HUNGER

Sylvie pulled the man closer, raking her nails along the back of his neck as they danced in the luxury of the suite. It was her time away from it all, and he was all she was going to focus on. The stress of the week faded away when his arms held her tight. His eyes never leaving hers, even though she dressed to catch his attention. The outfit was sheer in all the right places, making her feel bold and sexy enough to approach the handsome stranger and bring him up to her room.

 Now here in her opulent room, they danced. Moving together to soft music, lights dimmed in more romance than she was ready for. She hadn't wanted romance. She hadn't dressed in a ball gown. Sylvie stepped closer, letting her thigh brush against his. Through those pants she could feel what she wanted and that made her press that much closer.

The warmth of his body against hers finally took control and she pressed herself against his chest. Flattening her breasts against his firm frame while her fingers ran into his hair, pulling him down into a hungry kiss. His arms wrapped around her, melding their bodies together while their tongues continued the dance.

“God enough already,” She gasped while dragging him by the jacket to the bed.

Sylvie pushed him down, climbing onto the bed and resting beside him. Her fingers playing along the buttons of his suit, down his stomach and back up again. The mischief danced in her eyes as she watched his breathing catch in his chest in response to her tease.

“It isn't often I get the company of such a well dressed man.” Sylvie pulled at his tie and leaned in to nip his lip.

“Maybe you aren't around real men?” he tried to kiss her, but Sylvie pushed him down, her nails raking the smooth, shaven face.

“And you are the real man?” She pulled him by the tie and pushed him over onto his hands and knees. His taught buttocks flexed as she ran her nails over them through his slacks. Sylvie enjoyed the feel of quality in his clothing. She moved her hands down his thighs then up, her delicate fingers slipping across his bulge at last. His groan filled the room as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, biting her lip at the size of it. Stroking that stiff member through his clothes while her other hand squeezed his ass.

“Well, maybe you are a real man.” Sylvie pushed him onto his back again, straddling his waist.

“Real enough fo....” He tried to speak but Sylvie silenced him with a kiss. Her tongue invading his mouth as her hips rolled. The thin fabric of his pants dragged across her soft mound as she moved. The friction between them edging both into an inferno of need. He worked his body beneath her, adding to the grind. Their moans mingled in the kiss, words no longer needed.

Sylvie rose, looking down at him as she slid back enough to begin fumbling with his belt. She could feel him beneath her, feel the throb of his pulse in his cock as she worked his button open. Who needed dim lights and candles? She gripped his rigid shaft and pulled it out at last. This is all she wanted from him tonight.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used:  ::WS::  Hardwood Bed

WORKING THE NIGHT STIFF

Ember waited in the dark, tired from working the night shift and frustrated with the extra work from being short handed. The cool night air helped cool his blood, but it didn't settle fire that burned deep within his gut. He leaned against the crates that were the last of the shipment and stared off into the shadows of the vacant streets. This piss ass poor town was dragging him down, leaving him nothing but rage.

 The footsteps caught his attention before she came into the light. A hot little blonde all dressed for a night at the clubs. She must be lost, or drunk. He could see the light shine off the sweat of her body. Probably been dancing her pretty little ass off to some ear splitting crap music over in the harbor district. He scoffed and shook his head. She should know better than to be out this late in this neighborhood.

“Hey you. You should turn around and head back to the club quick. Shit ain't safe out here, ya know?” Ember's voice was rough, even if he did have her best intentions at heart.

“Please Sir,” Her voice was soft, not timid, but soft. “Safety isn't what I need tonight.”

His eyes roamed her body, couldn't really blame him with the outfit she wore. It was made for making men look at her. Hell, men and women probably. She leaned against the crates close to him and reached to drag her fingers across his stomach. His abs flexed at her touch and he swore a little under his breath. Taking her arm in his hand, he pulled her closer, looking into her eyes for any fear or doubt. Those eyes only held need, longing, and lust.

The crates shifted a little when he pushed her back against them, his hand dropping to her hips to hold her steady when their bodies collided. Their lips met in a kiss of exchanged need. His of an outlet to his rage and frustration, hers of things he could only imagine. The blood flowed to his cock, it's shaft becoming stiff and uncomfortable in his jeans. Ember pulled her against his rigid body, noting the soft press of her breasts to his chest when his weight pinned her against the crates.

“Where did you come from?” His hand moved to her breast, cupping it raking his thumb across her covered nipple. It hardened under his touch and he felt her body tremble against him.

