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The Office Visit
04:12 Oct 18 2006
Times Read: 548






Pain. Sharp and stabbing, white hot...making me dizzy. Groping in the darkness, I manage to rise from the cold slab of concrete upon which I had slept. As I rise, so does the blood lust. Carefully I explore the tender area....Ouch! Damn it! How did this happen? Aren't we vampires supposed to heal with the "healing sleep"? It had worked before. Injury at sunrise equals healed at sunset. What the hell had I done wrong?



Disgusted and disgruntled, I make my way from my lair to my nearby abode, grumbling to myself as I go. My stomach rumbling it's disapproval, adding it to mine.



I settle into my favorite chair and contemplate my predicament. I am hungry and currently in no condition to feed. My suffering has not abated with the healing sleep as it should. There is no one skilled among my kind able to help me. And it's not as if I can go about as a mortal might.



Then again...the streets were filled with strange mortals. Some even going so far as to emulate us. Or what they perceive us to be, dark creatures of the night. Black clothes, white faces, and some go as far as to have caps but on their incisors to lengthen them in an attempt to appear more "realistic". Their attitude is one of disdain for their fellow mortals. It is very amusing and at the moment, very convenient.



A plan begins to form in my mind. Executing it would require intelligence, bravado and well...lots of luck. I will myself near the building housing my salvation. From starvation anyway, my soul being an entirely different matter.



Covertly, I scout the area and seeing no one, I cover the distance to the building in the blink of an eye. I find myself looking through the window. I spy a pretty little thing behind the counter. Must be the receptionist. I congratulate myself on my well laid plan as I read the sign on the door...



"Ferncrest Emergency Dental Clinic"



A dentist who works nights. Just my type of donor, uh....doctor! Pushing open the door, I walk to the counter. The sweet young morsel behind the counter raises her head and glances at me.



"Yes?" She inquires sweetly.



"I need to see a dentist. It's an emergency." I say. My mouth watering as I gaze fondly at her jugular.



"And what is the nature of your emergency?" Sweetness strikes again.



Hmm...well, let's see...I think I have a cavity in my left incisor...I think, mind you. I can't really be sure as I have no reflection and therefore cannot confirm my suspicion....Oh! And surprise! I'm a vampire.



"Tooth hurts. Can't feed...uh...eat anything."



"Ah, I see. The doctor is with someone now, but if you will take a seat...I'll let him know he has a client waiting." She smiles her sweet smile.



Tempting morsel. Damn throbbing tooth! "Thank you," I mumble as I scratch a name onto the appointment book.



She leaves the counter briefly then returns quietly to resume her work. As the minutes tick by, I feel more and more tempted to taste the sweet young thing. Maybe just a sip...Sharp pain! Throbbing...in time with her pulse. Throb, throb, throb...78 throbs a minute. God, I'm going insane. I must've moaned or made some other such sound of distress because around the counter comes "sweet thing."



"You poor man!" She cries as she pulls my head into her heaving bosom.



Oh God! Not even You would punish me like this! I am unable to hear her words clearly as my head is buried between her ample breasts. I am, however, able to hear her heartbeat...strumming sweetly through her body.



As my mouth waters and my stomach rumbles, my tooth is a painful reminder that I am unable to perform. How humiliating! In my arms, a beautiful, sweet, tasty treat and I cannot even bring myself to take a sip. I think I will surely die of shame now.



I close my eyes and wait. Nope, still here and not breathing. Damn! A vampire unable to bite. What will I tell the guys if they find out about this?



Suddenly I am free and a man, I assume is the dentist, is tapping his foot in the doorway.



"Just what were you doing?" I hear him hiss.



"He was in such pain..." she begins sweetly.



"Well, back off! I told you before...clients are off limits."



With a pretty little pout, "sweet thing" returns to the counter. I hear her call my "name" and here I go. I am led to a room with a big chair. The dentist motions for me to sit in the chair. I sit.



"How's it going?" He asks me as he jerks the chair back into a reclining position.



"Uh...not too well." I tell the big-toothed, snow-white set of teeth filling my vision. "I think I have a cavity..."



"Really? Well, let's take a look shall we?"



I open my mouth and I hear his sharp intake of breath. The lies I have prepared fly through my mind and as I gaze around the room seeking a means of escape, I begin to realize that I am surrounded by sharp objects of every conceivable size and shape. Vaguely his voice register in my brain...



"What a whopper! Never seen a cavity that big in all my years. I suggest you lay off the sweet things from now on."



"Uh-huh." I say, trying not to drool, as his hand is still in my mouth. I have an almost irresistable urge to bite down...Hard! Then the old adage, "don't bite the hand that feeds you," springs to mind.



"I'm going to have to fill it, which means I'll need to numb the area."



Out comes a needle the size of my arm. I think I hate him. As I am plotting his demise, after my tooth is fixed of course, I see "sweet thing" lingering outside the room and immediately I recall the dentist's words of earlier.



No-no, my tempting morsel! It's sweet young things such as yourself that has brought my teeth to ruin. As of now, I swear off any person remotely sweet looking, sweet smelling or sweet tasting. No more sweets, my sweet. Sigh. Abruptly my thoughts are cut off as I hear the dentist begin to drill. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...



With a start, I realize that I see and smell smoke coming from my mouth. Just wonderful! I can see the headlines now:



Man Dies In Dentist's Chair



Researchers say that the man spontaneously combusted while the dentist was working on him...



..."He just went up in smoke...poof!" Dr. William Grim stated. "I've never seen anything like it!"...



