Banging My Boss

The reason I can never keep a job.

Life truly isn’t fair. It tears away at you, just a little piece at a time, until finally you can no longer stand your own reflection in the mirror. The only good thing happening to me right this moment is that he’s back from his lunch break.

It is entirely possible that I could stand in this spot all day, right here, in front of the copy machine, and just watch him in his office. Yes, I know perfectly well that it sounds just a bit on the crazy side, okay a lot, but if you could just see him you’d know what I mean. He is quite literally a walking, talking, sex dream on steroids.

Problem is…he’s my boss.

Bosses and sex dream material is a freak of nature and should never be allowed for viewing in the general public. Most of the women who work for him are perfectly happy to be at his beck and call. I, on the other hand, am not so keen at falling to my knees for him like the God that he is. Although, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop myself if he were to ask.

There are only two rules that I live my life by, one, don’t fuck your boss and two, don’t fuck your boss! So far I’ve been able to stick to them even when faced with the choice of unemployment. For the most part, it isn’t hard since my bosses have been really old men in suits as wrinkled as their faces were. This boss however, is a completely different story.

He is tall, has light hair and blue eyes, built like a sleek wrestler, and has the sweetest innocence about him that makes you want to lick every inch of his marble sculpted body.

Okay, that’s enough. I’m probably drooling all over my presentation by now. I should get back to work before he notices that I’m standing here staring at him again. I slowly start to make my way back to my desk when he calls out to me.

“Alexis? Can you come here please?” His voice rolls through me in waves and I have to close my eyes to keep from soaking my panties.

I catch my breath and step into his office. He asks me to close the door and my heart skips a beat, maybe two. I do as I’m told and stand in front of his desk awaiting yet another command.

He sits behind his desk in his pale blue button up shirt regarding me casually as I come in. His cool expression gives nothing away as to what he could possibly need from me. I don’t mind staring at his God-like features from afar but being this close to him makes my breath catch and my stomach flip into knots.

A thought occurs to me that I’m acting like an idiot and probably look like one too. I take a seat without permission and he arches a brow at me. Turning, I glance out of his office window to see if anyone notices I’m in there. Just as I suspected, all the little hens are craning their necks to see what’s going on.

“Did you need something?” I ask feigning impatience, hoping that the shakiness in my voice will go unnoticed.

“Yes actually. I need to ask you something. It’s personal.”

My mind leaps from one possible question to another until I finally give up. I stare into his cool blue eyes and answer him in the most unlady like way I can muster,  “Uh, okay. I guess.”

“I realize that this could get me fired but I just have to know if it’s a possibility.”

I don’t respond. I just watch him as he takes a deep breath and continues.

“I want to have sex with you. Tonight, as a matter of fact. Would you be willing to give it a try?”

I’m pretty sure my mouth has fallen open and my tongue is now lying on the floor. I don’t know what to say, how to respond, or what the holy fuck?

The graveness of his expression at least tells me he’s serious about the inquiry and not just trying to make me look like a fool, but why me? Of all the women in the office he straight up asked me, in the middle of a workday, who does that? I wonder how many other women he has approached like this and as if reading my mind he shakes his beautiful head.

He must have known exactly what I was thinking by the look on my face when he so quickly responds that he’s never asked anyone that particular question before. And if it’s too much trouble then he’ll never bring it up again.

I nod and simply leave his office. Just like that. Like the fool that I am. I just up and left. I should’ve said yes right away. Oh my God, I should’ve said no! Could I have said no? I have no idea. I sit at my desk staring at my screen saver for at least an hour before I open an email and send him the time in which I am willing to ‘be back at work for the proposal’.

*~~~~~*

“It’s really very simple, Lexi,” she says as she fluffs her hair in the mirror and smacks her gum. “Just fuck him and get it over with, ya know? Maybe it’ll suck ass and you can get back to work without feeling guilty about it.”

I roll my eyes at her and rinse my toothbrush. Misty is never the kind of friend who uses a filter when she speaks her mind. “That’s a great idea. Thanks for the advice.” I reply sarcastically.

“Come on! Don’t be such a fuckin’ chicken! The man is sex on a fuckin’ stick my friend, and you’re just lettin’ him on.” She follows me out of the bathroom and watches me pack a small handbag. “I mean, seriously what harm is there in just giving him a little BJ in the copyroom?”

“Other than I could lose my job? And him too for that matter? And we don’t have a copy room.” I blush at the idea of my naked ass on top of the copy machine as the light whirrs past, making hundreds of copies, while I get fucked hard by Mr. Sex-on-a-stick.

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“Oh my God, Misty. I’ve never fucked any of my bosses!” I deny.

“Oh yes you have! Remember Jeff? Or Mike? And even Sam? And what’s ‘is name from Kinko’s?” she giggles.

“I totally quit before I fucked them.”

“Uh huh, about two seconds before you fucked them.” She kicks her head back and laughs with pure delight.

Misty has always lived her life by one rule alone. If it feels good, do it. She is a genius wrapped up in the world’s sexiest package. She has pitch black hair that hangs just below her shoulders and her striking green eyes look like the sky just after a storm. Her sense of style is a little off but it fits her personality just fine.