“Does it matter? I don't want to think, just make me a slut, your slut, Sir.” her legs parted around Ember's thigh, grinding that soft mound against his jean covered thigh.

“Fuck yes I will you slut.” He pulled her ass back against his throbbing bulge as he sucked at the pulse in her neck. Her breast heaved and pushed against his hand as she moaned. The hard nipple trapped between his fingers, getting pinched and tugged as he abused that soft orb in his strong grip. Ember's other hand moved between her legs, finding no panties when his fingers pressed against her swollen lips.

“You are wet already.” His fingers explored her folds, getting slick in nectar that ran out of her and leaked along her smooth thighs.

“Yes Sir. Your slut is needy tonight.” Her voice sounded hoarse now as she tried to speak between gasps as his fingers penetrated her core. She worked her hips in time with his thrusts to push them further. Ember let out a loud groan as his cock throbbed in it's denim prison. The more he ached the more Ember would thrust into her slick walls. Finally her legs trembled and she began to sink to the ground.

Ember turned her and gripped her wrists in his hand. This way she could grab onto the crates for some support. The control was still his. He slapped her ass hard, seeing it turn faintly pink before rubbing the warm skin with his rough hands. Doing it again, harder than before. Her yelps of pain that turned into a guttural growl of desire from her lips. Ember slid those fingers back across her ass and down between her legs from behind.

“You are a fucking angel.” Ember whispered into the girl's ear as his fingers slid in and out of those tight walls. Her nectar coating his hand as she rocked against the crates trying to push more of them into her needy pussy.

“I don't want to be an angel tonight. Make me yours.”

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Sex Crates

CRANED

The chains rattled as he turned the wheel, clinking and twisting until pulled taught by the weight of the young woman now raised onto her toes by the crane. She shifted, biting her lip to stifle the moan that still reached his ears. His fingers caressed her arms, moving to check the cuffs and make sure she was secure and safe before tracing them lightly down again.

She had not spoken a word when she arrived. He answered the door and she simply walked inside and climbed the stairs, looking back to him to ensure he followed. Her hands moved over the wood of the crane as if inspecting it for it's craftsmanship. Those soft fingertips moving over the wheels and chain so delicately but he could see her tremble. Picking up the cuffs, she moved to him, barely looking him in the eye as she held the leather straps out for assistance.

Now here she was, dangling before him. His blood pumping to his groin as he toyed with her body. He twisted his fingers into her hair, turning her to kiss him. His tongue moving to hers, hearing that low moan again as her passion betrayed her and she kissed him in return. Their kiss deepened as his fingers moved across her stomach. Feeling her tense and move from his touch as he brushed across her sensitive points. Pulling her hair again to arch her back and hold her still. This was his time to explore her.

Breath caught in her chest when he cupped her breast through her top. Fingers teasing across those hardening tips as he leaned in and sucked at her neck. His tongue played across her skin, feeling her pulse quicken from his ministrations. The shirt gave her breasts little protection from his fingers. Gripping them firmly between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling that hard little nub. Once again her body betrayed her as she shuddered and pulled hard at the rattling chains.

Lost in the moment, he lowered his body against hers. The warmth of his breath across her chest making her push on her toes to offer her breasts to his waiting mouth. Sucking her nipple into his eager lips, his saliva getting her shirt wet as he bit down on her hard tip with a primal growl in his throat. The need becoming urgent as he fought to keep his mind on his task. The chains clinked overhead as she pulled at them to brace herself. Her legs giving way as he tortured her nipple with his teeth and tongue.

She bit down hard on her lip again, he was impressed how well she had kept herself quiet so far. His hand moved to cup her ass. Digging his fingers into that smooth flesh and realizing for the first time that she had come to him without bothering to put on panties. His cock throbbed at the boldness at which she had come here to give herself to him. His fingers found her slick lips, teasing them apart to explore their nectar coated folds. Looking into her lust filled eyes when he thrust two digits into her inner walls. It was the first time she openly moaned out her pleasure and that made him smile.

Reaching up and gripping her top, pulling until the seems tore away from her smooth flesh. Tossing the tattered remains on the floor before grabbing her from behind and pushing his fingers back between her legs. Those round, soft cheeks grinding back against his raging bulge. He could no longer hide his desire from her. Nor did he need to.

With one last look at him she whispered her first plea of the night. “Please Sir, I am yours. Make me your slut.” Never were there more perfect words spoken, but she was mistaken. He could not make her his slut, she already was.

