Desires of the Flesh

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by S. L. Carpenter


  Her hand remained over her pussy, hiding it from the unknown. Something gently brushed at her hand, trying to move it away. There was something in the water with her, and she was terrified into stillness.

  Still submerged in the tub, an instant surge of heat shot through her body. What felt like a man’s tongue had stroked the outer lips of her pussy. Whatever it was had made contact and Teri wanted more. Dear God, she wanted more. Her mind was frantic to find a reason.

  She had to see. She had to know.

  Surrendering to her urges, she leaned her head forward to open her eyes. Before she could, a wash of water cascaded down her face. The water was like a hand brushing her eyes shut and she heard a voice.

  “I have wanted you for a long time. You are what I crave. Don’t think, Teri, just feel me. Feel me…feel…” The words echoed in her head then faded away to silence. But the sound remained etched in her mind.

  Her head felt heavy and she lay back in the tub. The waves of heat from the mouth of this being encompassed her, and inched her over the edge of reality. The viperous tongue delved into her opening again and again. She moved her legs wider, wider, hanging one leg out of the tub, dripping water onto the wood floor.

  Her body was tense and electrified, aroused by the licking she was receiving from the mysterious being. He went on and on, teasing and suckling her heated flesh. She didn’t want it to end.

  The tub vibrated with a moan from the presence in the water. It was devouring all her sexual needs. She gasped for air—she was about to come. Her need for release was so very close now.

  Suddenly everything stopped and Teri felt cold. What happened? Why had it ended just as she began to climax?

  The tub rumbled and as she opened her eyes, the water splashed up her body and a male form appeared before her. It was translucent and steam rose from his skin. Before she could utter a word, something entered her pussy. She couldn’t speak and her body became tight and rigid. He wasn’t just entering her pussy; he was entering her soul.

  She began to shudder, everything warping in this sexual cluster fuck of body, mind and soul. Hard, violent thrusts spread her opening wider. The strange being violated her but was bringing her such pleasure she was beside herself in ecstasy. She wanted it to go on and on and on. The water sloshed over the rim of the tub in waves as the being fucked her mercilessly.

  Then it happened.

  The water spewed from the tub, splashing onto the floor, and Teri cried out as she came in a violent fury of ecstasy. She couldn’t catch her breath and struggled with her sanity. Her legs shuddered and the rest of her body lay limp, slowly regaining control of itself.

  She lay there for a minute in the tub and smiled. She knew she had a huge mess to clean up because half the water in the tub was gone.

  Her mood quickly changed when she looked up to the mirror above the sink and the film left on it by the steam. The words “until we meet again” were there, written by an invisible hand.

  She felt the heat between her legs once more and grinned. The fear of the unknown had frightened her, but the magnitude of pleasure she’d found had uncovered a deeper need.

