Sweet Confessions

by Violet Blue

  I get a brief view of his cock before he’s on top of me, nuzzling into my cleavage, shoving lace and chiffon up until he can finger the elastic top of the granny panties. Then, with a yank that feels like he’ll jerk me inside out, he pulls the knickers down, and I scream—not because it hurts, though it does. I scream because I’m in convulsions from the orgasm he’s yanked out of me along with the knickers.

  He pulls them off me and shoves them in my face. For a frightening moment, I think he’s going to gag me with the same knot that’s filled my pussy, and for an even more frightening moment I think I might not actually mind if he does.

  But he doesn’t.

  He pulls them to his face and snuffles and suckles. “I’m mad for your scent,” he groans. “You’re all I could smell all evening.”

  Then he grabs my wrists, both in one large hand, and binds them to the headboard with the knickers, the knot pressing into my pulse points, a reminder of just how unforgiving cotton can be.

  I watch wide-eyed, helpless as he runs curious fingers over my raw gash that now feels agonizingly empty without the knot. It grasps at him, and I squirm and whimper trying to force myself toward his erection.

  “A little restraint suits you.” He slides two fingers into me and chuckles as I hump them. “Maybe I’ve given you free rein too long.” He bends and gives my nipple a tug between his teeth, and I buck and growl, ready to rip his throat out if he doesn’t give me what I need.

  But I’m not the only one who’s been restrained all evening, and he shoves into me with such force that I bump my head against the headboard and curse. I shove back so hard I hear his joints pop. He vise-grips my arse and thrusts deeper. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels in like he’s a horse, and I’m the jockey. He doesn’t make it last, and I don’t want him to. All evening has been foreplay, and I can’t wait any longer. I come first, then he rips the bindings from my wrists and grunts his ejaculation into the crumpled cotton.

  In the morning, he stuffs the big underpants back into the box he brought them in.

  “You’re taking away my gift,” I joke.

  “It’s not your gift,” he says, dropping a kiss on my lips. “It’s my gift to me.”

  “Make sure you hide them where your partner can’t find them,” I tease.

  He tucks the box inside his jacket and studies me for a long moment, then his mouth curls in a half smile. “There is no partner, darling. I thought you’d have figured that out by now.” Then he hurries off to catch the taxi waiting outside.

  RED

  Piper Morgan

  Bode looked at her expectantly.

  “That’s it? That’s your fantasy?”

  He crossed his arms and sighed. “That is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

  “What?”

  “You’re making fun of it.”

  Amelia smiled as she walked over to him and sat on his lap. Kissing the top of his head, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his bare skin warm to her touch. “I’m sorry, Bode; I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just the way you fought tooth and nail about telling me, I thought it’d be really weird. Or gross.”

  His face brightened like a child seeing a table full of birthday gifts. “Really? Does that mean you’ll do it?”

  “Of course.”

  Bode squeezed her small waist and planted a huge kiss on her full lips. “I love you, Amelia. This is why you’re the greatest.”

  She kissed his neck and ran her tongue up to his ear, finally sucking his earlobe. “I know,” she whispered, letting her warm breath tickle the wet trail her tongue left behind.

  Goose bumps rose all over Bode’s wide chest. He slipped his warm, plump tongue in Amelia’s mouth as he lifted her and took her over to the couch.

  Bode was typing up his final reports when his cell phone beeped. He flipped it open and smirked. Amelia had sent him a picture of her long legs, barely covered in black fishnet stockings, with her text: Everything’s set for this weekend. Leave work as soon as you can. I’m ready…grrr.

  On my way, he texted back.

  Bode quickly finished his reports, sent them and shut down his computer. He grabbed his briefcase and quickly walked out of his office. “Bonnie, I’m going out of town for the weekend. See you on Monday.”

  “But, sir…”

  “Cancel everything,” he called back as the elevator door closed.