She wears a men’s off white silk shirt with a teal blue tie which is tucked into a pair of slacks that hugs her hips. To finish it off, she wears her signature six inch black stilettos that make her tower above most average height men. She is stunning.

“I have no idea how you can look that good all the time,” I complain.

“Honey, I have to try to look this good. You simply have to get out of bed.” She smiles brightly at me as she hands me two condoms from her not-so-secret stash. “Just do it once for me. The other is for you if you want it. Come on, you deserve this, I promise you.”

*~~~~~*

Yes. I deserve this. I can totally justify having sex with my boss who could easily pass for a Roman in ancient Italy. At least that’s what I keep telling myself as I wait by the main door to the building. My key card doesn’t work after hours and he has to come let me in.

I stare at my reflection in the glass and wonder what exactly he sees in me. I am plain, almost boring really, I have blonde hair that is straight as a nail, and I’m not even that tall. I’m a little too curvy for my own taste but I can look past that for now. My blue eyes are usually what I use to get any man to notice me but I doubt that is why he asked me here tonight.

I decided to wear a slimming outfit borrowed from Misty and her massive closet. A light peach color silk shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt and a set of bright red high heels adorn my feet. I should’ve passed on the heels but Misty had insisted they were sexy as hell.

I can see him through the glass doors as he approaches. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top and his tie loosened just a bit. He looks tired but excited to see me. His hair is a little disheveled but totally adorable. A smile brightens his face and I can’t help but smile back at him. He pushes open the door and I step inside.

“Hi,” he says casually.

“Hi,” I reply more nervous than I was a second ago.

I realize I’m just standing there like an idiot with this stupid smile still on my face. I shouldn’t be here. I should just leave. I should run, as fast as I can back to the safety of my car. My feet refuse to move.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he tells me. I notice that I’m just tall enough with my heels that I can lay my head in my favorite spot. That perfect crook between his neck and shoulder. I’d like to lick that spot of his now that I think about it.

I clear my throat and nod, “me too.” My stomach has now officially twisted into knots and my heart is racing so fast I can feel it in my toes.

He leads me back to his office with a gentle hand on my lower back. I have no idea what I am doing here but I can’t turn back now.

“So, are we going somewhere?” I ask nervously.

“No.” He pegs me with a stare that could melt the wax from a candle it’s so damn hot. I want to tear off his clothes right then and there just to claw, lick, taste, and suck every inch of him. Dear Lord, I’m losing my ever loving mind.

I tell myself to get a grip and take a seat. I cross my legs very slowly and I begin to unbutton my shirt all while he watches me like a tiger ready to pounce. Might as well get started. He doesn’t move. It’s as if he is frozen in place by my little show. I finish unbuttoning my shirt very slowly but he makes no move to rush me through anything. Gently, he caresses my cheek as I look up at him.

“Stand up,” he orders and I do as I’m told. His gaze feels as if it is going to burn right through my skin. He slips his fingers just under my shirt collar and slowly pushes it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor without a sound.

Tracing two fingers over the tops of my breasts he lets out a ragged sigh. He leans down and presses his lips gently to the exposed skin. His lips are warm and soft as he traces the line of my bra with his tongue. I inhale sharply and hold it. When I go to move away from him he stops me with a single upward glance.

I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra letting it fall to the floor on top of the shirt. He smiles at me again and nods his approval. He splays his fingers around my breasts and cups each one in his hands. He stares at them for moment.

“Simply beautiful, Alexis,” he says ever so softly it makes my skin tingle.

“Thank you,” I whisper back.

He leans down and takes the hard nub of my nipple into his warm and wet mouth. I run my fingers through his hair and push my chest up higher to meet his hungry tongue. Gripping a handful of hair I tug his head back forcing him to look up at me. A low growl escapes him as I kiss him and he accepts me by wrapping his strong arms around my hips and pulls me close to him.

My naked breasts rub against his shirt and suddenly I want to feel his skin on mine. I yank off his tie and unbutton his shirt. I push the cloth over his shoulders and run my fingers over his hard body.

He is just as beautiful as I imagine him and better. He is rock hard in all the right places and I know I’ll be dragging my tongue all over him in just a minute. I ease myself against him and let out a sigh. He is so warm and inviting and smooth, like chocolate cake. I love chocolate cake. I let out a soft dreamy sigh.

He unzips the back of my skirt and I step out of it easily. When I move to kick off my heels he shakes his head, “keep them on.” Well, looks like Misty was right, he does like them. I smile brightly at him.

He pulls me close again and wraps my hair in his fingers. Yanking my head back, hard, I hiss through my teeth while he lays siege to my neck with his mouth and rubs the tight buds of my nipples between his finger tips.

I let my hands and fingers wander as he tastes every inch of my skin. I cup his tight ass in my hands and nearly moan at how firm it is. I can feel his hardening sex between us and I can barely wait. I remove his pants as quickly as I can and marvel at his glory.

His body really and truly is a work of art. I want to study it, taste it, and fuck it mercilessly. My need for him pounds in my gut and sends fire between my thighs. My mouth is actually watering at the sight of him.