I try to speak around his hand but my mouth refuses to work. I wave my hands frantically.



"Problem?" He asks.



"Yeths!" My mouth refuses to form words.



"Well, what is it?"



"Fiber!"



"Fire?"



"Yeths!"



"Where?"



"Mouff."



"Where?"



"Neber minb!" I decide I really hate him! He resumes drilling and the rest of the procedure is finished without further incident. My relief is instantaneous and complete! I magnanimously decide I will let him live. I thank him, trying not to drool as I do. I head for the door.



"Uh...Mr. Smith?"



This is it. I'm going to have to kill him. I feel my muscles stiffen as I turn to face him. I see him extending a paper toward me. I glance at it. It's his bill!



"Pay this at the front desk on your way out, please. And sir? Whoever put on those caps of yours, did a superb job!"



"Yeths." I say. "Just lithe the real thing."



Good grief! No wonder we are at the top of the food chain. Mortals are so gullible. Even when faced with the truth, they are blind to it. As I pay and make my way out of the office, I glance back at "sweet thing"...but for the grace of a cavity...sigh. Her eyes twinkle and I get the distinct impression that she read my mind. Then...I catch a glimpse of long incisors as she grins a cheeky grin. I'll be damned! Which of course, I am.



Sighing I turn and head homeward. Walking the streets I am aware of a mortal striding confidently toward me. It is a sweet, young girl of about seventeen. My mouth begins to water. With my tongue I probe the area and test the filling. No pain. Perfect!



Forgetting the dentist's admonitions and my own vow...I swiftly move to intercept her and steer her into a darkened alley. Transfixed she stares unseeingly at me. Now for a taste...such sweet ambrosia! It is like the finest wine, I think, as it flows through my fangs. Sharp, stabbing, blinding pain! I stumble out of the alley.



Damn it! My filling came out. I should've killed him when I had the chance. I'm going back to that office and I'm going to drain that quack of a dentist and then...Sharp, stabbing pain! Okay...so maybe I'll let him live until after the tooth is fixed. Sharp pain! I wince as I make my way back.



Maybe I'll just find a lawyer that works nights and sue the daylights out of him! In night court, of course. I round the corner and open the door. I trudge up to the counter.



"Yes?" The receptionist inquires sweetly.



"I need to see the dentist. It's an emergency."



"And what's the nature of your emergency?"



Not again! A lawyer...yep, that's definitely the way to go. After all, everyone knows lawyers are blood suckers of the worst kind. Come to think of it...sounds like my kind of job. I wonder if the University has night classes?



© Copyright 2006 by MidNight Rayven

The Perfect Love Scene....*Warning: Explicit Content*
04:03 Oct 15 2006
Times Read: 568

**This is a scenario of how I want to be made love to**







She was furious! How dare he march into her battle and play the conquering hero. She could take care of her own messes! Treating her like a poor, defenseless female, she stomped up the steps to the front door. Hands shaking she unlocked the door as he pulled into the drive. She stepped inside, slamming the door, sure he could take the hint.



She swung around at the sound of the door opening, and in he swaggered, that arrogant gait that made women swoon. Their gazes touched and locked, and they stood for a long, tense moment, unmoving, as something invaded the charged air between them, subtly changing and adding to the atmosphere of anger and frustration.



“Go away!” Kristyn burst out, trying to deny the jolt of sexual excitement that pierced her like a lightening bolt as he stood there looking at her with that intent, fascinated expression in his dark, blue eyes. “Get out!”



But he’d seen the leap of excitement in her eyes, too, instantly recognizing it for what it was because it so perfectly mirrored the feeling suddenly singing through his body. Passion. Mind-boggling, blood-boiling, hot and fiery passion. She stood there-----flushed, furious, excitingly provocative-----issuing the silent but unmistakable challenge of a woman deliberately daring a man to take what she offered. Ross had never been one to back down from a challenge.



He moved toward her with his swaggering walk-----slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, stopping only when he was close enough to reach out and cup her shoulders.



Kristyn lifted her chin, haughty as royalty. “I told you to leave,” she said, refusing to take a single step back. Instead she put her hand in the middle of his chest and pushed. “I meant it.”



“No, you didn’t.” Still holding her gaze with his, he took her hand and dragged it slowly------giving her every chance to pull away-----down his flat stomach to his groin. “Did you?”



Her fingers curled around his erection and squeezed gently. “No,” she agreed softly, still glaring at him. “I didn’t.”



They stared at each other for another long, charged second. Two pairs of eyes filled with heat and fire. Two sets of lungs heaving with emotion. Two hearts beating a staccato rhythm of need. Two people full of hot, roiling, damnably confusing feelings with only one logical place for them to go…



They moved as one person, coming together hungrily. His arms wrapped around her waist like steel bands as he bent his head to hers. Her hands went around him, under his suit coat, holding on as tightly as she could. Their lips touched, burning hot and parched for each other. Their mouths opened, avidly seeking the sweet wetness within. Their tongues touched and retreated and returned to touch again, each of them savoring the unique, longed-for taste of each other.



It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. Kristyn rose on tiptoe, angling her head to accept more of his kiss, flattening her breasts against his chest. She slid one hand down his back, spreading her palm over his firm buttocks, and pulled him to her, hungry to feel the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her. It still wasn’t enough.



She bent one knee as high as the narrow skirt of her chemise dress would allow, sliding it up along the outside of his thigh. Better, she thought fuzzily, drugged by his masterful, mind-numbing kisses, but still not nearly enough, even with his hands moving down to cup her buttocks, kneading them as he obligingly lifted her into him. She moaned and murmured his name against his lips.