  She couldn’t wait.

  ~~~*~~~

  Alyson wobbled in her chair when he let go of her hand. Her body was wet from the dream and wet from her intense arousal. Every part of her being was turned on. Her nipples were so tight they hurt and she was convinced her pussy juices had soaked through her underwear. “I need some ice water before we continue.”

  He stood and walked past her toward the kitchen. “I’ll get it for you.”

  She fanned herself and tried to catch her breath. Her legs were spread apart and she pushed them together. Alyson wasn’t sure if she should beg him to fuck her to oblivion or to keep doing the interview then beg him to fuck her into oblivion.

  He walked back to the room and handed her the water. What she did know was that these dream or reality journeys he took her on were far better than a porno movie and a vibrator anytime.

  “Why are you so interested in me, Alyson?”

  Hmm. He wanted to turn the tables a bit, did he?

  “Is it because you’re alone?”

  “I’m not alone. I’ve had several men in my life.”

  “Yes, you have, but your drive to succeed has pushed them away, hasn’t it?”

  “We’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to learn about you.” Her words were a little defensive. Since she was pretty sure he knew her thoughts, she couldn’t lie. Her sex life was nonexistent. Socially she was a mess, and she used her friends simply as people to hang out with. Her passions for life and love had been replaced with the desire to be the best. To win the nonexistent grand prize in her life.

  “I apologize, I was just curious.” He sat down in front of her again and stared into her eyes. “Everyone has a reason for what they do. Nothing is given to anyone anymore without a price. That is the sad part of our world.”

  After taking a drink of water, Alyson set her glass on the table and continued asking questions. “Did you ever go back? Do you go back to these women?” She tried to drag herself back into focus, to be professional and not act like a slut wanting to suck and fuck anything that looked like an available cock.

  “These women you’ve showed me are young. Do you ever go to older women?”

  “I have shown you how things started. My first memories were of younger women because I was younger also and in that time of history, older women were supposed to be more subdued, more proper. As times changed, the hunger and the needs have changed. Society has allowed women to change most of all. Their needs and desires are more open and blunt. It isn’t odd for a woman to go to a bar, pick up a guy, fuck him then leave him. They are in control now.” He let out a deep sigh, which seemed to calm him.

  “Have you stayed with a certain woman for your own wants? Not because they call or summon you but because you feel something more than a sexual need for them?” She was becoming more curious as to what he received out of the encounters.

  “Yes, there have been a few. My own personal preference is for a woman secure in herself, both sexually and emotionally. Things have changed in me over time and through experience, but I have desires and cravings like anyone else. The women I stay with must have a need I can fulfill. The woman doesn’t need to call me but if I come to them, they know why I am there.”

  Alyson automatically saw herself as one of the women he spoke of. She reached her hand out to him. She wanted to feel more from him and found herself silently asking for it. She smiled as he took her hand in his. Shivers tiptoed up her spine while he massaged her knuckles.

  “Oh fuck. Here we go again.”

  Chapter Four

  Lorie

  Lorie fumbled at the door, keys jingling as she tried to tug them free from the lock. Drips of water fell to the marble entryway from her wet jacket. The dark night had unleashed a dousing rain upon the city just as she left her friend’s house. It subsided as she ran up the walkway, but the damage was done.

  As usual, the house was empty and cold. Wide spaces filled with nothing but furniture and expensive decor. Riches made Lorie’s life comfortable but her loneliness was at times unbearable.

  With a heavy sigh, Lorie tossed her keys onto the entry table. She stood by the table, leafing through the pile of junk mail and bills next to her keys. Her day had finally beaten her—she was exhausted.

  The long staircase was her gateway to momentary peace. A large bathtub filled with oils, candles burning, scenting the room with the fragrances of vanilla and caramel. She could see it in her head as she walked past the bar and grabbed a bottle of brandy. She didn’t need the glass because she wanted to relax, get drunk and sleep for three days.

  The steps up to the second floor seemed longer than usual. The light fuzzy hair on the back of Lorie’s neck bristled and sent a streak of uneasiness through her. The house was always so empty with her husband gone so often on business trips. He was away more than he was h
ome. Lorie had married him for convenience instead of love. Still, the huge dark house had a strange creepiness to it tonight, no matter how many security alarms were in place.

  Lorie reached the top of the stairs and looked down the dark hall to her bedroom. She didn’t flick on the lights because she just wanted to crawl into the tub and then bed. The moonlight reflected dimly through the blinds across the wide bay window along the hallway wall. As she reached for the doorknob, she caught the shadow of someone sitting on the velvet chair in the corner of the open hall entrance to her bedroom.

  “You have fun at work?”

  Jumping backward Lorie was stunned. “Fuck…I hate it when you do that. Why can’t you just call like everyone else?” Lorie’s initial fear had her heart pounding and her adrenaline racing through her veins.

  He stood and the moonlight from outside seemed to brighten. Either the clouds had thinned or his radiance had an effect on her eyes. “I have been waiting. You’d better get out of those wet clothes, you’ll catch a cold.”

  Lorie swallowed. She knew what he wanted. She always knew what he was after. Each time it was more intense and more powerful. He took her. Used her. Then left her. It was always the same, but she never wanted it to stop.

  “Not tonight. I’m too tired. You need to go.” She fought her desires. She stared as his figure closed the distance between them. He was barefoot, wearing skintight black leather pants that were unfastened at the waist. Her eyes struggled to not look down at where the V of his zipper revealed a tuft of black hair. The white long-sleeved shirt was unbuttoned and caressed his skin with each step, like wings of an angel.