Unable to resist him any longer I drop to my knees before my God like creature and run my fingers along the hard, long, length of him. I hear his sharp intake of breath at my gentle touch and I shoot him a wicked grin.

I run my hands up the backs of his thighs and I swirl my tongue around the tip of his swollen cock. He grinds his teeth and digs his fingers into my hair as if I might run away.

Yeah right. I might never be able to let go, ever. He is delicious in every sense of the word and I only want more. A feverish desire rages through me as I dip my head lower into his groin taking him fully. I slide my mouth as far as I can go and suckle him on my way back up, using my hands to caress his heavy sac. And I do it again and again and again.

His moans come from deep in his chest telling me he is enjoying himself just as much as I am. My panties are soaked as I work him into a lather.

“You are gorgeous,” he rasps. “I need you so bad right now. If you don’t stop I’m going to come all over you.”

I chuckle at his obvious desire. When I look up to meet his hooded gaze I catch the passion that resides there. And it’s all for me. Every ounce of it. I am ready for him to do to me whatever he wants.

But I want the control. I will do to him what I want first. This is my fantasy after all. I stop what I’m doing and hear his sudden exhale. I smile up at him again and he arches a brow at me in wonder. I slide my nearly completely naked body along his seductively and coil his tie from the floor in my hand on the way up.

He watches me with interest as I push him back towards one of the chairs. He obeys as I tell him to sit. I straddle him and slowly rub my covered sex against his. I moan my own pleasure and run wet kisses down his neck.

His hands caress my backside as he suckles my breasts. I continue to rub myself against him as I wrap my arms around his neck and force his lips to mine. He returns my gentle kiss with something much more powerful and deep. His tongue works over mine with such possession that my breath catches in my throat.

I grab his hand and wrap the tie around his wrist loosely, holding it behind his head. He is curious but asks me nothing and doesn’t stop me. Slowly, I lead his hand down my body, between my thighs for just a moment and finally behind his back. I do the same with his other hand and lean into him. He lets out another growl as he rakes his teeth along my shoulder.

“I’m going to fuck you blind, and just when you think you’re done, I’m going to do it again,” I whisper in his ear. I hear his laugh as I tie his hands together at the wrist and step away from the chair.

He can only watch as I move away and admire him from my standing position. A small smile caresses my lips as I watch him grow increasingly uncomfortable with the position I have placed him in. I reach into my hand bag and pull out one of the condoms Misty gave me.

The time for words has passed. I need him. Now. Inside of me.

I calm my inner demons and slowly remove my panties. I straddle him once again using my hands to bring his cock up to greet me. I put the condom package between my teeth and tear it open. I roll it onto him with quick efficiency and I guide his hard erection to my entrance. Slowly I lower myself onto him and I let out a long sigh. He is much larger than I thought he would be yet he fits me perfectly.

He throws his head back with a moan and I lean down, sinking my teeth into his neck. He fills me completely, fully; I begin to move my hips slowly, in little circles, pulling him deeper inside of me with each stroke.

I trace my teeth along his stubbled jaw and nip at his lower lip. I force him to watch me as I use my right hand to find my clit. I rub it gently at first then faster. I moan and kick my head back enjoying the feel of him inside me and pleasuring myself. I am so close to climax I can feel it in my bones.

“No, Alexis!” he exclaims. I stop, irritated and panting.

“What?”

“Untie me. Now.” The way his eyes are lit with fire and his voice is filled with gravel I move quickly. I free his hands and he is on me in a second.

Forcing me to the floor, he takes my hands and holds them above my head in one of his. Jamming himself inside me over and over again I come in mere seconds.

Pulsing around him I can feel my juices soaking my thighs. He eases himself off of me, tracing his hot tongue down every inch of my body, making his way down between my legs. He nips at my sex with his teeth and I flinch.

“No worries, baby. I won’t hurt you,” he whispers.

I relax and let him continue. I can feel his tongue making small figure eights around my opening then up to my clit and back. On each pass he takes my little nub between his teeth and sucks hard. I arch my back to greet him, never have I allowed men to pleasure me this way before. It was too intimate, too adoring, too loving. But with him, I’d let him have the world.

I climax again quickly when he inserts two fingers into me and finds my pleasure core. I jerk off the floor but he holds me down with one hand on my flat stomach. I explode around his fingers and my body tingles with each excruciating pulse. He moans in his own pleasure as he relishes in my orgasm.

When I am finished, he inches his way back up my body and traces his fingers along my sides. He takes my mouth with his and I can taste myself on his tongue, a bittersweet taste that I thoroughly enjoy.

Easily he guides himself back into me and works his cock back and forth. Bringing me to the brink once again. I don’t know how many times he will allow me to come; all I know is that I don’t want him to stop.

“Fuck me harder. Please, faster. Oh fuck!” I plead with him. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck I squeeze him to me.

I whisper his name in his ear over and over again as he covers me with his body. I sink my teeth into his shoulder, begging him to stop this luxurious torture.

“Fuck!” He curses as he finally comes inside of me.

We lay there in the heat of our passion, sweat glistening off our bodies as we attempt to catch our breath. I am ready for more almost instantly. I lean up on one arm and wrap my leg around his thigh, gently caressing his spent cock with my knee.

