Category: erotic

Through his eyes.

Her fingers stroked his cheek as he drifted into dreams. He lay curled against her, his fingers twined in her hair. Slowly his face relaxed and his eyes began to flicker.
 She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her thoughts turned inwards.. searching in the darkness, looking for the strand of moonlight that would lead her into the citadel of his mind. Diveing deeper she swam in the sea of emotion,  a flash of silver among the glittering stars of thoughts. There! The strand grew larger, becoming a river. She let the current pull her under, carried down.. down..
 That cant be right she thought as she looked into her own eyes. He was dreaming of her? Is this how he saw her in his dreams? Her smile was warm, her eyes.. deep walls of complex emotions that were fascinating and seemed to draw attention like gravity into their fractal patterns.  Her skin glistened with the blush of life, each line and scar unique and beautiful in the stories that it held. The knowledge gained and pain overcome. She/he loved her. There were no imperfections,  just the evidence of life refining her beauty.  And they desired her.. not just for her beauty, but for intelligence and kindness within. He/she wanted more than anything to be recognized.. loved.. by her. They felt foolish to aspire to such heights, but she was worth the risk. Her hand moved in a blink skipping the intervening space as dreams often do. Her hand was pressed to the back of his/her neck. She pulled him forward and their lips touched.
 The shock of relief, love, pleasure, gratitude and lust was overwhelming.  Her eyes shot open with a shuddering breath.  Her heart was pounding. Her skin felt feverish, her lips tingled as the embers of fireworks drifted in the darkness of her mind. She groaned softly, squeezing her legs together as moisture collected between her thighs. She turned and looked down at him sleeping beside her. He was smiling, serine and peaceful. She bent and brushed her lips across his. His hand was still in her hair as he dreamed. In his sleep he pulled her down into a passionate kiss plunging her once again into his dreaming mind.
 Her vains were on fire. She was siting astride him/her, the painful pleasure of the hardness between their legs was pressed against the silken softness of her thigh. She traced his lips with her tongue playfull kisses danced across his cheek as the fullness of her breasts pressed against his/her heated skin. She whispered in their ear.. “you are beautiful, and I love you…”
 Again the surge of emotion was almost blinding. Her eyes shot open as she pulled away from his kiss and filled desperate lungs with air. Her breath came quick and heavy,  a bead of sweat rolled slowly down her neck in the cool air of her bedroom.  More… she thought… I need more… I want all of it. She could feel the hard lump against her leg twitch as he dreamed…
 Gently pressing on his shoulder as not to wake him she rolled him onto his back. Her legs shook as she straddled his hips. In the dim light she could see his lips parted and still glistening with the remnants of their kiss. His chest rose and fell in the shallow rhythm of sleep. She couldn’t wait.. who knows what she was already missing. She pressed down…
 She/he  could feel the heat of her desire as her muscles clenched around them. They saw her.. back arched.. head thrown back.. her hair floating in an invisible wind. Defuse light danced around them as pleasure and love boiled like molten metal in their chest.  She was glowing from within, her light soaking into him/her with every thrust and gasping breath. It coiled around their spine and clawed it’s way along her/his nerves like a wild animal. It was too intense,  too much..
 Suddenly the scene shifted, now they sat in a cafe. The walls were decorated with photos of her smileing and in various states of undress. They looked across the table expecting to see herself sitting across from, but there was no one. Then she/he felt it.. soft wet warmth sliding slowly around their flesh under the table.  They enjoyed how the people

