Desires of the Soul

by S. L. Carpenter

  The second-shift bartender arrived and Tasha talked to him for a few minutes. When she peeled her apron off and turned around, the man was gone. She sighed, brushed the wrinkles from her black skirt and grabbed her purse.

  “Wait a sec, Tasha, I’ll walk you to your car,” the bouncer yelled, seeing her walk toward the back of the bar.

  She waited a few minutes then went out the back door to the small parking lot.

  After fumbling in her purse for her keys, she looked up and saw the dark man leaning against her car. For a moment she debated whether she should pull the canister of pepper spray from her purse. She’d used it before and had no qualms about doing so again.

  She became uneasy the closer she got to the car. Should she turn and run back? Should she walk up, kick him in the balls and leave? Maybe she should grab the pepper spray from her purse and blind him if he said anything remotely creepy. She had seen men before that thought something miraculous happened in the bar because she smiled at them. But this was different.

  He stood silent by the car, not making sudden moves. He just stared at her. She reached into her purse as if getting keys and grasped the thin can of pepper spray. There was something she felt about this man but it wasn’t fear. It was deeper. More like lust.

  “Don’t scratch the paint.” Confidence was something Tasha had. But she held firm on to the spray as well.

  “I won’t, Tasha.” His voice growled back.

  “How do you know my name? And who are you?”

  “Too many questions. All you need to know is I am the man you’ll be taking home with you tonight.”

  “Oh really? And why is that?”

  His hand brushed along the lines of her car as he looked at Tasha, his eyes glowing with a strange red hue. “Because I am what haunts you at night. The darkest desire that burns inside you when you crave satisfaction. I’m your secret thoughts when you pleasure yourself… I am your dark lust.”

  As he spoke, Tasha felt her body become aroused. Her pussy moistened and her jaw quivered. His words echoed in her mind. Visions of carnal pleasures, so intense she swore they were really happening, played in her head.

  The images were so vivid she actually sensed his cock pushing in and out of her. She felt herself being wildly fucked by this man speaking to her from beside her car. Her need to touch him was strong and she reached out toward him. But her body became so aroused she had to grab something to hold on to for balance.

  Her mouth hung open, she gasped and her body was jarred from the alternate reality taking her sexually. Her eyes squeezed shut and a grimace crossed her face.

  “You will be mine tonight, Tasha, make no mistake, but you need to be willing to let go of your inhibitions and let me in.”

  “Oh…damn…you don’t play fair, oh…” Her voice fell silent as she leaned against her car beside him. Clutching on to the hood, her body bent forward and she stifled a scream. He was pushing her so far that the ecstasy was taking control of her.

  The inner walls of her pussy were being spread apart and her legs weakened. Her mind played out the visions of this man giving her such pleasure she clenched her legs together and came as she tried to hang on to a thread of reality.

  Tasha’s body jerked and wobbled while she attempted to calm herself. She swallowed and began to breathe normally, taking long, cleansing breaths.

  “Hey, Tasha?” The bouncer’s voice yelled out from down the walkway. “There’s a party at Nicole’s, are you coming?”

  Already did, she thought before waving the bouncer away. “Not tonight.” She answered back, regaining her composure. She turned to the dark man. “So, you want to follow me or just fuck in my car?”

  *~~*~~*

  A trail of clothes scattered across the floor from the front door to the living room. The fireplace was aglow with the burning wood. The two of them sprawled naked on a blanket in front of the fire.

  She sat on top of him, arching back. Her hand gently stroked the top part of her pussy lips as his cock lay hard and swollen between them. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them, then reached back down and rubbed the top of his cock.

  Tasha turned her head from side to side. Her red hair, loose and curly, cascaded around her shoulders as he caressed her breasts.

  “I have always had a thing for redheads. I think it’s the fire within. It makes me want to fuck you more and more.” He pushed his body up, the muscles flexing in his legs and chest.

  “So what are you waiting for?”

  He reached up and pulled her off him.