“Boss?” I ask meekly as I trace my finger around one of his nipples. I lean down and kiss it gently, pulling it between my lips for a little suckle.

“Yeah?” He replies after a second.

“I quit.”

A Childhood Experience

My first experience with my own sexuality must have been around the time I started to notice that boys were no longer looking at me like I was pal. Instead of asking me to go dirt bike riding and shooting practice, they would ask me to go to the movies and hold their hands. I didn't quite understand this change in them and just went along with it for a while. That is until I was about thirteen years old and I noticed that I had a crush on my older brother's best friend who was seventeen. We will call him Roy.

Roy was handsome, tall, kind, and always made sure to pay attention to me when he came over. He held my hand a lot and I loved it. I sat in his lap when I would tag along with my brother and his friends and we would all go to the gravel pits in the truck to spin out, party, and drink illegally. I made sure that no other girl talked to him while I was around and he didn't seem to mind. My friends adored him too, which made him even more attractive to me. I thought for sure I was going to love Roy my entire life.

One night, my brother asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with them. Of course I agreed and hurried to get dressed in a skirt and button shirt. I asked my dad for some money and was out the door faster than the speed of light. Town was a little over five miles away from our country home so my brother drove. We picked up Roy on our way since he only lived a few blocks from the theater and went to the movie. I can't remember what movie was playing at the time but I do remember sitting between my brother and Roy when my brother got violently sick halfway through and went home. He made Roy promise to get me home safe.

As the movie let out Roy walked me back to his place and we were hand in hand. I didn't realize that his parents had been out of town the last few days so the house was dark. He asked me to come in and I agreed. Leading me to his room where his posters of metal bands hung from the walls I realized that I had never been in a boy's room before.

I was nervous and my hands began to sweat. What if he wanted to kiss me? What if he wanted to do more than kiss? I had no idea what I was doing; I'd never kissed anyone before. I'd seen it in the movies and on TV; I could probably figure it out. Maybe he would teach me? Would it hurt?

These questions rolled through my head one by one. I didn't care that I was only thirteen and he seventeen. All I knew is that this boy liked me and wanted me. Of all the pretty girls he knew he wanted me. He sat on his bed and I noticed he was just about as nervous as I was so I sat next to him. He took my hand again and turned me towards him. He touched my face and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. Smiling he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

My heart leapt from my chest and my stomach immediately did summersaults in my gut. We were kissing! I was so excited, and so scared. I didn't quite know how to stop or even if I should stop. I pushed him back onto his bed and straddled him. Our kisses became something more primal than anything I’d seen on television. Passion took over all of my senses and all I wanted was him. I raked my fingers through his hair and down his chest. He took off my shirt and bra to play with my barely there tits. Taking one into his mouth he moaned in pleasure.

“This is how it’s supposed to be,” I thought. Pleasure spiked through me and without hesitation I unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. I’d never seen an actual penis before. Sure, I’d seen one or two in some of my brother’s hidden dirty magazines filled with the naked girls but never one that was so real, so up close, so personal. I held my breath not sure what to do with it once it was out.

It stood at attention and wept for me, an urge to lick it overwhelmed me and I know I was blushing at the thought. Roy smiled gently and whispered, “Its okay. You don’t have to do anything.” He kissed me again on the neck and nipped his teeth over my ear lobe. He lifted my skirt and dipped his fingers under my panties and between the folds of my sex. As if I didn’t have a choice I wrapped my delicate fingers around him and began rubbing him ever so softly.

It felt so good to have his fingers there, working me, and me doing the same to him. I’d never felt the sensations I was feeling and I never wanted them to stop either. I moaned and kissed him again, pushing myself onto his fingers harder, pleading with him silently to keep doing what he was doing. He kept at it for awhile until finally I burst around him, soaking his hand and his pants with my juices. Without a word we both collapsed onto his bed and caught our breaths.

He drove me home after that and we didn’t say much to each other. I stared out the window wondering when we could do that again and what it was that I just did. Was I still a virgin? I had no idea. I vowed not to tell my friends about it and I never did.

In fact, this is the first time I have ever told this story. I never even got the chance to thank him for showing me what pleasure was because he shipped out the next day for the Army. He knew I needed something from him but I didn’t know how to communicate it to him. I didn’t even know I wanted it until he showed it to me. He needed something from me too but I don’t know if I was able to give it to him then. Perhaps if we knew each other today I could thank him for showing me what I needed to know. I have since compared all my boyfriends to this amazing person I knew and how he treated me.

An Innocence Lost: Chapter 1

Here's another quick story for your viewing pleasure. As always, play safe!

An Innocence Lost: Chapter 1

I could tell that he was nervous. He was an innocent. He knew what he wanted but didn’t know how to say it. It was my job to teach him. I stepped towards him with one hand raised as if he were a frightened animal. I didn’t want to scare him. He had no idea what he was about to get himself into.

I took him in my arms and he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle and it slowly built in intensity. Our tongues danced together in our mouths as we both embraced the fire that suddenly burned inside us.