Story by:  mystermitch resident

Phots by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Suspension Crane

THE LADY

Vy shifted in her chair, the tension had grown almost unbearable and she longed for it to be over.  Her eyes moved over the girl's body, taking in the curve of her breast and the perfection of her skin.  She barely noticed  the finger tracing her lip as she imagined kissing her way down the girl's stomach.

The raven haired beauty shifted as if burned by the lustful gaze of the Lady's eyes.  The chains rattled as she moved, keeping her eyes closed while she chewed at her lip.  Vy knew this signal well.  The girl was ready for her, the evidence of her need beginning to show in wetting outline of her lips.  She had been hanging there for almost an hour, one of the longest times she has taken to break for her Lady.

"Lady.. please..."  It was a whisper, but it was there.  In the tremble of the girl's lips, the words had slipped out and Vy stood to cross the short distance in response.  Her nails raked across the girl's stomach and up her side.  Vy could hear the sudden intake of air into the girl's lungs as her body tensed and shuddered.   Releasing the cuffs from the chains, Vy brushed the back of her hand down the girls chest, just making a short contact along the side of her breast.  Vy was sure the girl had almost collapsed.

"Come girl."  Vy said in a quiet but confident manner as she returned to her seat.  The girl moved to stand before her, watching her Lady and waiting for her next instruction.  To have moved to the seat before being offered a place would have been an immediate punishment.  Though Vy wasn't so sure the girl would object to any contact, even in the form of a whipping.

Vy patted her thigh once and the girl moved closer, lifting her leg and placing the heel of her boot on her Lady's thigh.  The boots had been a gift from Vy herself and the girl wore them often enough to show her appreciation without allowing the look to become tired or boring.  It showed Vy the effort the girl put in to making her Lady happy.  Vy's nails raked across the leather and up to the girls milky thigh.  Sliding along that smooth skin, watching it ripple as the girl fought to hold still under Vy's touch.  Vy found a bit of that honey that had run down the girl's leg and smiled, teasing her fingertips through it then bringing them to her lips for a small taste of her girl.

Vy patted her lap again and the girl sat.  Wrapping her arms around her Lady as she leaned in and kissed her lips with a soft, happy sigh.  It was the first reward the girl would get this evening, but it was as much a pleasure for Vy as it was the girl's.  Vy relished her scent, the musk of arousal mixing with the floral fragrance of her girl's shampoo.  Their lips moved in harmony, tongues slipping together, breath blending in a warm exchange of lust.

Vy explored her girl's body.  The soft flesh beneath her hands covered in excited goose bumps while their heat grew into an inferno.  Her girl mewed and moaned, muffled by Vy's lips as they kissed.  Vy teased her skin, cupped her breast, and grazed her fingertips across a covered nipple, letting the girl squirm and groan on Vy's lap.  The wet fabric covering the girl's mound was more evidence of Vy's affect on her as Vy moved to kiss and suck at the girl's pulse while tracing those folds through the thin fabric of her panties.

It made Vy's back arch when the girl began to explore her body in return.  Those soft hands moving over her skin, cupping her breast under her jacket, teasing her nipples in light strokes across the tip.  Vy's body trembled under her girl's weight and their kiss became fevered.  Pushing the girl away, Vy looked into her eyes, seeing her own need reflected in those deep dark pools.  The girl leaned down, kissing a soft path across Vy's skin. 

 Her hair was soft under Vy's fingers as she twined it around each thin digit.  Guiding her lover down lower to her thighs.  The girl raked her skin with those perfectly manicured nails.  Not enough to leave marks, instead soft and subtle, making goosebumps across Vy's skin.  Each kiss of the girl's lips set her flesh on fire.  She burned for her, ached, as she always had.  Vy's nectar saturated her panties as the girl's fingers brushed up her thighs and teased her soft mound under the skirt.  

"May I please you My Lady?"  the girl purred up at Vy, her eyes pleading as much as her voice.

"Yes, you have earned it well girl."  Vy's legs parted, giving her girl access to her covered treasure.  

The girl wasted no time, kissing her way up Vy's thigh before brushing those lips softly across the wet covered mound of her Lady.  Vy lifted her leg, laying it over her girl's shoulder, pulling her closer no longer wanting to be teased.  This girl was hers and she was going to use her well.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Bondage Post

::WS:: Mistress Chair

The Cross

She trembled as he clamped her wrists into the shackles.  Nathan knew it was her first time, but she showed no resistance when he led her to the cross.  Her body was tense, perhaps nervous, or maybe excited.  Either way he wasn`t going to miss this chance.  Stepping back he crossed his arms and took the time to soak in her beauty.  If nothing else, she was beautiful.