  She lay on the blanket beside him, squirming as his hands swept across her skin. Tasha moaned loudly as he rolled on top of her.

  He sat up with his massive thighs spreading Tasha’s legs apart and stared at her glowing body. He caressed her small breasts, flicking her protruding nipples with his fingertips. Tasha could barely breathe as he lowered his face to her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth.

  Her mind spun out of control with her excitement racing. She was aroused beyond want and needed to feel him inside her. Her pussy was wet and ached for him. The thumping of her heart pounded hard and fast in her chest.

  With a wicked smile he reached between them and held his cock. He pushed against the opening of her wet pussy.

  She felt the head of his cock spreading her apart, teasing her. Oh God, here we go again, she thought. He was nibbling on the sensitive tips of her breasts, sending shocks of pleasure through her. She arched her body up, pushing her breasts against his mouth. Her eyes closed tight, the sensations overtaking her.

  He pulled up and slid his hands down her stomach, reaching below to her ass. With one motion he sank his cock into her. Tasha’s body shook below him and she frantically wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering with pleasure.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m…” Her voice stopped and the shaking of her body signaled her orgasm. Sexual tension was released. But she wanted more.

  He felt her legs wrap around his hips, drawing him in and out as he fucked her. He’d pull his head up, looking into her smiling face. She’d put her hands on his cheeks and kiss him, pushing her tongue between his lips as he sank deeper and deeper inside. Her red hair was flowing across the floor beneath her as the fire made her sweaty body glisten in the light.

  His breath came harder and Tasha felt her body begin to tense again. With each stroke he grunted, shaking her with each thrust. He was so big. She could feel every inch as it stroked in and out.

  “Fuck me, fuck me. Faster, go faster.”

  He pushed his body up with his massive arms and Tasha grabbed his tightening ass. She pulled him in and out harder and faster.

  “Oh fuck, just like that, like that…oh fuck…”

  The man groaned and his head fell to hers. She lifted her face and kissed him, their tongues dancing.

  He pumped in and out, over and over. “Oh fuck, you’re making me come.”

  Tasha couldn’t stifle her cries and with a loud scream she came as he erupted inside her. She grabbed and struggled to regain control of herself as she scratched and kissed his shoulder and neck.

  He lowered his body to hers and pulled his cock from within her sore pussy. He lay on top of her and Tasha felt the juices from their sex seep from her. For the first time in a long while she felt like a satisfied woman and didn’t want to let it go. But somehow she knew this was just a fleeting moment in time.

  Although the memory would last forever.

  They both calmed, lying naked by the fire. Tasha sighed, knowing there was more to this than it seemed on the surface.

  “This was so silly of me. I’m not the type of woman to bring a stranger home. Not like this. Although there was that time in Tijuana, but I was young and drunk.” She smiled. “There is something about you. I knew you weren’t going to hurt me. Maybe it was intuition. This is so not me.”

  “I would never hurt you. Unless you ask for it.” He smirked and slapped her bare ass.

  “Who are you?�
� she asked as he flopped onto his back beside her.

  “I’m nobody.” He sighed.

  “Bullshit. Any man who can fuck like you and make me feel this good is…wait.” She paused, leaning up and looking at him. “You never asked me for anything. You were just there. That thing you did in the parking lot, the way you made me feel so incredibly fucking hot by just looking at me. No man can do that. At least no man I’ve ever met. Should I be asking who you are or what you are?”

  “I’m just who you want me to be.”

  “Well, I guess I wanted a fucking machine and here you are. Why you chose me though, I don’t know.” Tasha fell back onto the blanket and sighed.

  “I’ll be honest. I’m not like normal men.”

  “No shit, Sherlock.”

  “I’m a being from the spirit realm. My purpose was to protect and serve the women of my Indian tribe a long time ago. My people have almost vanished. Now I’m just searching for my life mate. Her spirit is among the living so I share this side of myself with certain women, learning and experiencing things with them.”