His hands wrapped around my back and down my thighs as he pulled me up and over his hips. I slung my legs around his waist and jerked him close as he pinned me against the wall. I could feel his hardening shaft between my legs. The heat between us making me wish I’d worn a skirt to work today.

I wanted this. I’ve always wanted this. Since the moment I’d met him I wanted to feel him move inside me. I wanted to suck him dry and fuck him blind. Tonight was my night.

Shifting me in his arms, he lifted me higher and slid his hand down the back of my pants. One hand was squeezing my ass while the other slipped under my shirt and did the same to my breast. I was panting, and he was cursing.

His hips were between my thighs and he was grinding his body into mine. The friction of our jeans, the feel of his hands on me, and his tongue in my mouth, something was happening.

I wasn’t used to men taking control. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was the one that had no idea what I was getting myself into. I allowed myself to soak up the love he was so eager and willing to give me. I was selfish in my desire and want, so I let him give me what I couldn’t afford to give back.

I whimpered as he tore off my shirt and took my breast in his mouth. His teeth nipped at my rising bud and I moaned in pleasure. I sunk my nails into his back as he fumbled to unbutton my pants. He jammed his hand down the front as soon as he got them open. “I got you. I fuckin’ got you. Just let it out. I wanna watch you fuckin’ cum,” he growled.

I reacted to his words like a viper would its prey. I snatched his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. I tasted the copper that seeped into my mouth and I sucked harder. He growled again and pressed his lips against mine in a possessive lock.

His fingers slipped inside of me and my body locked up tight. My sex contracted and I imploded, pulsing through each wonderful erotic sensation.

When I opened my eyes he was staring at me with a look I’ve never seen before. It was a look of adoration, or hope, maybe? Both scared the crap out of me. Both were wrong on so many levels. Both meant more to him than they ever would to me. I was not the delicate china he wanted to hold in his hand. I was the broken dinner dish that was haphazardly tossed in the trash.

He should care about that. But he didn’t, because he didn’t, he wanted me. Me, of all the people he could ever have. His mistake was believing that he could fix whatever was broken inside of me. Still he thrust his fingers in and out of my now soaking wet sex.

Suddenly he stopped and I nearly fell to the floor. He ripped my pants from my legs in one smooth motion and tossed them aside. I ripped open the front of his jeans and pulled out his heavy cock in my hand. I gasp at its size. My finger tips couldn’t touch when I wrapped them around the shaft and worked him.

He inhaled and I bent to take him into my mouth. He stopped me just short, “no baby. I’ll never make it.”

He picked me up and crushed me against the wall again pushing himself into me. I screamed his name and clawed at his shoulders.

“Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby” he said as he slammed into me. Over and over he sent me into a tail spin. “Tell me what you need.”

I could barely breathe let alone speak. I throbbed for him. I needed him, all of him. I wanted nothing more than to taste him, feel him; I was getting what I wanted. Not that I deserved any of what he had to give.

It was then that he came for me. I felt his hot passion spurt into me as he groaned his pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me closer. I kissed him, hard, my passion refueling his desire. I licked at the sweat that seeped down his neck and he moaned.

“Fuck. You have a solid hold on me now, baby. What am I supposed to do with that?” He smiled down at me.

I simply shrugged and buried my face into his shoulder. I was probably going to break him.

Bondage Virgin: Part I

If you follow me on twitter you know already that my walking, talking, sex dream of a friend wanted to read something I had written. Since most of my comings and goings are done at random or anonymously (due to copyrights I cannot post most of my articles here as you know) I decided to whip something up just special for him. He is such an innocent that I almost don't know what to do with him. I don't want to freak him out and scare him away forever but I want him to be informed of the fictional side, the hardcore side, and even the lighter sides of me. He seems to be very much interested in my life style and maybe, just maybe, with fingers crossed and velvet ropes abundant, I can show him a thing or two, but we'll get to that a little later. In the mean time. Below is the quick write up made just for him. Written from his perspective, without edits.

I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. She’d already told me what I needed to do and the guys had already told me what to expect for the most part. I knew what she did for a living. I’d heard about her throughout my years at the office. The VPs had recommended her almost as soon as I had received my promotion into the executives lounge. She only worked for a high price and she had a low tolerance for idiocy.

She was coming over in ten minutes and I was to be kneeling, naked and waiting, with my head down and palms up, resting on my thighs. She was very specific and I surely did not want to disappoint her my first time around. I could only imagine what she planned to do with me from the stories I’d heard.

Seconds after I was in position the front door burst open. I resisted the urge to look up and see what beauty stood before me. I heard the clip clop of her high heels on my hardwood flooring as she made her way over to me. Blood red stilettos came into view as she stopped directly in front of me. I held my breath, but still I did not look up.

“Good…What is your name?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice was soft and licked my senses into high gear. I hesitated too long and I was punished with one of her heels pressed deep and hard into my thigh. Pain radiated up my leg and directly into my chest.

“Devon.” I breathed out quickly.

She removed her heel and I could hear her chuckling. A soft, gentle, laugh that made me long to see her face. I still did not look up. Slowly she set a bag down onto the floor and began walking around me. She studied me as one would study the fine breeding of a race horse.