  Bode loosened his tie as he rushed up the porch steps two at a time. He unlocked the door and quickly slammed it shut behind him, literally dropping everything when he saw Amelia. Standing at the base of the stairs, she wore only the fishnets, clunky-heeled black boots and a short, red velvet cape, her creamy white skin beautiful, almost glowing, against the dark color.

  “Hi, sexy.” Amelia winked and opened the clasp on the cape. It fell to a crumpled heap at her feet on the hardwood floor.

  Bode rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him, her full breasts pressed against his hard chest. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, he could feel that her tiny nipples were erect, ready to be licked. He kissed her hard as his hands worked their way down her hips, finally cupping her round ass. He gave a small squeeze as she gripped his biceps.

  Amelia pulled away from his moist lips. “I thought this was for tomorrow.”

  “No reason we can’t have some fun before we get to the cabin.” He raised his eyebrows and smirked before dipping down to kiss her jawline.

  Amelia watched the trees in various shades of green all around them, as Bode slowly drove down the steep dirt drive. At the bottom of the driveway was a tiny lake surrounded by several weeping willows. The scene was so peaceful and beautiful.

  She smiled. “We’re having sex over there sometime this weekend.”

  Bode hit the brakes, the car sliding a little in the gravel. He followed the direction her finger pointed and laughed. “Fine by me, Amelia. We can have sex wherever you want.” He let off the brakes and continued to the side of the small cabin.

  He parked the car, helped Amelia out and grabbed the suitcase from the backseat as she unlocked the front door. She pulled open the shades to let in the bright morning sun.

  The living room had a blue and white gingham love seat, a solid wood coffee table and a midnight-blue area rug in front of the fireplace. It opened up to the tiny kitchen where a small square table and two wooden chairs sat in the corner. A bathroom was off the kitchen.

  Amelia walked up the spiral staircase followed by Bode. The only thing in the loft bedroom was a dresser with an oval mirror and a king-size bed covered by a patchwork quilt. He put the suitcase on the floor and went back downstairs. They walked out the back door and stood on the porch, overlooking the sea of trees, before Amelia looked to her right.

  She smiled as she lifted the cover off the hot tub and put her fingertips in the warm, bubbling water. “This will be fun too.”

  Bode wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder. Amelia moved her long auburn hair and leaned into him as he kissed her slender neck. He started fondling her breasts before she stopped him and turned to face him.

  “Not yet.”

  His shoulders sunk and his smile faded.

  Amelia smiled. “Very soon, love. You have a fantasy we need to get ready for.” She grabbed his hand and led him back inside, up to the bedroom. “Sit down and close your eyes.” She watched him go over and lay down on the bed. “Are they closed?” Amelia went to the side of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Bode started to open his dark blue eyes. She quickly straddled his chest and bent down, planting light kisses on his eyelids. “Keep them closed,” she whispered. She opened his shirt and ran her fingernails lightly across his broad, hairy chest. She kissed his neck then got off him, going back over to the suitcase. She grabbed her bag and headed down the stairs. “Everything you need is on the dresser, Bode. Give me fifteen minutes.”

  He sat up as he heard the bathroom door close. He walked over to the costume on the dre
sser. He finished taking off his shirt and jeans before stepping into the hairy suit; looking at himself in the mirror, he nearly laughed. The wolf suit had a washboard stomach and was wearing blue corduroy pants. I look ridiculous, he thought. I hope she makes this quick. He heard a door open, some shuffling in the kitchen, and then the back door opened and closed. He grabbed the giant wolf-head half-mask and walked downstairs.

  Bode waited a few minutes before walking onto the back porch. He scanned the woods and saw Amelia’s red cape about ten yards off. He walked toward the path then put on the mask, adjusting it so he could see where he was going.

  He caught up with her a few minutes later. “Good morning.”

  Amelia turned around and smiled, a look of amusement quickly passing through her eyes. “Hello.”

  Bode’s jaw dropped and he had trouble finding words…. All he could think about was Amelia and how sexy she looked in her costume. The garter dress had a white top with a red corset waist and a black, two-layered miniskirt. Thin puffed sleeves hung off her shoulders, and the hooded cape framed her heartshaped face.