  She squeezed her legs tightly together. Her initial reaction was to flop down and spread them wide until her ankles touched the ground. She stumbled as she moved, trying to turn away but catching her ankle in her stiletto heels. He glared at her with those black eyes and she found she couldn’t free herself from his gaze. Flickers of red outlined the black centers. He was the vision of all the unfulfilled lust that fills a woman’s heart. He was her evil need.

  “Are you sure?” His lips didn’t move but she heard his voice echo through her mind.

  “Yes. Last time you left me tied to the bed and my husband found me.” A slight smile cracked along her lips. She remembered that night and the pleasures she’d come to expect from nights with him.

  He walked past her, the heat from his body almost consuming her. “You know, there was a time where you begged me to stay.” He turned back to stare at her and lifted a finger to his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the tip of his index finger and growled.

  Lorie groaned as the swollen tip of her clit felt the flicking quite clearly. He always had a thing for eating her pussy and the connection never faded. “Stop that.” Her breath hissed through her teeth. “I won’t let you take me again. I’ll fight you this time.” She dug into her purse and handed him the shiny gold medallion. “Here, take your medallion and get the fuck out!”

  He held his large hand toward her and she dropped the golden medallion into his palm. Then she paused and pulled it back. Finally, she let go of it and stood back in a huff.

  “Mmm. I like it when you get all hot and bothered.” He had an evil smirk on his face.

  Lorie stepped closer and swung her hand. The echo of the slap filled the empty house. “Leave!”

  Red glowed across his cheek. His stare never dimmed, he smiled again and rubbed his cheek.

  “Get the fuck out. I don’t want to be used by you again. I’m happy. I have everything I need now and don’t need you anymore.” Lorie was terrified, aroused and angry. Her fears lay bare to him. She wanted him to stay but felt the need to resist.

  “If you insist. I won’t force you…unless you ask me to. But remember, if you make me leave like this, I’ll never return.” His large frame darkened the hallway as he headed toward the stairs.

  She had won. Her resistance was stronger than her carnal desires for this man. His powers of seduction were no match for her will.

  With a final glance, he dropped the medallion into his pants pocket and grabbed the rail of the stairs, staring into her eyes. His hand stroked the smooth wood of the banister. Lorie knew he wanted her but would do as she asked. He was leaving. As he stepped down the first step, her voice broke and she whispered one word.

  “Wait.”

  Lorie’s hands grasped and tugged at the bed sheets with desperation as she fought to keep a grip on her mind. The brutal mix of unearthly pleasure and mystical deviation sent her spinning into another world, tilting on the brink of reality.

  “Oh God, you’re incredible.”

  She bent over, ass high in the air as he sunk the length of his cock into her over and over. Her body dripped from the soup of fluids mixed in the night of sex. She kept her eyes closed and her mind open. Each time with him pushed boundaries she would never otherwise cross.

  With a growl he pulled his cock free, and Lorie felt the slickness of it from her juices. She could hear the soft sound of him licking his lips, the swish of his hair as his head moved.

  She felt his arms shift position and the brush of his hand against her as he grabbed the shaft of his cock. They both knew what would happen next. He firmly spread her ass cheeks apart.

  Lorie gasped and her eyes clenched shut. Her back arched and her body tensed as his cock touched her sensitive ring of muscles.

  Slowly, he sank deeper and deeper into her.

  She had tried anal sex before but only with small toys and beads. The swollen head of his cock pried her insides wider than she ever experienced.

  He stopped and stroked at her spine, pushing the tangled strands of her hair aside. “Damn, you’re so tight. I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this.” His words were coarse and harsh. His hand pressed down on her shoulder, keeping her bent over and enabling him to go deeper.

  Tears trickled from behind Lorie’s closed eyelids. They tumbled along her nose, falling to the pillow below her face. Her thoughts blurred and for a second or two she was scared she might pass out. A hard slap brought her around as his body slammed against hers. The pressure within her body was unbearable but a tingling of pain was nothing compared to the powerful jolts of excitement and pleasure shocking her pussy.

  She reached her arm between her legs and felt the slippery ooze of their earlier sex. She began to violently rub on her engorged clit, needing the stimulation. Again and again he violated her. But she was a willing victim to this invasion of her body. Her nipples were raw and heated from the twisting and biting of their all-night fucking. His brute power overwhelmed her. He had an insatiable appetite for sex that matched her own.

  She began to shudder and shake with the splitting open of her soul. His groans filled her head and she could feel his cock swell as he plunged in and out. Her screams filled the room as the final crest of the wave crashed through her. A spasm of heat washed her body. With a final hard thrust, she felt his balls slap against her ass and he erupted inside her.

  She glimpsed a flash of his mind, swirling as the weakness she felt flowed through him too. The hot spurts began to subside as he glided smoothly in and out of her ass. With a few final breaths, he let his cock slide free.

  She turned her head and watched him as he looked down upon her body, still burning from the rough clasp of his hands along her spine and hips. He began to dissipate into the darkness.

  Lorie slumped onto her white sheets, muscles sore. She sighed and blinked her eyes open, staring blankly around the room. Her pussy was filled with the fluids from arousal and saliva—he’d eaten her as if she were a juicy peach. Her ass was irritated from the vigorous fucking, which had ended this night of sins.

  She turned back, trying to find her lover, only to glimpse essence vanishing into nothingness. The heat from their lust disappeared with him.

  The room chilled as Lorie collapsed back onto her bed and fell asleep.

