ... Why? A sinister voice of granite snapped the silence in a cold, chilling tone. "
Make a noise bitch and I will kill you." Stricken with fear, her eyes defensively snapped shut as she swallowed hard at her urge to scream. The rigid force around her mouth slowly released, revealing her trembling lips of crimson gloss. Before she could will the lids of her eyes to rise, she was blinded by a cloth of chilled silk. She froze in venerate fright as the last speck of light was taken from her by the jolting force of the blindfold being secured. A nimiety of screams swelled deep within the bowels of her throat, only restrained by her diaphanous will.
A heated breath danced behind her ear as a tuft of her soft hair was forcibly seized. The same blood-curdling voice spoke in dissonance once more. "
I've been watching you. I know you want this as much as I do ... perhaps even more." The thought alone branded her mind with distant confusion. Fear began to dissipate with familiarity as each panting breath filled her nose with an alluring mix of fine cologne and a sweet, odoriferous sweat. Her body inched toward ease in a perplexing manner. Still confused, yet growing in confidence, she began to accept her blackened prison and to relinquish herself to the powers that be. She softly smiled in acquaintance and relaxed her thawing muscles.
He summoned her to stand by a regnant tug on the bridal of hair he so compellingly held. She gracefully rose at his beckon as if lifted by an invisible force. In an instant, his other hand pawed at her shirt, violently ripping it open. The sound of the popping buttons bouncing from various objects was all but smothered by the deep seeded gasp that escaped her parched lips. The torn shirt was stripped from her body and the cool air chilled her heated skin. His lips assaulted her neck in a ferocious, feral lashing. Again her lips forcibly parted from a bellowing gasp. She surrendered the meaty flesh beneath her ear as his hand grabbed at her swelling breasts.
As the sound of her chair being kicked away raised her brow beneath the silken cloth, her head was forced down upon the desk, precariously bending her over. Ecstasy ran rampantly through her mind, body and soul as she was thrust into submission. His hand slid gently around her waist and unbuckled her pants. He then slid his hand back around and reached down inside the back of her pants. His fingertip seemingly traced the tight crevice of her ass as he took hold of the banded waist and vehemently pulled them down to her knees. Her plump ass hatched from her tight slacks revealing a black laced thong. His desire turned primal as her alluring scent graced the very air he breathed.
Her drumming heart kicked into overdrive as he pulled her thong aside and deeply penetrated her cum saturated lips with his hard, throbbing cock. He stroked his rigid flesh in and out of her wet pussy with a methodic precision. Slow and sensuous. He pulled the tuft of her hair with one hand and the strap of her thong with the other. Guiding her to rock back and forth in rhythm with his movement. The power of control became overwhelming and his slow strokes hastened. His desire was far beyond making love. His mind and body conspired to drive him to an animalistic ritual of beast-fucking. His hips relentlessly pounded her tender ass. His balls clapped in unison with her throbbing clit. She felt each pulsing vein in his cock pass through her supple, pink walls of flesh. Her legs pleaded to buckle from the intense barrage of pleasure. He fucked her hard, he fucked her fast and he fucked her thoroughly.
Together, they exploded in primordial passion. He filled her beaten pussy with his steaming hot release and she glazed his pulsating meat with her own sweet nectar. Panting heavily, he leaned just over her and laid kisses down her naked back. Her spine danced with chills at the gentle touch of his lips. She flexed her muscles to milk his swollen cock as his remained deep inside of her. He finally regained control of his hands and he released her hair and panties. Unable to speak, they both seized gasping breaths, finding a path to sobriety. As time passes, their hearts slow to normal, their breathing regulates and their senses return.
With a pleasing smile, she lifts the blindfold from her eyes and whispers "
I love you too honey."
~posted by Irish Diablo~