“Devon, you will speak only when spoken to. You will do as I say at all times. You will climax on my command and you will say your caution word or safe word if you ever feel that I need to stop or slow down. Failure to follow these commands could result in severe punishment or injury. Is that understood?”

I did not hesitate this time. I said yes. The caution word was yellow and the safe word was red. She preferred them to other words since they were easy to remember during times of intense pain or pleasure. I hoped I didn’t have to use them.

She ordered me to stand but I still could not look at her. I kept my head down and lead her to my bedroom. I had lit some candles earlier and they were slowly dripping their wax down the headboard.

“hmmm…we will use those later I think,” she said as she tossed her bag to the side of the bed. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Feet flat on the floor, hands behind your head, eyes closed.”

I did as I was told. I was more afraid of what her punishment would be should I sneak a glance in her direction. She took a step closer and straddled me. Wrapping one arm around my neck, she took my shaft in the other and squeezed tightly. I instantly hardened. She leaned in and took the lobe of my ear between her teeth. She bit down, hard. I inhaled sharply and squeezed my eyes tighter. I knew better than to pull away.

She made her way down my neck leaving a trail of teeth marks in her wake. For every ounce of pain she gave me I was given a reward. She worked me with her hand, slowly at first then faster. Up and down, on each down stroke she caressed my balls and squeezed them closer to my body. I was breathing hard and trying to focus on not cumming all over her hand.

“There is a fine line that is traveled between pleasure and pain. I am glad you chose me to show you.” Her words filled up the space between us. “You’re built for this. Not like those flabby bastards you work for. Their punishments are much greater than yours will be this day.”

She talked so strangely but it seemed to suit her and only served to make me harder. I’d never heard any woman talk like that but I didn’t want her to stop.

Pre-cum seeped from the tip of my cock and she bent down to lick it off. I nearly exploded in her face. What would my punishment have been had I done so I wonder?

“I want you to cum. Right now,” she said as if she was reading my mind. She pushed my cock against my belly and slid her wet pussy along my rock hard shaft. She pulled me closer and sunk her teeth into my bicep. I moaned something dark from the back of my throat and did as she commanded. I was immediately rewarded with her lips on my cock, sucking me dry, and finally taking me fully in her mouth.

I no longer needed to see her face. I was under her complete control. Once I was spent she shoved me away. She pushed me face down onto the bed and tied my hands behind my lower back. She made quick work of the silken ropes that bound me and rendered me completely immobile. She placed something over my eyes and tied it in the back.

I began to panic; I’d never been so out of control before. My heart raced and sweat beaded at the back of my neck. I squirmed to free myself until suddenly a sharp pain across my ass cheeks brought me back to reality.

“You will do as I say, Devon. Stop fighting the restraints. You will only make them tighter.” And she was right. The circulation was nearly cut off to my right hand. She adjusted the knot and it loosened immediately.

She straddled me again and slid her hands up and down my back. She pressed deep, forcing me to relax. I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and breathed. I could feel myself hardening again.

“Easy, Devon,” she whispered in my ear. I shivered in anticipation. She moved off of me and slid a hand under my belly. “Ass in the air, shoulders down, turn your head to the side,” she ordered. I did as she commanded and my incentive was received as a gentle kiss.

Her lips were as soft as rose petals as she took my tongue in her mouth. She tasted like heaven and when she pulled away I whimpered.

After a moment I felt the bed move and her warm hand caressed my ass cheeks. At the same time her other hand grabbed my hardened cock. She knelt beside me as she worked my cock into submission again. Slowly she slipped a finger between my cheeks and rubbed the opening she found there.

I was holding my breath. Hoping she wasn’t about to do what I thought she was going to. She waited, patiently, while I came to grips with my new reality. My cock was still hard in her hand as she steadily brought me to climax again. In my distraction she slipped one, two, and three, of her long fingers into my anus and began working them around slowly. I bit my cheek to keep from crying out. She found the spot she was looking for in an instant. Pleasure built in my gut and she ordered it from me as each second passed.

She squeezed my cock in her iron grip and worked my ass. I could barely breathe. Sweat poured from my skin while I tried to hold back. She had not given me the command to cum. What would she do if I did?

Suddenly she stopped. I choked on my tongue; I was expecting that she would allow me to cum like she did the first time. She repositioned herself and kneeled behind me. My cock throbbed, begging for its release.

“Put this in your mouth,” she ordered. I opened wide and she slid a cool plastic toy into my mouth. It was cone shaped and round at the tip which got wider as she pushed it deep into my throat. I immediately knew what she wanted to do with the butt plug and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation.

She slowly slid it into my ass and waited for me to adjust to the new sensation. I shoved my face into the bedding and bit down. I wanted to scream. The intensity of every flex, every move, was enough to send me over the edge. Why wouldn’t she just let me cum?

Long Time No See

There's the understatement of the year.

While I have no legitimate excuses for not dropping a note here and there, I do have a reason for my lack of sensitivity for readers. I have neglected my blog for this long because I have been working on "A Little Bit Strange," a BDSM novel. It, of course, requires copious amounts of research that I had to pursue. I was a willing participant in most of the acts labeled in the novel so I could get it just right. Others I was just a viewer, you may notice the differences when you read the book. Or you might not, either way.