Looked on with envious eyes. Yes…. the people marveled at her beauty on the walls and  watched with desire etched on their faces as she worked her mouth up and down the length of her/his shaft. Her touch was magic.. and the tounge that spoke with such power and emotion now like a velvet glove teased and sent shocks of pleasure through them. They groaned and leaned back in the chair their eyes rolling.. completely ignoring the onlookers to focus entirely on the insanely hot woman between their knees. It wasn’t hard.. or rather.. it was.. but it was soo easy to get lost in her touch.
 Again the scene shifted. Her laughing face was again above them as they rolled together across a blanket spread over the grass. She was radiant in the sunshine. The dappled shadows of leaves played apon her skin as they kissed gently beneath the tree. He/she was so grateful and happy to be spending time with her like this. They felt unworthy of her affection but lovingly embraced every small look or gesture.  Her voice was soft as she spoke, they couldn’t make out the words through the shifting mist of dream but she/he knew it was her inviting him to spend the night. His/her heart almost stoped as she/he gazed up at her and could do nothing but nod their acceptance.
 Now the room was dark.. wait.. room? Oh yes, of course.. the dream had skipped again. They looked up from where she/he stood beside the bed. She wore black lace like a second skin. It followed her curves and accented her shape perfectly.  She knelt apon the bed looking back at him over her shoulder.  Lust blazed in her gorgeous eyes as her lips moved.. mouthing the words.. “do it.” They looked down at the rope in his/hers hands. She wanted this.. she/he could feel it rolling off her skin like sweet perfume. Again the dream seemed to skip, rope bit flesh.. their lips kissing her scars.. the crack of leather…  lines of pink glowing against the black lace that teased him/her with the shape of her ass… cries of pain and need.. overflowing moans wrenched from the bottom of her soul. Then they were inside her. Her arms were pulled back and tied, a blindfold hid her sight. She/he grabbed her arms like a handle and lifted her as they thrust hard against her from behind. They pulled her close, arching her backwards so their lips could meet in a blazeing kiss. She is perfect.. they thought catching a glimpse of her and them in the mirror across the room. Harder.. faster.. her hips bucked against her/him as she came.. once.. and again. Her pleasure rolled through them like a thunderstorm.  Wind howled in his/her lungs, lightning burned paths of incendiary destruction across their skin. Her body tensed as again she cried out. Her/his thighs were soaked with her wetness as they plunged into her tightening heat. They would not last much longer.. he/she knew the goddess bound hand and knee before him wanted it as badly as they did.
 It was explosive.  One moment she/he felt the rush of orgasum filling their vision with stars as they poured their love and devotion into her beautiful body.. the next she was in the dark looking down at his smirking face and open eyes. She tasted blood and her lip hurt.. she must have bitten it. Still.. she grinned and asked in her most innocent voice “good dream?” He smiled and her heart melted. It was the same way she had smiled as him in the dream when he thought of how incredible she was. He looked down at her legs still clenched around his hips. She could feel the warm wetness slowly trickle down the inside of her leg. He shruged.. grinning ear to ear,  “you know it was.”

Best wishes -SirHanz
 
 

Whispers

Awakened by you need,
Lover in dreams,
Soft voice I heed,
Pulling me back it seems,
With feverish sensuality..

A warm embrace,
In the gloaming light of dawn,
Desire written apon your face,
Reason departed and gone,
Erotic whispers in the dark..

Yes.. good.. harder.. more,
Fingers and lips tasteing skin,
Now.. need you.. fuck me like a whore,
Deeply thrusting lost in sin,
Gasping breath mingled with mine…

Autumns kiss on heated flesh,
Makes sweet the morning tryst,
Beauty and pleasure hearts enmesh,
Her need I cannot resist,
Lust sated.. we lay listening..

To the whispers of the wind.

Best wishes -SirHanz

The return of gentleman fall

“Tell me a story” she says.. watching me with her liquid gaze. “Alright little flower” I say with a smile. “What kind of a story would you like?” “Something romantic… and naughty..” she says as she hides her blush under the blanket, her eyes peeking out from under the covers. I chuckle and agree.. I never could deny her…