“I know, baby,” he growled softly. “I know. It isn’t enough.”



He set her on her feet and ran his hands up her back and around to her shoulders, slipping them inside the collar of her sweater. She dropped her arms, wriggling out of it, raised them behind her, reaching for the zipper of her dress. A moment later, it was off, drifting down her body to pool around her feet on the floor, and he was reaching for the front closure of her bra.



Frantically, desperate for the sight and feel of his skin as he was for hers, Kristyn reached for the buttons on his shirt, only to stop, shuddering with passion as his hands closed over her bare breasts. They both sighed at the exquisite feel of his hard palms against her giving softness. And then he rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, and she shuddered again and raised her arms, reaching up to clasp his neck and bring his head to her deliciously aching breasts.



Ross stopped her with his hands on her wrists, holding her arms outspread so he could look at her. She was peaches and cream, exuding exquisite, feminine heat, and all but pulsing with her desperate need of him. He let his gaze wander slowly, savoring her smoldering, passion-glazed eyes, her flushed cheeks and her moist coral lips, half parted with the rapid panting of her warm breath. The luscious swells of her breasts were crested with peachy-pink nipples. Her ivory skin glowed, and her strong, slender torso curved temptingly with every move she made.



Gently, he drew both arms behind her, grasping them in one big hand at the small of her back, and arched her over his arm. He ran his other hand down her body, slowly, his fingers spread wide, from the little hollow at the base of her throat and over her breasts, so that his thumb and little finger brushed across her nipples.

Kristyn shivered and cried out, but then held very still, mesmerized by the glitter of desire in his blue eyes and the erotic dance of his hand as it drifted, feather light, down her body.



His fingers traced the lacy edge of her French-cut panties, then drifted down over the slight curve of belly to the half-hidden curls nestled at the apex of her thighs. Turning his hand, palm up, he slipped it between her legs and cupped her. He could feel her through the lacy fabric, hotter than he’d ever imagined a woman could be. It nearly knocked him to his knees.



Kristyn’s knees did buckle. She sagged against him, as her mouth blindly sought his flesh, her wrists twisting in his grasp in an effort to free herself so she could touch him.



“Ross.” She bent her knee again, lifting it to wrap her leg around the back of his, opening herself more fully to his touch. “Oh, Ross, please.”



He slipped his hand inside her panties, sliding it down her stomach again and back between her legs. She was incredibly soft and wet against his palm, her body quivering with need and excitement, her hips moving as she sought a deeper, more satisfying touch.



Trembling with his own need, his own towering excitement, Ross answered her unspoken pleas with a rough thrust of his tongue between her lips and a gentler-----but not too gentle-----thrust of his fingers inside her velvet sheath.



Kristyn peaked immediately, nearly shrieking, her whole body clenching as she arched upward. She lifted her other leg, nearly climbing him in her effort to get closer, and he let her hands go, slipping his under her buttocks to hold her, pressing her tight against him as the spasms of her climax rippled through her.



“Again,” Ross murmured into her neck when she stopped shivering. “I want you to do that again.”



He bit lightly at her shoulder, almost sending her into another tailspin. “But I want to be deep inside you when you do. I want to feel you coming with more than just my fingers.”



“Yes,” Kristyn breathed softly. “Oh, yes, I want you inside me, too!” She uncrossed her ankles and slid her legs down to the floor. “I want you naked and inside me.”



She took his hand and led him-----both of them were still trembling and eager-----down the dark hall to her bedroom.



“Don’t move,” she said, letting go of his hand as they came to a stop beside the bed.



Turning from him, she quickly switched on a small, pink-shaded lamp and turned back the bedcovers to reveal flower-strewn sheets. Kicking off her high-heeled shoes, she hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties, skimmed them down her legs and stepped out of them.



Then, gloriously naked, she turned to face him again. “Your turn,” she said with a soft fierceness, reaching up for his shirt buttons. “I want you as naked as I am.”



She undid the buttons with feverish haste, tugging the shirt from his pants, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders to bare his chest to her gaze and the quick damp touch of her lips on his warm skin.



Fascinated, eager to see more, to taste every part of him, she abandoned his shirt, leaving him to finish twisting out of it, as she turned her attention to his belt buckle. There was the soft whisper of leather sliding against leather; the rasp of a zipper; a husky moan and a rumble of strained male laughter.



“Kristyn.” He caught her busy little hands in both of his. “Baby, you’re going to leave me standing here in my shoes and socks with my pants down around my ankles and my body pointing at yours.”



He tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace as she eluded his grasp and gently caressed him through his boxer-briefs.



“Quite a comical sight, so I’m told,” he finished raggedly. “And I don’t think my ego could stand hearing you laugh just now. Let me finish undress-----“



Kristyn knelt abruptly, sliding her hands down the back of his legs as she did so. “Lift your foot,” she said, placing her hand under his heel.

Ross acquiesced quietly, awed and a little humbled by the sight of her kneeling at his feet.



His ex-wife would have slit her wrists with her gold card before putting herself in such a position. And yet, Kristyn, even more of a “modern” woman, apparently saw nothing damaging to her dignity in getting down on her knees to rid him of his shoes and socks.



She reached up grasping the waistbands of his trousers and boxer-briefs, and pulled them down to his ankles.