I have never been one to just write what I thought would happen in situations. Generally, I have to live those situations myself to know how an educated human being would act. I watch others in the same situations to see how they react and then finally mesh it all together for my fictional characters.

In any event, I am now back and will be posting more often than once a millennium. You can always contact me at my email or via twitter @EroticSonia.

A Gorean Lifestyle

Have you read anything from John Norman?

Would it surprise you to find out that there is a subculture of erotic followers from his novels?

Me too! That is, until I started doing a little research into the Gorean lifestyle.

John Norman is a science fiction writer who created the Gor lifestyle through his books perhaps inadvertently. There is little proof that he participates in these acts or even condones the acts themselves. His novels include erotic sex, dominance, slavery, bondage, beatings, etc. (All the things an erotica novelist like myself wants in a "pushing the boundaries" kind of book.)

Gor's tend to be jumbled in with the BDSM crowd, which is understandable, but incorrect nonetheless. Gor's and BDSMers may have perceptions that are the same; Gorean seems to be a quasi-religious lifestyle while BDSM is more of a sexual lifestyle. BDSM concepts of servitude and slavery are important in the Gorean style. Most Gor's do not own their consensual slaves and slavery is not required in order to practice Gorean. Gor's do not label themselves or consider themselves part of BDSM. They reject most ideas of isolated sex 'scenes' and instead they follow their guidelines throughout their daily lives, at all times, at home, work, or socially. Gor's follow stricter dominance and submission standards with total power exchange relationships.

Males tend to be the dominants, more so than females in the Gorean style. Females are not forbidden to do so. It is their belief that males have a predisposition to be more dominant and females submissive. Male dominance is part of the "natural order" belief system.

This is so interesting to me as a writer that I have decided to include the Gorean Morality into one of my "pushing the boundaries" erotica books.

A Little Bit Strange

The moment Alexis saw her professor leaning over his desk attempting to grab at something on the other side; she knew it was all over. Staring at his scrumptious backside from behind the glass door, her mind flew into an erotic dream like state. Her naked body flat on the dark teak desktop, her legs wrapped around his waist as he gyrated his hips against her warmth, the random office supplies strewn on the floor while she writhed in pleasure under his enormous frame. She let out a long dreamy sigh as he straightened and turned in her direction.

“Oh hello Miss Flynn!” he said excitedly, holding up the hard earned pencil that was conveniently elusive. “So glad you could make it.” He grabbed the door and pulled it the rest of the way open for her to enter. Shoving the pencil into the top pocket of his shirt, he smiled down at her.

She smiled shyly back up at him as she slipped into his richly decorated office. He let the door close and her heart skipped a beat in anticipation as she heard it click shut. He didn’t tower over her but she was naturally tall and the heels she was wearing would have brought her to eye level with him. That is, if she was facing him. He stood so close behind her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. If only he knew what sort of ideas she had in her head about this room and him in it.

He stepped around her and gestured for her to take a seat. Clutching the mound of books in her arms tight against her breasts that practically screamed for him to touch them, she stepped forward and took a seat on his black leather couch. He was wearing one of his better looking gray suits with a light blue tie and white button shirt. She’d never known him to wear anything else but the suit and tie thing; then again, she’d never seen him outside the university setting either.

“No problem Professor Hughes,” she said, trying to hide the recent arousal in her voice. She’d heard that the university had hired him on the spot when he’d applied. Of course it helped that the Dean of Psychology was a two time divorcee and he was drop dead gorgeous.

His sexy dark brown hair fell over his even darker brown eyes as he took a seat across from her in one of the matching leather recliners and leaned back. The muscles in his arms flexed, she suddenly despised that shirt he was wearing, and she wanted to tear it off his body. He was young, only a couple of years older than her, and his award winning looks didn’t hurt either. His face was that of a god and he had the body to match it. It was difficult to look away. The smoothness of his voice made her want him even more. That familiar tingle between her legs told her that she didn’t just want him, she wanted to possess him.

All the girls in her class panted with lust whenever he was mentioned, the giggling and the retelling of every move he made, almost made her sick. She tried to ignore them but secretly found him as irresistible as they did. She definitely couldn’t ignore the fact that his lectures were always completely full either. His psychology classes had been moved from one of the smaller rooms to the lecture hall on the North side of campus. Even with the move it was standing room only. Some students took his classes just to watch and listen to him, even if it wasn’t part of their major. He had a natural ability to make the normally boring subject enthralling.

He crossed one leg over his knee at the ankle and observed her carefully. She had to fight the urge to shove her books to the floor, strip naked, and straddle him right there. Licking her lips in wanton desire she knew she definitely had to leave…and soon, she couldn’t be held accountable for her actions after too long.

“Please, we’re going to be working together for a long time. Call me Max.” His gentle smile sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to lick those lips and scratch her nails over his broad chest and thick thighs. She wanted to taste every inch of him with her tongue. Stop it…

“Okay…Max,” she said, trying the name out on her lips.

“Good. Let’s get started shall we?”

Now? Her lungs ceased to function.