Once apon a time… you see, all great stories must start with once apon a time. But they never say what time it was… strange no? Well.. I will not be falling for any such foolishness. And this story is all about time.
 Once apon a time… as the long days of summer were comeing to a close. In a house made with love but filled with winters chill, lived a goddess of summer. She worked hard tending to the needs of the house she loved, cleaning and fixing things that needed fixing. She cooked delicious food.. “what kind of food?” My flower asked. “Shhh.. dont interrupt.. but she cooked a lot of different things. Winter liked meat so she cooked that for him. But she was a goddess of summer and would eat only the bounty of harvest. Now be quiet and let me finish my story or I will not bend you over my knee later.” I said with a grin and a chuckle. 
 Now… where was i.. ah.. the house.. summer did not have a bad life with winter. But you see.. she was not happy. For winter was cold. And did not fill her with the warmth and desire that a goddess of summer needed.  But this story is not about winter.. for as the seasons changed summer found a gift apon her doorstep.  A warm scarf ment to comfort her and shield her from winters chill. She knew who it was from, for there was a note attached in the form of a poem with a rather bawdy ending. “It was from fall wasn’t it!” My flower chimed in. “Naughty girl… what did I tell you about interrupting?” I scowled playfully down at her.
  Summer wraped herself in the scarf, it hugged her neck and draped gently across her chest. It felt soft and warm. Summer knew that fall loved her, she could feel the care and love woven into the fabric.  She wanted to… no… needed to.. feel it more. So she left the house that she cared for, though it was hard and painful to let go of a place she had put so much of herself into. She would miss much about the home.. but not the chill and neglect. 
 Summer set her eyes forward and followed the path to where she knew fall would be. Just as she guessed, she could see him sitting quietly and waiting among the trees of red and gold. Fall had not noticed her aproch, so lost in thought he was. Summer felt her heart quicken and she hid herself, pressing her back against the rough bark of a tree. She knew fall loved her.. but she was a goddess of summer… and her blood was heat. She wanted him to desire her…. her fingers slipped beneath the straps of her sundress of flowers and light and let it fall to the leaves beneath her feet.


 With steady steps she approached fall wearing nothing but the scarf that felt so good against her skin. Gentlemen fall looked up when he heard the crunch of her footfalls apon the path that lead to him. His eyes widened, there was summer.. whom he loved dearly and never dared to hope would return that love, standing before him In nothing but his gift. Summer spoke of her need and feelings for him, opening her heart in ways she never dreamed she could. She spoke of her pain, her loneliness and grief.  And fall loved her. She spoke of frustration and fear. And fall loved her. She spoke of hope and dreams.  And fall kissed her.
 They made love beneath the shadows of the falling leaves, summer burning hot and fall the cool warmth that filled her. Summer’s body was passion and flame, but just as her season would always give way to his.. fall pressed her down. He held her firmly, summer could smell the clove and spiced apples apon his breath as chill teeth nipped at her tanned skin. She surrendered to fall, giving herself completely into his love as she cried out her pleasure.  The warm rain of july fell between her thighs as fall caressed her full breasts. Fall held summer close, the friction of skin on skin a beautiful melody of gasping lust…. fading into the leaves of the trees as fall took all that summer had to give and returned it with acceptance and love.
 They spent their day like that.. wraped in one another, first before the sun and then under the stars. I looked down at my flower as I felt her shudder. Her eyes where squeezed tight and I could see her hand moving beneath the blanket. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips glistening with moisture.  “Naughty little minx.. ” I said as I placed my erection against those full lips and felt her tounge draw me greedily into her mouth.  She moaned, her hand moving faster as she sensually slid her tounge across the head of my cock and tightened her lips around me. I pulled back the blanket, exposing her body. Her legs were spread wide, her hips grinding against the palm of her hand as her fingers worked frantically in and out of her pussy. She was exquisite. 
 I reached down and twisted her nipple between my fingers, her cry of pleasure was muffled as she sucked harder and faster. Her eyes opened and found mine, I could see the pleasure and need shining in their depths. She squeezed her legs together around her hand, her whole body beginning to shake. I growled my satisfaction,  one hand on her breast and the other in her hair as I pumped my cum into her waiting mouth. Her body went ridged and I felt the long deep moan vibrate around me as she came with droplet of pearl liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth.
 I smiled as we lay together in bed relaxing in the afterglow. She looked up at me and as I admired her beauty I could see the scarf.. in tones of red brown and gold hung with care across the headboard of our bed…

The end.

Best wishes…. Sirhanz.

Mine.

Lusting eyes,

Mouth hungers,

Parted lips,

Wet pressure,

Pulling me deeper,

Tounge traceing,

The vains of my cock,

Throbbing,

Pulsing,

Hard and warm,

Hair tangled,

In my fist,

You are mine…

Gasping breath,

Forced deeper,

Mine!

Pushed back,

Thrusting hips,

Nails rake,

Across my back,

Turned over,

Forced down,

Pussy slick,

Dripping,

With lust,

Pried open,

Thighs meet,

Grinding deep,

Tight heat,

Need growing,

Good girl…

Harder,

Faster,

Trembling moan,

Dont stop…

Hand on clit,

Rubbing,

Twisting,

Spasams,

Grip my cock,

Pleading,

More..

Dirty girl..