"Are they too tight?"  He asked with less concern for her physical comfort than the emotional support asking would provide.

"No."  Her gaze was distant and she didn't look at him when she spoke.

He crossed the small gap between them and pulled her hair to force her to look him in the eyes.  "No what?"

"No Sir." she gasped as her hair was pulled.  Her eyes glazing over with lust as her lips quivered.  He leaned in, kissing them roughly, holding her there by the roots of her hair before pulling away and dragging his fingers across her skin.

"That is better.  You will learn to remember it."  his lips brushed against hers again before moving down her neck.  Stopping to suck at her pulse, feeling it race beneath his lips as his tongue teased her soft flesh.  His hands moved along her sides, their rough palms such a contract to her smooth skin.

Her breath caught in her chest as he reached her breasts.  His teeth bit at the hard nipple covered by her thin bra.  Tugging it and pinching it as his fingers gripped the other.  Squeezing that perfect orb while his thumb slipped over the tip.  Her breathing started again, mixed with loud moans of pleasure.  The chains clinked when she pulled hard on them to steady herself.  If it had not been for them Nathan was sure she would have fallen to the floor already.

Nathan stood again, moving away from her with a smile.  Her whimpers were a mix of sorrow that he had moved away and frustration as she pulled at the chains to try and reach him.  "More please, Sir."  The girl arched her back to press her breasts out for him but he made her wait.  Standing just far enough she could not reach him.  His eyes took her in.  The rise and fall of her chest, the flush of her cheeks, the wetness of those lace panties.

When Nathan touched her again, his fingers traced down her stomach.  Her flesh jumped at first contact and he felt the tremble in her muscles.  He ran his fingers around her belly button, dipping lower, across the top of her panties before sliding down between her legs.  Her head flew back as a moan escaped from her very core.  It filled the room, slow and needy as his fingers traced along the slick lace that covered her mound. 

Pressing closer, Nathan moved his arm around her, fingers working to unclasp her bra as the other hand continued the exploration of her covered sex.  Teasing the lace between her lips and over her sensitive button, he pushed on, edging her closer to that blissful release before pulling back each time.  Her whimpering protests were meaningless.  He would give her a release when he chose to and not a moment before.

Her bra fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool night air.  His fingers brushed across the nipples.  Feeling their hard tips beneath them before tugging gently.  Nathan kissed her chest, moving lower until he could bite at the side of her breast.  Hearing the groan under her breath, he smiled and moved to suck hard on that rigid tip.  Her body arched, and pushed her breast further against his lips.  His hands moved to her ankles, releasing the shackles as he pulled back until her nipple popped from his mouth.

Nathan grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss that was pure hunger for his girl.  Her scent invaded his senses, making him crave the taste of her as he pushed her back and kneeled down in front of her.  His breath tickles across her stomach before he raked his teeth against that supple flesh.  Biting it then kissing lower as he pulled her legs up and hooked them over his shoulders.

He looked her in the eyes and saw the purity of her need staring back at him.  It was the first taste of her he would ever have, but they both knew it would be far from the last.

**  Story by: mystermitch resident **

** Photos by: mystermitch resident **

** Furniture used:  ::WS:: Bondage Cross ** 

Posted by Ruby Pearl  for mystermitch

THE BEACH

She layed in the sun, taking in the heat of the day with a soft smile on her lips. The breeze brushed across her skin, the goosebumps that raised across her flesh didn't come from the kiss of the wind. Their eyes met, she had looked away and blushed. The intensity of his gaze had shaken her. Had she been staring at him? Her mind was all over the place, but when she noticed him looking her way, she felt trapped in those deep green eyes and it was more than she could take.

“You have been here a while now.” His voice was deep, but calming and she looked at him again. “My name is...”

“No no... No names.” She smiles and shook her head. “I didn't come here to make connections. More to escape them. Once I know your name I'd hardly be able to just walk away.”

“Are you thinking of walking away?” The slight curve at the corner of his lips was the only hint he was joking.

“Well I haven't made up my mind just yet.” She looked out over the empty beach and saw no others around them and cursed having paid extra for a secluded resort.

“Since you are undecided, perhaps you should let me help you reapply your sunscreen. You don't want such lovely skin to get burned in this sun.” He moved to her, picking up the small bottle of sunscreen from the sand and sitting down behind her on the lounger.

“Thank you.” Her voice broke a bit as she stumbled over the words and shifted to give him space to reach her back more easily. Also to give herself space from his body. Thoughts of his warm skin against hers brought a small shiver along her spine.

