Paramour
Paramour
By Lindsay F.
Isabel ran her hands through his honeyed curls, arching her back a bit, drowning in a pool of ecstasy. The first moan had been feigned, for her nerves and self consciousness forbade her handing herself entirely over to Jasper’s charms. But the second bottle of Veuve Clicquot, now sweating on the nightstand, had begun to take hold. The next moan was quite legitimate, but interrupted by the chilling sound of the front gate at the end of the driveway. He was home. Several moments passed, Isabel stunned at her own plan. Lost under the sheets and between her thighs, Jasper hadn’t heard the car rolling over the loose gravel just outside the window. Isabel lay still for a moment, cold with fear. She’d planned this, after all- why the sudden shock?
Of course she hadn’t consulted Jasper. As powerful as he was, he’d always been terrified of consequences. It was true, she loved both men. The question as to which would make her happy was silly to her. She could obviously be happy with either Andon or Jasper. The issue was the degree of her happiness- and Jasper’s. And Andon’s, for that matter. What suddenly occurred to her, as if for the first time, was the pain she was about to inflict on her poor husband. Sweet, simple Andon. He’d never have suspected.
The sound of footsteps on the hard wood hallway floor sent Isabel’s heart pounding as though it would burst through her bare chest. It took only an instant after a plan that had taken days to change her fickle mind. In a sudden flurry of sheets and sticky, delicious sweat, she’d pushed Jasper from the bed, and signaled him to him underneath. Used to potential trouble, he did it with great ease, looked to her eyes in a shared second of panic, and was under the enormous bed in an instant. His toned, yet slim body just fit. Andon was right outside the door. In one graceful movement, Isabel stood, panting, and swept her sheer robe around her shoulders. She raced to the door, swallowed hard, and opened it just before Andon’s hand reached the antique knob.
“My love! I am so glad you’re home. You look absolutely famished! You simply must come with me to the kitchen, Gertrude has made the most spectacular dinner.”
Andon smiled at the goddess he was married to. How fortunate a man he was. He kissed her throat, naïve to the scent of another man all over her body. “Why are you so warm, darling?”
“Oh, yes, isn’t it hot? I tried our window but it seems to be jammed. No matter. Come, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m just starving, aren’t you?”
Andon nodded, grinned, tossed his small leather bag onto the bed from the doorway, and put his arms around his wife.
Reality or Not
Reality or Not
By Dave C.
I run my hands through her long and lustrous hair. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks and then her neck. My tongue emerges to lick a roadway from her neck to her tiny earlobes and back again. After I nibble on her lobes for what seems eternity, I follow the straightest path to her beautiful face and those plump ripe red lips. I bite those lips that hold the taste of her and suddenly press forward for a strong deep kiss. The kiss is returned with equal fervor; we mingle our tongues and continue this way for many minutes.
We pull apart and both sets of eyes lock onto the other. We stare at each other and gently tease with the knowledge of what is yet to come. I press her down onto the bed and as I hover my tongue begins its downward journey along her well defined body. Chin, neck and oh those beautiful breasts. They are small but firm and afford me much pleasure. After paying them their rightful homage I resume my roadway of exploration.
In a sudden and unexpected move Cathy manages to flip me onto my back and begins her assault on my body. The suddenness and virtuosity of her onslaught caught me unaware and aroused me to a new intensity. We play at this back and forth power shifting until we are ready to explode. At that point we pull back and recharge ourselves. This game of pleasure/torture goes on for at least an hour until we can no longer wait for the ultimate joining of our bodies. Cathy rolls me onto my back again, mounts and losses herself screaming in wild abandon.
Later as we are relaxing, staring at the ceiling and letting our breath return to normal a loud clanging noise forces me into a sitting position. I turn toward the direction of the noise and looking me squarely in the face is my alarm clock demanding my attention.
Simultaneously through the locked door the dulcet of Cathy, our maid. “Sir, please wake up, remember, it’s your first day as a high school senior.”
At that I glance toward the pillow next to mine to find nothing.
Yet Another Vampire Adventure
Note: This short story, Yet Another Vampire Adventure, is in a very draft form. I think I have only checked it once. It was supposed to be part of a short series of Vampire stories, but we will see how it goes. Let me know your feedback and comments are most welcome. Thanks, and I appreciate every one that reads it.
Warning this is story contains violence and disturbing content that might not be suitable for all ages.
Yet Another Vampire Adventure
Fear and passion intertwined at the moment his lips were about to meet her soft and carnal lips; he stopped for a moment with his eyes wide open and his heart beating so fast that his blood run wild throughout his body and his arms quickly embraced the girl and he got missed into the point of no return. After that his world became an interstellar war with the heat that her body transpired and the fast beating heart of hers was music to his ears.
He well knew that it was the first and last time he would experience that moment with her. Even thought he had just met her not even two hours ago, but yet he adventured to share this intimate moment with her, even if it could mean his death. He savored her aroma and slowly began to consume her energy making her zombie like, until she was under his control. He smiles and puts his teeth around her neck and the blood begins to flow freely and so do her memories. Images of her and her father playing on beach come alive and some more images of her graduating from college and then the images slowly fade away. He lets go of her and she falls into the bed.