  “A beautiful lady all alone in the woods…aren’t you frightened?”

  “No, Wolf, my cabin is only a short distance away, by the beautiful lake and willows. Do you know it?”

  Bode smiled. “I do, but more flowers can always brighten a place up.”

  “You’re right.” Amelia picked up her basket and walked a few steps, her back turned to Bode. She bent over and picked up a green clover before coyly looking over her shoulder.

  He stared. Amelia’s asscheeks peeked from under the skirt when she bent over and the back seam of her white thigh-high stockings and black boots made her already long legs go on for miles. Bode didn’t know if he’d make it back to the cabin when she bent over again. He turned and quickly followed the path back.

  He rushed inside, leaving the door open, and went upstairs. Taking off the wolf suit, Bode left the mask on and jumped onto the bed. He got under the quilt and pulled it up to his shoulders as he heard Amelia in the kitchen.

  “Hello?”

  “I’m upstairs,” he called.

  Amelia slowly walked up the winding staircase, her heels clicking against the black iron. She reached the top, set her basket down and walked to the foot of the bed. “My, what large eyes you have.”

  “The better to see your beautiful body with.”

  She smiled. “My, what large hands you have.”

  “The better to touch you with.”

  Amelia crawled onto the bed, sitting on her knees. “My, what a large mouth you have.”

  “The better to please you with.”

  Bode ripped off the mask and sat up, gently laying Amelia down. He leaned over her, the quilt falling away from his body.

  “My, what a large dick you have.”

  He smirked. “The better to fuck you with.” He kissed her, his large hand trailing down her throat, between her breasts, down her sides and stopping on her thighs. He pulled away from her soft lips. “Strip for me, Red,” he said gruffly.

  Amelia smiled and stood up on the bed. She was so turned on by how excited Bode was when he saw her in the costume, and the look in his eyes, cloudy with anticipation. It gave her renewed sexual confidence. She gently put her left boot on Bode’s chest, the chunky heel pressing into him. He untied it and slipped it off her foot, tossing the boot aside, then did the same with her other boot. She put her foot back down on his chest, as he rubbed her calf, feeling the muscle flex as she moved to keep her balance.

  Amelia rolled her white stockings slowly over her knees, one at a time, running her fingers down the entire length of her legs while she did it. Bode started to sit up after she took off the second stocking, but she pushed him back down with her soft foot. She unlatched the silver clasp on the cape and ran it over his chest and dick. The touch of the cool velvet against his hot skin sent shivers down his spine.

  She let it drop to the floor then walked off the bed. Bode sat on the edge and Amelia straddled his lap. She looked into his smoky blue eyes before leaning in to kiss his collarbone. Feeling his swelling thickness, Amelia delicately gyrated her hips on Bode’s lap as she licked up the side of his neck. She nibbled his earlobe then raised her arms behind her to untie the top part of her costume, letting the long black ribbons fall down in between them. The corset top slid down a little showing more of her sexy cleavage. Bode grabbed her petite waist and kissed the top of her breasts before she was able to pull away.

  She held his hands at his sides. “Not yet,” she whispered and stood.

  He needed to touch her, be inside of her. He didn’t know how much more of the teasing he could take.

  Amelia pulled her auburn locks forward and reached back to unzip the dress, slowly letting it fall to the floor.

  When Bode saw the see-through red lace bra and ruffled panties, he rushed to her, grabbing her ass. She let out a giggle as he kissed her throat.

  “You’re incredibly sexy, Red.”

  She squeezed his ass and kissed his chest. Amelia pushed him onto the bed and straddled Bode again. She kissed his nipples and trailed down his chest, her hair lightly brushing his skin. She licked down his treasure trail then took his whole dick in her hot mouth. Bode sucked in a breath as she moved up and down his shaft, rolling her tongue around the tip. He pulled out before he exploded in her mouth. He wanted to hold out as long as he could.