“Not such a comical sight,” she whispered softly, looking up at him with warmth and admiration in her wide hazel eyes. “It’s actually quite……impressive from this angle,” she added, stroking his masculine ego with her words as she stroked the underside of his straining erection with the tip of her finger.



Ross flashed her a wicked grin and hooked his hands under her arms to lift her to her feet and into his embrace. Toppling them both over onto the bed, he kicked his feet free of his pants and underwear. They rolled over the covers like two rambunctious kids, laughing and breathless over nothing in particular, until suddenly, they were staring into each other’s eyes, not laughing anymore, but still breathless.



“You’re an incredible woman, Kristyn Tremaine,” Ross murmured softly, and covered her mouth with his.



It was a kiss of hunger they shared-----wet and ravenous, accompanied by moans and sighs, nibbling bites, catlike licks and greedy, suckling motions. It traveled from lips to cheeks, down arched necks, to broad, hard shoulders and fragile collarbones, from the delicate peak of a full, soft breast, to the hard little masculine nipple. It explored the hills and valleys of two yearning bodies; warm lips nibbling at the smooth, satin skin of a quivering tummy; small white teeth nipping at a hairy thigh. Fingers were kissed, and toes, elbows, and ears and everything in between until they met again lip to lip, heart to madly pounding heart, man to woman.



She sighed and, pulling him to her with her hands on his shoulders, parted her thighs in welcome. He groaned and cupping her buttocks in his palms, thrust himself home.



The mating began-----easy and measured at first, as they let passions smolder. Their hips rotated almost languidly and their breathing was deep and slow as they shared kisses that were drugging, and impossibly, incredibly sweet. And then someone picked up the pace-----he or she, or both of them together-----taking it faster and further until they were thrusting wildly, madly, clutching at sweat-slick skin, panting for each labored breath, striving together toward the ultimate pleasure.



Kristyn peaked first, by a second or two only, her keening cry and arching body signaling to Ross that he could let go, also. And he did, groaning as if mortally wounded, his muscled torso twisting up and away from hers as his back bowed under the overwhelming onslaught of pure, primitive satisfaction. For a moment, he felt as if he should throw his head back and howl in triumph, proclaiming his possession to anyone within hearing distance.



He lowered himself against her instead, carefully taking the weight of his torso on his forearms to prevent crushing her. He hadn’t thought about it a moment ago-----he hadn’t been thinking about anything then except the driving need to satisfy his passion and hers-----but now, he wondered if he mightn’t have squashed the breath out of her. She hadn’t uttered a sound since the shriek when she climaxed, and she lay beneath him now, unmoving, with her eyes closed and her hands lax upon his shoulders.



He brushed the back of his fingers gently over her cheek. “Kristyn? Are you all right?”



A wide smile curved her lips. “Oh, I’m wonderful,” she said dreamily, without opening her eyes. “Ab-so-lute-ly wonderful.”



Ross chuckled. “That you are, gorgeous. That you most definitely are.”





© Copyright 2005 By MidNight Rayven

Storms........*Caution: Explicit Content*
03:54 Oct 15 2006
Times Read: 569






I open my eyes, in my peripheral vision I see sheer, white curtains billow gently in the warm breeze. The air heavy with the salty tang of the surf. The balcony doors are open and I can hear the waves rushing onto the rocks and sandy beach below, lulling me back to sleep.



I turn over on silken sheets and encounter intense blue eyes, focused solely on me. A smile blossoms on my lips as I read the lustful thoughts evident in those glittering depths. Your hand reaches out to trail fingertips lightly over my skin, leaving fire in their wake.



I sigh as thick lashes flutter down to conceal bright hazel eyes, alight with carnal cravings. Sweet, lingering kisses brush my lips as lazily you begin to make love to me. Such exquisite sensations sing through my body, causing my breath to catch, as your lips and hands bring me to a fevered pitch very quickly.



Outside, the wind has picked up and the waves are hitting the shore with ferocity. I have always felt a connection to the sea, but never have I felt as I do lying in your arms. The affinity I feel strengthens as your loving becomes more intense. Stormy blue eyes tell me you're keeping tight control of your lust.



The storm outside is getting more intense...feeding my need for you to lose control. Moving erotically against you, touching you in places I know drive you wild. I see the effort it takes to keep your desires in check...it only makes me more determined to drive any thought of control from your mind.



Touching, caressing, stroking the evidence of your arousal, my hips move against yours, silken thighs opening to invite you inside. Blissful moans as you slide deep inside, filling every part of me. Firm hands on my hips hold me pinned to the bed as you set the rhythm, slow loving, in and out like waves breaking on the shore.



The storm continues to rage outside, the sounds of the storm-tossed sea, driving me to the same ferocity. Nails dig deep into thrusting buttocks, pulling you more firmly into me. "Deeper," I pant. That's when you lose it...all control. Your hips pound into mine as the waves pound the rocks below.



Moans, like the howling wind outside, fill the room as our bodies come together in shattering, fragmenting, spasms of pleasure. The fierce groan I hear torn from your throat, coincides with the hot rush of thick cream filling me. Never have I felt anything so wild, so very primitive as the feeling that comes over me as I milk all your cream from you, walls spasming convulsively around your thick shaft, moaning with the intensity of my own orgasm.



As the storm subsides on the silken sheets, the storm outside has also dissipated. Wrapped in loving arms, the scent of the salty sea brought again on a warm, gentle breeze, wraps us both in a cacoon of repletion.