“I don’t have a desk for you yet but it’s on order. It’ll be up against that wall over there…” He gestured to the far wall opposite his desk.

I think we could make use of that wall before then…

“…and feel free to use anything you need in here…”

Am I free to use you…

“I’ll get you a key tomorrow,” he finished.

“A key?” she asked, finding it difficult to follow what he was saying.

“Yes. I keep the door locked at all times Miss Flynn.” His eyes darkened as he held her attention. “I hate to be…interrupted…between office hours.”

Her eyes widened as she absorbed the possible implication of that statement.

I’m listening…

“By accepting this position you and I will constantly be in touch. If you are not in class, I expect you to either be here in the office or with me. I won’t tolerate complacency and laziness. Understand?”

He couldn’t resist tempting her. He could see she bristled at the implied accusation that she would ever be lazy. He knew better, the girl was an amazing student and paid every penny of her college tuition in cash without the assistance of financial aid, which meant she worked hard. The slight blush of anger that crept up her neck and the glare she shot towards him said “fuck off asshole.” He grinned in amusement. Her pale green eyes shifted away from him but he knew he was right; she was not the kind of quiet, demure little girl she was trying to portray. She was hiding something behind the armament she had put up, but why?

Her simple off-white long sleeved shirt was covered by an odd looking, pale red, sweater vest that appeared handmade; they both were buttoned to the top button. Her pitch black slacks fit loosely on her hips but the bright red high heels she wore practically screamed her craving for attention. She was thin, but had curves she concealed. He wanted, no needed, to find out what her secret was.

He’d chosen her, out of all the applicants, to be his assistant on the research project he was heading. His excuse to the board was that she was the only psychology major that was qualified enough to handle the investigation and a full class load. But he knew all to well that from the moment she had stepped into his office with her application he wanted her. Not just in a professional way, but some unseen force drew him to her. He had a sense about her and wasn’t about to let a little thing like the board get in the way of that.

“But if I have a key, wouldn’t it be possible that I would interrupt you?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes Miss Flynn. That would be the point,” he said as pulled the pencil and a small business card out of his shirt pocket and jotted down his cell number. He handed the card to her and put the pencil onto the table between them.

Alexis was very careful not to touch him as she took the small card and placed it in her binder without looking at it, he frowned at her. Although she didn’t notice. He slung a relaxed arm over the back of the recliner and watched her as she fidgeted with the edge of her notebook.

A touch of pink rushed to her cheeks when she noticed he was staring and she removed her glasses. She let out a soft groan and rubbed her face. He wondered what was going through her mind right that second but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. He liked watching her instead. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and then abruptly stood, shoving her glasses onto her petite face.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then Professor…I mean Max.” She started for the door when he launched from his seat to block her path. He stepped in front of her and she had to put a hand up to stop herself from running into him. She found the muscles beneath that silky shirt were thick as boards and she had to bite her tongue to keep it in her mouth. Pulling her books closer to her chest, she bit down harder to keep a moan of pleasure from escaping.

His breath caught in his throat as fire raged through his chest at her touch and down to his hardening cock. He suddenly needed more of her; he needed to be closer to her. He took a step towards her and inhaled her female scent. His cock jerked in his pants begging to be released.

“Miss Flynn-“

“Alexis,” she cut him off.

“Alexis,” he said slowly as if he was trying to catch a skittish cat, “would you-”

Their lips were only inches apart. She already knew what he was going to ask and she had to stop it. “Professor Hughes. You don’t want to do this, trust me. I have another class to get to right now. I will email you my class schedule and drop by for the key tomorrow,” she said quickly.

The hard look she pegged him with had him taking a step to the side. He wasn’t sure why he’d followed her unspoken command to shut up and get out of the way but he nodded at her in acceptance. Her hand remained on his chest as she pushed him back against the metal filing cabinets that sat by the door with a heavy slam. They stood there together, only inches apart, her eyes never leaving his. He felt himself being drawn to her undeniable control, silently awaiting her next order. He sucked in a breath as her hand slowly drifted down over his flat stomach, her fingertips barely grazing the top of his belt. His skin prickled with the anticipation of something more to come.

She let out a labored sigh and quickly headed out the door, away from him. Her bright red high heels clapped loudly on the tiled floor as he silently wished he could see more of that fire he’d just glimpsed in her eyes. She rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of sight all too quickly for his taste. Slowly, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized was holding and tried to talk his growing erection back down to a manageable size. Hopefully this wouldn’t become a persistent problem whenever she was around.

He turned and closed the door. Walking towards his chair behind the desk, he took a seat. She’d obviously known what he was about to ask and she’d stopped him. He supposed it could have been the whole ‘don’t fuck your professors’ thing but he seriously doubted it. Despite the protective gear she wore, something told him she wasn’t a stickler for the rules. The way she’d looked at him just then only fueled his curiosity about her. She wanted him as much as he wanted to reveal her and he was going to use it to his advantage.

“What are you hiding Miss Flynn?” he whispered as he picked up a light brown folder and opened it up. Her application was the first one in the stack. There was a raging inferno behind her shield of clothing and terribly unfashionable glasses; he just needed to find out what.