  He slid to the side and pulled Amelia next to him. He leaned over her, kissing her neck and collarbone as her nails gently scraped his shoulder blades. Bode moved down the center of her chest, blowing hot breath in between her tits. He quickly unfastened the front clasp of her bra, her beautiful breasts spilling out. He sucked her small pink nipples hard before moving his hand between her thighs, lightly rubbing across the lace of her panties. She let out a quiet moan of pleasure. Bode kissed her tight belly, delicately nibbling her soft skin as he went farther down her body.

  He bit the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slightly before he licked her pelvic bone. Amelia lifted herself and helped him pull them all the way off. Bode planted light kisses on soft, trimmed pubic hair then plunged his tongue deep in her moist hole. She moaned again and lifted herself to meet his mouth. He slipped a long finger inside of her. Amelia started rubbing her clit, exciting him more. He needed to be inside of her, now.

  “Oh, Bode.”

  He smiled as he saw her breath hitch.

  She squeezed his bicep as she came in his mouth, wave after wave of delicious pleasure flowing over her. He licked all of her juices before lying down beside her.

  Amelia caught her breath then took a condom off the nightstand. She rolled it over his erection and straddled his lap, gently lowering herself onto him. Bode grabbed her hips as she slowly gyrated on top of him. She reached down and rubbed her clit again as her tits lightly bounced with her movements. She started breathing heavily again as she rocked back and forth. He pulled her down on him hard, wanting to get as deep in her as he could. Bode felt her muscles clenching his shaft as she screamed his name. She fell onto him, her tits smashed against his chest, her skin on fire. He grabbed her tender ass and moved them both so that he was on top of her. She locked her ankles around his hips as he plunged deeper inside her. Bode bent over her, sucking her nipples as he slowed his thrusts, trying to delay his building orgasm. He ran his hand over her hips and his thumb found her clit, already hardening again.

  Amelia pulled him closer to her with her legs. “Make me come again, Bode,” she whispered.

  His cock jumped at the challenge and he thrust harder and faster as he slowly traced circles on her clit. His balls tightened; Bode knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.

  Amelia held on to his back, her nails digging into him. She screamed his name again as another orgasm sent shivers throughout her body, exploding against Bode’s thrusts. When he felt her muscles tighten around him, he finally released and came with her.

  Bode deeply kissed her before lyi
ng down beside her. She rested her head on his shoulder and draped a slender arm across his heaving chest. He kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her long locks. “I love you, Amelia.”

  “I know,” she murmured and smiled as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

  THE HOTEL

  Anika Ray

  So this is the plan, concocted last night through a haze of mutual daring and strong beer. Adam and I will meet at the F Bar and pretend to be strangers. After a night of flirting we will go home together. Everyone in the bar will think he is so suave. We will both be excited, since in fact we did not meet at a bar but at a church retreat, and neither of us has ever done anything like this before.

  In theory—which often falls short—I am crazy with lust at the mere sight of him. In reality, being crazy with lust entails a little preparation, which I dutifully do. At lunchtime, I slip into the office bathroom and put on a pearl thong. This is a new invention—I imagine—that theoretically will stimulate my clit while I sit at my desk.

  In reality, it pinches out several hairs, and I’m almost tempted to remove it until I lean over to pick up a paper that has fallen on the floor. Oh, wow. I drop a few more sheets, just for good measure. Again, yikes. I wiggle a little in my chair. My coworker David gives me a strange look, or so it seems. I cross my legs, and the pearls really dig in.

  We have agreed not to speak at all today. The thong digs into my soft clit, slips back and forth and feels alternately wonderful and painful; sometimes both at once. I am both wet and bruised.

  At the end of the day I slip out the back door and hurry down to the gym locker room. I exchange my outfit for a black dress and high heels. I tap at my heavy clit and the blood rushes downward from my head. I’m feeling a little dizzy when I enter the hotel bar where we arranged to meet.