© Copyright 2006 by MidNight Rayven

Woman
03:48 Oct 15 2006
Times Read: 570






Cascades of silken strands,

flowing tresses between shapely shoulder blades



Slightly arched eyebrow,

elegance and dignity in the simplest gesture



Smouldering eyes framed by long, lush lashes

curling seductively



Cherry-red lips parted in a pout



Flash of white, even teeth

as a wicked grin settles upon bow-shaped lips



Softly rounded chin with a hint of a dimple



Skin, soft to the touch, satin in texture

with the scent of jasmine and a hint of spice unknown



Softly curving shoulders flow into lightly tanned, toned arms



Shapely arms lead to dainty wrists and long, slender fingers tipped in the french-manicure style



The slender neck, a graceful column gliding smoothly into curved collar bones with silken hollows perfect for sweet, hidden kisses



Generous curves bloom into perky, perfect, twin pebble-topped globes flushed a fetching shade of pink



Trim waist, firm rounded buttocks and slightly flared hips provide an hour glass silhouette



A trim, slim line of velvet curls begins at the apex of slender thighs, soft as silk to the touch



Further down, dimpled knees flow into shapely calves, on to dainty ankles, made for caresses



To end in perfectly formed feet with sweetly painted toenails.



The picture of femininity.





© Copyright 2004 by MidNight Rayven

Coming Home......*Caution: Explicit Content*
03:46 Oct 15 2006
Times Read: 571






I have the curtains pulled to the side, watching for you to pull up in the drive. I see you and leave the window to meet you at the door. You step inside, exhaustion written in every line of your body, except your eyes that sparkle like emeralds in pleasure to see me.





You go toward the bedroom, ready to collapse…and I disappear into another room. I return to find you stretched out on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with your shirt off. You sit upon the edge of the bed as you see me enter. Your hand reaches out to me and I take it…letting you pull me between your parted thighs and caressing your hair as your head lays upon my breast. Your arms are clasped tightly around me and when you look up…sweet kisses rain down on your lips.





I pull back and say, “Come on…I have a surprise for you.”





Curiosity wins out over exhaustion and you let me lead you….to the bathroom? That’s when you notice the fragrant tub filled with bubbles, candles the only light. You sigh as you see the steam rising from the tub and my arms slip around you from behind.





“So, I take it you like my surprise?” I ask you…hands caressing your bare chest.





“Very much. Thank you, sweetheart.”





I come around to stand in front of you, hazel eyes dancing with merriment. “Ah…but see, I was being selfish. I get to undress you…bathe you…towel you dry when the water is no longer hot. So you see…I get as much if not more pleasure than you.”





You chuckle and lead my hands to your jeans. “Then by all means, let the pleasure begin.”





My hands stroke once across the denim stretched taut on your hips. I hear a hiss as you draw in a quick breath. I continue to your jeans button and tug it gently open, then slide your zipper slowly down…my hand slowly moving across the obvious erection you have. I look up at you with a wicked grin…your green eyes fixated on my lips.





Suddenly, your head sweeps down and captures my lips. Oh, my love! Such a sweet tender kiss! When you pull back, I see your eyes have darkened and I realize I better hurry!





Down your legs I slide your jeans and boxers all at once. Trying not to look at your stiff member while I kneel to remove your socks. I know if I take one look, I wouldn’t be able to control the urge to taste you. I’ve ached for you all day!





You give me a knowing look as I rise…I just raise my chin and give you my best haughty look. You step into the tub and I allow you the pleasure of just soaking as I leave to get you some tea.





Upon my return I see you…head back against the tub, eyes closed and a half-smile on your face. I slip over to the tub…thinking to leave you to your soaking and come back and check on you. As I lean down to set your tea within reach, your eyes open and before I can guess your intention…you’ve pulled me into the water with you! Indignant I stare down at you…





“Are you crazy? My dress is rui…” your lips cut off my words as deftly you remove all my clothes.





Fully naked to your view, I watch passion and desire play across your features. You move so I’m straddling your thighs and your head dips to tease my breasts. Tongue licking around my hard nipples before your mouth fastens onto a bud to suck and nip at it. Your hands are grasping my hips and you look up to see my head thrown back in ecstasy. You move your hands to the small of my back and pull me closer to you…your mouth doing things to me that set fire loose in my veins!





“Oh god!” I pant. “This isn’t turning out the way I planned.”





Your hands come up to cup my face…“It is for me.” you say.





You pull my hips closer to yours…letting me feel the hardness I crave. My breath becomes shallower as I can’t seem to catch my breath. You guide my hips over your erect shaft and slowly you lower me onto you. Low whimpers issue forth from my throat as our bodies are joined deeply.





I begin to rock slowly against you…your hands tightening on my hips, enjoying the feel of my velvet sheath moving the length of your cock. I hear you groan my name…which just serves to spur me on. Riding your hardness wantonly. Faster and deeper I take you. Your hips are arching up to meet my downward thrusts…harder I slide my hips against yours.





Your hands tangle in my hair and your lips cover mine. Our tongues meet in a dance that sends thrills through my body! I feel your thighs tighten under me and my sheath starts to contract…our orgasms send us into a place and time all our own.





I feel the spurts of your hot cum shooting deep into me. Moaning…my body still milking your cock…wanting every drop. You feel the warmth of me as I cream your hard shaft inside me…taking us over the edge again.





Much later we realize the water has gotten cool. My head lifts from your chest and I move to let you slide from my sheath, but you pull me forcefully back down…eliciting a moan from me.





As I recover…your hands wander up my chest, around my collarbone to cup the back of my neck. Pulling me down to you…your lips slowly take mine in gentle possession. Mmmm, I just can’t stop kissing you! Lost in the pleasure of your kisses, you take my face in your hands, stilling my movements. I look down at you with a questioning look.