  “If you’re a spirit, why can I see and feel you?” She brushed her hand over his muscular arm and neck. “Why do you seem so real?”

  “Because I can choose to be corporeal. To be just like you and everyone else.”

  “Oh hell no, you aren’t like anyone I’ve met before. Do you have other magical powers and things like that?”

  “I know what women are thinking. I can get inside their heads and make them do and feel things. But my most powerful gift is that I can see their secrets. The things they try to hide. Sexual thoughts the outside world would be shocked to see.”

  “So you read my mind before we got here? Before this incredible night?”

  “No, I didn’t want to. Tasha, you give me strength. Passion, desire and lust give me powers. Being able to bring a woman pleasure is empowering for me. To get a sense of their inner secrets, it makes me feel alive. To enter their bodies and become one with them, that is what drives my existence.”

  He gazed down Tasha’s nude body, “You are an exquisite woman. You taste of honey and your skin feels like silk.”

  “Jesus, when you talk like that my pussy gets wet. If there’s anything I can do for or to you, let me know.”

  His voice was deep, calm. “There is one thing. But you don’t have to do anything really.”

  Tasha looked over to him, admiring how his chest rose and fell as he breathed in. “Tell me.”

  Reaching over, he pulled his gold medallion from his pants pocket. The metal glowed in the light from the fire.

  “I’m looking for someone. Someone I am supposed to help. This is a person you know. I need you to give this to women in your life who you think may need my help.”

  “So you want me to be your pimp?”

  A wide smile crossed his face and he continued. “No, just give it to women who need help. Women who seem to be lost. I don’t know who this woman is. It’s just important that I find her.” He dropped the medallion into her open palm.

  “And what should I tell them?” she asked, admiring the golden jewelry. “There are a few women I know who seem depressed or down about where their lives are. Syndi and…ohhh, Maggie.”

  “Just give them the medallion. If they want me to come to them, it will summon me. It holds some powers, but mainly it’s a guide for me to find people. When I meet them, I will know if it is the person I seek.”

  “I’m not so sure I want to share you. If you do to them what you do for me…of course a lot of my friends are in need of a really good fuck. Lord knows I needed one. All right, I’ll do it. But what are you going to do for me?”

  “You ever had your pussy licked from the inside out?”

  Chapter Three

  The red glow from his eyes burned in the darkness. He had been sitting in the room, waiting for her.

  Her bedroom had once been a sanctuary, a place of solitude and relaxation. But the tranquil escape was now a reminder of how alone she really was. Syndi needed to experience dark, forbidden love. Maybe it wasn’t love she wanted or needed at all, more like lust. Her untapped corners being released onto someone, freeing the sexual beast within.

  Her one-time sanctuary was filled with a dark, mysterious aura. Someone or something was in the room. She could feel it. Her hand instinctively reached toward the phone on the nightstand beside her bed. She looked down and something sparkled on the surface. For a moment she froze, remembering what it was.

  It was the medallion Tasha had given to her with the sworn promise to return it. Syndi thought it was unique. It wasn’t a polished, perfectly restored piece of jewelry. Instead it was primitive-looking with flat spots on the wide parts, as if many people had rubbed it with their thumbs.

  For a moment everything seemed to calm. Her room became cold and she stood holding the medallion in her hand. She was nervous for some reason and began to stroke the smooth, flat spot on the back. Her eyelids fluttered when she felt her pussy becoming wet as if someone were licking it. Syndi’s jaw trembled when she rubbed the medallion faster and the stroking feeling intensified.

  Torn between stopping her pleasurable rub or sitting down before she fell to her knees, she gasped. Her chest flushed and the warmth between her legs spread through her body to her chest and focused on her breasts. Her nipples were aroused and hard. They stood proud and begged for attention. She began to shake from the scorching heat shooting through her veins.

  “You called for me, Syn?” His voice echoed in her ears.

  Startled, Syndi dropped the medallion. “Who the fuck…? How did you get in here?”