  ~~~*~~~

  Alyson

  With a jolt Alyson came back from
the fantasy.

  She shifted on her chair, easing her ass, which was sore from the vision she’d just experienced. There wasn’t much more she could take of these sexual journeys with him. Maybe fifteen or twenty more and she’d have to stop. Well, maybe twenty-five. The thought sent a quick grin across her face.

  “So these women… They aren’t part of your tribe or any part of your past. Why do you go to them?”

  “Most of the time I don’t go to them. They call to me. It is like the women of before. They have needs. They have desires. The feelings are the same and since I’m free, I can go to those who call to me for release.”

  “Release? You make them sound like prisoners.”

  “In a way they are. They make themselves prisoners of their existence. Look at Claudia—she’s a vibrant, beautiful, fucking sexy woman. She used to be very subdued and hid behind an invisible wall. Now she’s free. Everything she wants is there for her to take. Her appetite is almost limitless. All those pent-up passions are now loose.”

  “You mean you try to make them do things?” Alyson wanted to get deep into his intentions.

  “My actions are dictated by them. Claudia longs for a man to overpower and take her. She’s had her share of weaker men who couldn’t satisfy the burning desires she desperately needs to release in order to be whole. She knew when we met that I was there for one reason. She accepted that but then became too attached. That’s why she didn’t want to let me go. I could just leave but having her let go of me shows she is free.”

  “So you made her a slut.”

  “Alyson, sometimes you are fucking stupid.” He shook his head in disgust. “Just because she is now in control of her sexuality doesn’t lessen her morals. She can fuck anyone she wants to. Just like you can. But that barrier of self-doubt is gone.”

  “You make it sound like you mainly go after women with low self-esteem. Why is that?”

  “That’s not true either. Most are women with secrets they long to experience. Living out a fantasy about a strange man seducing and taking them. Others just want to feel closeness. I derive a lot of pleasure from a woman who finally lets go.”

 

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