“Thank you for this my love. I would gladly spend the rest of the night making love to you.” Your hands tighten in my hair, “And if you’ll stop kissing me and setting my mind to wandering…we can get out of this tub and go to bed…where I can make love to you properly.”



Rising from the tub, we towel each other off. Aroused beyond belief, you take my hand and lead me back to the bedroom…





© Copyright 2002 by MidNight Rayven

Bewitched.......*Warning: Explicit Content*
03:41 Oct 15 2006
Times Read: 572






Her perfume drifts upon the air

Walking slowly down the hall

To their bedroom

Gentle hands cover eyes

Sweet voice whispering,

"No peeking"

Soft, velvet cloth

Enfolds his eyes

A blindfold!

"What're you doing?"

"I'm going to bewitch you"

Warm breath felt on his neck

"When I'm through with you

You'll want me so badly

I'll have you completely

Under my spell"

Soft hands in his

Beckoning him to follow

Led expertly to the bed

A husky whisper in his ear

"Lie back and relax"

Smooth skin glides

Over his hard body

Clothes taken away

Something soft around both wrists

Feels like silk

Weight upon his hips

Arms raised above his head

Hands fastened to the rail

"The little witch...

I can't get loose!"

Laughter deep and throaty

"What's wrong lover?

Need to make sure

you play by the rules.

No touching me.

I touch you.

Wherever,

Whenever,

However

I want."

Nip of his ear

As she whispers

His instructions

Tongue licks his ear

Soothing the little nip

Her weight is gone

Did she leave the room?

No, he can hear rustling

Then quiet...

Soft hands spread willing thighs

Hands caressing gently

From ankle to inner thigh

Bound hands yanking

In an effort to get free

Feminine laughter

Hot, sweet breath felt

Poised over his harden member

Fast, wet flick of tongue

On his cock head

Groans heard

Hips thrash

Slowly from bottom to tip

Every inch licked and nibbled

Like a confection

Enjoyed, savored

Breath coming faster, harder

Moist heat envelopes his cock head

A low growl, pure animal

Hips thrusting

Feel of wet tongue

Lavishing his shaft

From top to bottom

And back again

Gentle sucking

Tender nibbling

On his engorged head

Drops of precum

Drawn from his cock

Warm, moist heat increase

As suckling gets harder

Teeth tenderly tease

The length of his shaft

Up and down

Tongue swirling, twirling

Under the head of the shaft

Writhing now

Pleas, bribery then...

Demands to be released

All unanswered

As moist, velvet heat

Focus on hard, firm flesh

Thighs clench

Body stiffens

Cries of ecstasy

Warm, sweet salty cum

Filling her moist sheath

Swallowed quickly

Continuing to suckle

Sucking until

There's no more

Weight felt on his hips

Hands unbound, blindfold removed

Beautiful brunette waves

Cascade over naked breasts

He smiles

"Little witch!

You missed a drop."

His finger travels

To the corner of her mouth

Coming back with one lone pearl

Smiling she grabs his finger

Leads it to her mouth

Opens her mouth to suck his finger

Sucking the pearl from him

He looks at her

Desire in his eyes

"You have bewitched me."

Masculine hands tangle in

Bountiful, brunette waves

Passionate kisses

A surprised gasp!

Hard masculine planes

Meet soft feminine ones

"See? You're under my spell."

He grins a wicked grin

"I may be under your spell

But you're under my body

And right now all I want

Is to be inside you

Enveloped in your sheath

Mind filled with your spells

Soul filled with your essence"

Thrusts are met and matched

Passion is given control

A spell is cast this night

A spell of love...



Copyrighted 2006 by MidNight Rayven

The Politically Correct Story of Little Red Riding Hood
02:24 Oct 14 2006
Times Read: 573






There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house--not because this was woman's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.



So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not intimidate her. On the way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in her basket.



She replied, "Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult."



The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."



Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."



Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma's house.



He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed.



Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fatfree, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch."



From the bed, the wolf said softly, "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."



Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"



"They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear."



"Grandma, what a big nose you have, only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way."



"It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear."



"Grandma, what big teeth you have!"



The wolf said, "I am happy with who I am and what I am," and leaped out of bed.



He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf's apparent tendency toward crossdressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.



Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopperperson (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw the melee and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.



"And just what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood.



The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.



"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that women and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"



When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the wolf's mouth, seized the woodchopperperson's ax, and cut his head off.



After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.

The Lone Cypress
19:05 Oct 13 2006
Times Read: 575






True beauty is to behold something so extraordinary that mere words cannot describe it. This is how I feel about my sacred place. My "haven," the place I go when I need to be alone. No mere words can describe its beauty, its reverence, its grace and its serenity. It encompasses all these things and exceeds them to an infinite degree. It is so exquisite yet no mere word can truly describe its majesty. It must be taken into the soul and experienced individually.

There is a goodness and a purity that only the soul can appreciate.



Slowly as I trek my way toward my sacred spot, I am overcome by the beauty of the scene from afar. A tall, lone cypress...branches seeming to extend into infinity, standing silently against a dark blue backdrop. A shimmering, silver globe lighting the path to it and the area around it. It's as if the cypress is upon a stage and the moon its spotlight. The quote "life is a stage, and we but actors upon it" comes floating into my mind. I wonder if Shakespeare had ever seen such a sight in his life? Is it from whence his inspiration came? Did he too have a special spot he would travel to needing inspiration or solace? I do. I venture to this spot often.