  “I have been watching you. You are a very sexy little woman, Syn.”

  “Why do you call me Syn? My name is Syndi.”

  He stepped closer to her, revealing his massive size in the dim light from the candles in the room. “Some people may call what you’re thinking of doing a sin. So let’s call it for what it is.”

  She stood motionless, her knees weakened and pussy wet with excitement. She had called to him as her friend Tasha suggested. It had been so long for her, so long since she’d been taken by a man. Letting go of everything holding her back. Life dealt her too many unplanned curves. Nothing was going right, and with all her long hours, anything remotely for herself disappeared.

  Tasha had tried to explain how this paranormal being had created such a feeling of power inside her. So Syndi wasn’t going to let anything or anyone get in her way and stop her from becoming the woman Tasha believed she was. And the sex was in-fucking-credible.

  Syndi swallowed when she saw the man pull his shirt off. His wide chest was a mass of muscle and he had an abdomen that rippled as he tossed the shirt aside.

  She closed her eyes, breathing in deep and trying to compose herself.

  “What am I supposed to do? This is a mistake. I can’t…” Her voice cracked while she tried to talk herself out of the situation.

  He stood stoically. A smile spread across his masculine lips and he pulled the long black strands of hair from his face with his muscled arm. “Don’t be afraid. I can see you aren’t the one I seek. But there is something missing in you. Something you have long forgotten. You know why you summoned me. Don’t try to deny your thoughts, your desires.”

  Her eyes scanned his body, instinctively looking lower to his crotch. The unfastened button on his black pants, the outline of his cock along his inseam, it all made her wetter, hungrier. Hungry for the taste of him in her mouth and wet to feel him violate parts of her body. “I can’t…”

  “Then I shall go. Give me the medallion and I’ll leave.” He walked up to her and held out his large hand.

  Syndi leaned over and picked up the golden medallion she had used to summon this being. It was hot to the touch and glistened from the candlelight beside it.

  She held her palm up with the medallion in it. The long chain dangled around her fingers, making them tingle. Looking up at this man made her breath catch in her throa
t. He stood so intimidating before her. His eyes were less red now, and more black and deep. There was something within his stare that drew her in further and further.

  Her hand shook as she laid it upon his. It was so delicate and fragile compared to the massive palm. He closed his fingers around hers with the medallion still in her grasp.

  He looked away from her eyes to the medallion enclosed in their grip. Resting his other hand around theirs, he squeezed. Closing his eyes, he began to murmur some type of quiet chant.

  A golden glow emanated from their hands clasped around the medallion. As he squeezed her hands tighter, the intensity of the light grew, as did the sudden pulse of heat within her pussy.

  Holy fucking shit, she thought as heat and the constant throb engulfed her entire pubic area. Her mind melted into a state of sexual euphoria, and like a heartbeat, her inner walls convulsed with spasms.

  “I’m going to make you come for me.” She heard his voice echoing in her mind. “Tonight, Syn, you belong to me.”

  Her knees buckled and she had the urge to cry out but didn’t. As she came, she felt such a release that it overwhelmed her body and mind. Her head fell back and she passed out in his arms.

  *~~*~~*

  Syn lay helpless as this huge sexual beast slammed his thick, rigid cock into her. He held her ankles in his large hands, spreading her legs wide and pumped deep.

  He’d pull back until the head of his cock began to spread the slippery opening apart then drove back in until she felt his balls slap against her. Syn bit her lip, holding back the screams of pleasure welling within her. Every fiber of her soul was ravaged and taken by this being. All she could do was hold on to the headboard and let him take her body again and again.

  “Fuck me until you burst, fuck me until you satisfy your lust. Just fuck me…” Her voice trailed off as she reached around his large frame and grabbed his ass.

  With a deep, menacing growl he lowered on top of Syn and sunk his length inside her. She whimpered and gasped for air as his weight almost smothered her. His chest, wide and sweaty, smashed against her breasts.