Cum for me…

Glistening skin,

Teaseing,

Thrusting,

Forced down,

Sliding between,

Thighs pressed tight,

Cum for me..

Feel me..

Drown..

In my pleasure…

Grinding,

Deep inside,

Muscles clench,

Head pulled back,

Cum on my cock…

Climax torn,

From your core,

Faster,

Pulling me in,

churning,

Liquid fire,

Racing upward,

Hips pressed tight,

Soft folds,

Drag at my skin,

A low moan,

Pussy squeezing,

Milking my cock,

Say it…

Tell me what you are..

Deep down..

As you writhe and twist..

Pleading for more..

WHAT ARE YOU..

Yes… you are..

Hands clawing sheets,

Shuddering,

With every spurt,

Of liquid life,

Mouth agape,

Lost in ecstasy,

As I leave you,

Filled,

Gasping,

Glowing,

Good girl..

A teaseing kiss,

Nipping at your collar,

You did well..

Now rest..

Best wishes -SirHanz

The hawk

The crested hawk circles, the air is cool high above the ground. Currents of invisible ether lift and buffet wings like knives that cut the air. A tilt of the head and sharp eyes focus apon the earth below. Tiny moments draw attention, a mouse… thinking itself hidden chewing tiny seeds. One beat.. then two.. wings snap inward and head dips low. Air roars in the ears quieted by tiny fethers just enough to prevent damage. Faster.. the mouse is unaware. The shadow of a cloud covers the sinking sun.

Wings extend by effort of will faster still as the hawk skims the ground. Talons stretch, glittering black in the last rays of day. Each curved dagger of bone honed over thousands of years of evolution just for this moment. A tiny squeak and a patch of fur amidst the grass. The mouse is gone.

The hawk climbs once again, food for hungry bundles of fluff tucked beneath it. A tiny droplet of red falls from its pray. Downward… a ruby against the fiery blossom of sunset. Past the glimmering towers of glass, tumbling in the tumultuous twilight breeze. Down.. into the alley filled with the sounds of cars and carnal lust.

The lady pressed her hands agenst the dark granite of the wall. She could see the fading colors of the sky as the man in the coat behind her grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards causing her to arch her back. The lady’s mouth opened, her cries of pleasure lost amidst the echoes of the city. He was inside her, filling… pressing.. grinding..the lady’s arms began to shake.

The man in the coat’s breath heaved in his chest like a great bellows. He held nothing back, giving this goddess any less felt like some kind of dark sin. The lady’s arms gave out and he pressed her firmly but gently into the cold stone wall.

The lady’s exposed chest pressed apon the chill of glass like stone. She layed her cheek apon it, feeling her sensitive flesh rubbing hard against it with each deep thrust. She could see the man from the corner of her eye, his coat open to reveal firm muscle that rolled with tension as his hands dug into her hips through her hiked up skirt.

The lady reached back her arms, spreading herself.. wanting him deeper. She gasped as the man hooked his forearms under her thighs and lifted her off of him. For a moment she felt fear, then exhilaration as her legs fell forward over his shoulders. She hung suspended apon him as she felt his mouth cease apon her his tounge delving velvet soft inside her. Pleasure gripped her, her head was spinning. The world hung suspended above her, and pressed just beneath her chin was the throbbing shaft still slick with her juices.

The lady felt droplets of her overflowing wetness land on the underside of her chest as she slid him past her lips. The man moaned, the vibration sending her over the edge, her thighs gripped the sides of his head pressing him against her as every muscle tensed. She felt him swallow as she flooded his mouth with her lust. She sucked hard, tightening her lips around him. The man groaned and twitched agenst her tounge, she knew he was close. He cried out his pleasure between her thighs, each movement of his mouth sending little shocks of ecstasy up her spine.

She wraped her arms around his legs pulling him into her, she felt the mans legs harden and shake beneath her hands. She tasted his salty treat spill into her thick and warm in the heat of her mouth.

Neither noticed the tiny droplet of liquid rose land softly next to them in the dust. High above them the hawk landed on the edge of the building where it had built its nest. Three pairs of golden eyes opened to see their mother for the first time. Hungrily they opened their mouths for their feist. Far below.. a man in a coat and a lady in a white blouse and wrinkled skirt walked grinning and laughing out of an alley. Holding hands as they were once again folded into the noise and flow of the city.

Best wishes -SirHanz