I sit back against this ancient monolith and allow the beauty and serenity to wash over me. It lifts my mood, lightens my sorrow and makes my burdens more bearable. "The Lone Cypress" it's called, named by an ancient people long gone from this earth. My "haven" is what I call it.



Many nights I have made the journey. That I may sit at it's base and marvel at the moon, the inconsistent faces of the moon, in all it's shining glory. Sometimes full, oft times not, but constant all the same. I admire the many faces it reveals to me. I ponder on the when's and why for's. I dream vivid dreams of times past. Past lives and past loves. I envision times to come. I call for a love as old as time. A true love that is mine alone. On clear nights when the moon is full, I long for a love that even time would lie down and be still for. But all I find is this place and the same old moon. It seems this constant love of my moon and stars are to be the only lover I know.



The rolling mists floating around me, give the view a surreal feel. They appear as tendrils weaving in and out of my reality, sometimes blue, oft times gray, still other times a combination of both. It is all one needs to be inspired to dream, past dreams and dreams yet to come. I imagine this spot a sacred, holy place to the ancient people who lived here before us.



I see in my mind's eye priests and priestesses gathered at this majestic spiritual shrine. Paying homage to their god or goddess at this living altar. Rites of passage and offerings have I seen in the dream-like state I fall into. I see castles and kingdoms rise and fall. Kings made and Kings dethroned. I see wars and pestilence come and destroy, then move on and yet The Lone Cypress stands still. Ever present. Ever vigilant. A testament to the creativity, longevity and power of our God.



It is places such as this one that awe and inspire us. They allow us a glimpse of the majesty of our God and His holy connection to the human spirit. Our human soul, the connection to our Maker through which we commune with Him. There is much beauty to behold in the night...starry skies and dancing moonlight. Nothing looks the same in the dancing rays of a moon beam. Everything seems more mystical, magically wrapped in beams of molten silver. Ordinary objects take on extraordinary characteristics, new dimensions, facets, the very nature seems to change. Cool, shimmering energy released into the night.



I feel a reverence for the magnificent monolith that rises here. There is a hush that falls over this land as I sit beneath this massive tree. An awed silence of all God's creatures. It is unexplainable this feeling that comes over me. Almost as though I am one with the universe, and yet it is so much more...the words to describe it will not come. They are glued to my soul unable to escape. I can only sit and soak it in.



Others who have come here, I am sure have felt it. The feelings it evokes are so very strong. It makes me free. My spirit soars leaving the earthbound restraints it is usually bound by. Pure freedom from negative emotion. Freedom from constraints of time and place. All the universe unfolds before me. It is knowledge and love in it's purest state.



Well before sunrise I return to myself. It is with ease I make the transition between my dreams and reality. My time in this place is growing shorter. The sunrise will come soon and with it the end of my spiritual communion. I watch in wonder as the first rays of sunlight begin to rise over the horizon. A different kind of beauty. Striking but yet of no comparison to my night view. It is mine that I prefer and as I move to leave, I suddenly realize tears are running down my cheeks. Sad tears that I must leave my "haven." Joyful tears knowing I'll be back at sunset...



© Copyright 2005 by MidNightRayven. All rights reserved.

In The Dark Of Night *Caution...explicit content*
05:19 Oct 13 2006
Times Read: 578






The night breeze was cool against overheated skin. A soft sigh is heard as the dark silhouette moves away from the open window. Moving about restlessly, wanting, needing. Agitated that what is wanted and needed is not near at hand.



**The stranger watches from outside, in the same spot as the night before, hidden from view by the shadows of the tree. Restless also, and excited by the prospect of watching again.**



The silhouette glides to the chaise and retrieves the wine glass nearly forgotten on the table. It sinks onto the chaise and drains the glass, staring at it blankly.



**Stepping closer to the open window, a light is shining dimly in another room, bathing the body on the chaise in molten gold. A quick tug on buttons and silken stiffness springs forth into a waiting palm.**



Slowly small, delicate hands travel over generous curves. Exploring each peak and valley as if they were not already known and well-traveled. Hands caress soft, full breasts, pausing to tug on erect nipples...sighing deeply with pleasure. Cupping each breast, weighing each in turn, kneading, caressing, as leaning down...a nipple is licked and then drawn into a hot, moist mouth to be suckled in earnest.



**Velvet hardness is stroked slowly and surely..faultering only when a nipple is drawn between luscious lips...breath becomes faster and harder. Fear of discovery is overcome by the need to see more. Closer to the window moves the stranger, never taking his eyes from the scene unfolding in the house before him.**



Soft hands continue down the flat plains of a hard abdomen to sink into the slim line of curls above puffy lips. Fingers rake through curls as soft as silk, then come to rest between puffy lips. Moans issue forth from the vision laid out on the chaise, as the hand rubs what can only be the clit-nub. Thighs spread wide as fingers slip inside hot, pink moistness...one, two...three fingers slip inside as with the other hand the clit-nub is continually stimulated.



**Leaning heavily on the window sill, another hand pumps up and down the length of hard steel as the other cups the boys below it. Breath is no longer easy, but drawn into a chest heaving with pleasure akin to pain. Eyes never leave the beautiful erotic goddess pleasuring herself. And unknowingly...him.**



Fingers plunge in and out of a wet, sucking core...as legs start to tremble and moans turn into cries of ecstasy...muscles clenched, striving for the orgasm just out of reach. A noise is heard outside her window, but the pleasure is so intense, she can only continue and look to see where the noise came from. Her eyes lock onto the eyes of another, watching her pleasure herself. That thought sends her spiraling over the edge as she shudders in the grip of a violent orgasm.



**Faster the hand pumps on his hardness, as he strives to reach the same precipice she is, when suddenly...she turns her head and locks eyes with him. He should stop...but finds he can't. It slowly dawns on him that she isn't stopping either. She continues to writhe in the throes of a powerful orgasm and as he watches, he too, reaches an explosive orgasm. The force of which, weakens his knees and he is forced to slump against the window...striving for breath.**



As she watches the stranger watching her, her fingers slide out of her greedy core...Slowly she stands and walks toward the window, eyes never leaving his. She reaches the window and offers her fingers to him...sighing as his hot mouth closes around them.



**Strength returning to his legs, he shoves away from the window. To his surprise he sees this vision rise and walk toward him. As she reaches him, she extends her fingers...inviting him to taste her on them. His lips part and his hand closes on her wrist as her fingers are sucked into his mouth. God! She tasted so good. Like honey, thick and sweet. When he had sucked every drop from her fingers, he released her wrist and stepped back. Melting into the shadows, he quietly leaves.**



The feel of his mouth is exquisite, and she bites her lips to keep from moaning. He slowly releases her wrist and melts back into the shadows. Sighing, she turns and crosses to her bed..already choreographing their next encounter...



Copyright 2006 by MidNightRayven

Moonlit Night *Caution...explicit content*
05:16 Oct 13 2006
Times Read: 579






The night is hot as lying upon the bed, a cool breeze moves the linen curtains, billowing out, then returning to rest against the window sill. A glimmer of shimmering moonlight filters through the curtains. Molten silver moonbeams dance across bare flesh.



*Outside the window, sheltered from sight in the shadows of a weeping willow, stands a lone figure. Tension apparent in every facet of the body, poised almost in anticipation.*



Lying quietly, awake, unable to sleep. Body taut with need, aching for fulfillment that does not come. A soft sigh whispers between parted lips, full and sensuous. Soft, delicate hands slide up flat planes to cup full, round breasts. Thumbs brush lightly over attention-starved nipples, yearning for any touch. A moan escapes, as white teeth tug at the bottom lip, full and ripe. Rosey buds tighten and extend as fingertips roll each nipple, pinching it to hardness. Wetting a fingertip to rub lightly across those highly sensitive tips. Pulling, pinching and twisting each nipple until sharp breaths become harsh pants and soft moans fill the quiet.



*Outside, the sound of harsh breaths pierce the night. Obvious arousal, thickening and lengthening, in response to the enticing display seen by deep, blue eyes.*



The other hand slides down a flat stomach to brush against light golden-brown curls. Satin lips swollen with need and glistening with anticipation, a finger allowed to part the swollen pink lips, dips inside to gather the wetness within and slide up to the tautening nub. A few quick rubs and throaty moans float on the night stillness. So, good...uhmm...so very good.



*The throbbing, engorged arousal soon feels a firm hand grip it's thickness. The hand begins a slow movement, up and down the length...Blue eyes ever watchful of the vision through the window.*



Hips lift of their own accord allowing two fingers to slip inside. A hot, velvet glove, hungry...needing to be filled. Keeping the thumb on the nub, plunging the fingers deeper and faster, in and out of the hot core. The pistoning of the fingers in and out, cause the thumb to bump against the clit-nub, triggering a heated rush through the nether regions and the trembling need for fulfillment to start.



*Leaning against the tree, hand sliding back in forth in the same rhythm as the fingers being watched. A low growl issues forth from deep inside a broad chest. Thighs weak with ecstasy as while, watching the scene playout, the fever pitch of arousal pulses every bit as keen outside as in.*



Hips rise to meet the thrusting fingers pounding the tight, wet sheath. The other hand at a breast, pulling, tugging and pinching the nipple ever harder, as the pounding in the hot, wet, greedy sheath increases. The exquisite feel of the tight, velvet walls, the constant rub of the clit-nub and the punishing administered to the nipples all combine to bring about a shuddering, shaking, explosive orgasm. The only sound in the room is the sound of wet fingers in a greedy core and the echo of cries as cream bursts forth.



*The stroking hand begins a new assault. Harder and faster the hand moves on the massive staff, evoking spasms of fierce pleasure, as eyes never leave the body stretched out on the silken sheets. Harsh breaths become pants, trembling weakness becomes all-out shudders as wave after wave of sensations buffet the body and hot spurts of cream spill out over the hand and the ground.*



Lying quietly, sated for long minutes, fingers still pushed deep into a creamy, velvet sheath. Slowly coming back to awareness, the fingers slide slowly out. The aroma, heavy in the air, fills the room as lips slowly part to slide fingers inside the warm, wetness of a hot mouth. Mmmm, such sweet cream. Sucking the juices off the fingers until nothing is left.



*A t-shirt is stripped off and used to clean away the sticky evidence of release. The unmistakable aroma of sex wafts on the air and seems to mix together with the other. A soft sigh of regret passes parted lips as sweet cream is licked off soft fingers.*



Turning over to lie on a stomach still quivering with after-spasms, the cool sheets heaven against heated skin. Drifting off to dream of hard male bodies and the wet core that waits to be filled.



*In the silence the stranger outside the window zips his jeans, stuffs his drenched t-shirt in a back pocket, and moves deeper into the shadows to leave as quietly as he came.*



© Copyright 2004 by MidNightRayven