“Just relax.” He warmed the sunscreen between his hands and then pressed them to her back. His hands were rough against her smooth skin. She fought to remember to breathe, laying her head on her arm and closing her eyes as she focused on his touch. Those hands caressed down her back and out over her hips. The soft moan that escaped her lips surprised her and made her face flush bright red.

She knew he heard her. His touch became more daring. He worked sunscreen along her sides, fingertips brushing the sides of her breasts without even hiding it. She bit her lip, needing to try and stiffle any further moans. What was happening to her? She had wanted to disappear, to be alone. To just read and relax and now here she was with a tingling beginning between her legs from a stranger's touch.

She turned and looked him in those eyes. Those piercing eyes that pulled her in and made her heart race. Her fingers raked along his skin without thinking. Those eyes sparkled with a fire she knew was suddenly reflected in her own. “Who are you?”

“No one. Remember?” He rolled her onto her back, fingers moving over her body as he leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. Lust enveloped her, gripping his head and pulling him down as she kissed him in return. Their tongues met in a mutual moan before he pushed her back and gripped her wrists with his strong hands, pinning them above her head. Her heart raced as her body reacted. God help her, she needed him so badly.

His fingers found her breasts, teasing her nipples through her top. Their hard tips betrayed her need as much as the arching of her back and the moans that flowed from her lips. They weren't all that flowed. The nectar flowed from her now, saturating her bikini bottoms as she writhed beneath is attention.

When his fingers reached that soft mound he knew instantly she would be his from the moisture and heat. Her hips rolled against his touch. Legs spreading to give him access to her core. He traced her lips through the fabric as his other hand pulled the strings of her top. Her eyes fluttered open, looking around the beach and still seeing they were alone, not that it would have mattered. She couldn't have stopped him stripping her. No.. she wouldn't stop him. She wanted it.

When his fingers let go of her wrists she gripped her breasts tight, groaning in need as he moved away. She pouted and opened her eyes searching for him. He stood over her, looking at her body. Taking her in before moving to the end of the lounger. Her hips lifted as he fingers pushed her thighs apart. The first true act of her submission to this man. She knew already it wasn't going to be the last.

Story By:  mystermitch resident

Photos By: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Beach Lounger

THE SOFA

 The silence was deafening.  The date had gone well, everything was perfect.  It had been a night to remember and she had eagerly accepted Michael's  invitation for drinks at his place.  Neither of them could deny the attraction, it had been instant.  He had stalked her in the office for weeks, making up reasons to come see her each day.  He never understood what people meant when they said someone's face 'lit up' until he saw hers do it, each time he entered the room. She didn't hesitate when Michael asked her out, and she was as amazing as he had suspected her to be.  But had he been wrong about the other side of her? 

After several drinks and enough sharing to make them both comfortable he had confessed to her of his Dominant lifestyle.  She hadn't understood at first, but as Michael explained it she grew quiet.  Now they sat here, awkward and quiet as she took it all in.

"So you hurt people for fun?"  She said, looking at her feet instead of at him.

"No.  I don't hurt them, I control them."  His hand shifted down his leg, smoothing his slacks as he sat up.  "Well some do enjoy pain in a sense.  Spanking and things of that nature, but that is all a matter of preference."

"Oh."  He noted the tremble in her voice that matched the subtle shaking in her hands.  "I don't think I would enjoy pain or spankings."

"It's all personal choice."  He moved to her, turning her face towards him with his hand along her jaw.  Tracing up to the back of her neck while they looked into each other's eyes.  "It isn't rape, you would always have the choice to stop."

She relaxed in his grip.  He was sure he was right when he felt her pulse begin to race as he neared her, but she didn't pull away.  His lips brushed across hers lightly as he reached behind her and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress.  With a gentle motion he pulled the straps over her shoulders, his fingertips moving along her arms to her hands to help her stand so he could remove it from her hips and down her long legs.  He took a moment to look at her and she was beautiful.  Her hands began to cover her body but he stopped her with a firm command to let him look at her.

Satisfied he pulled her down onto the sofa, laying her back against him as he kissed her neck.  His fingers teased across her skin, enjoying the curve of her body.  He caressed her slowly, as if he wanted to memorize her body through touch.  She tensed and relaxed, shifted against him and moaned, responding to the confident way he moved his hands over her.

She turned on top of Michael, looking him in the eyes, so unsure of her feelings still.  He took her and pulled her to kiss him.  His fingers laced through her hair, pulling to turn her to give him access to her neck.  The moan that escaped her lips was of pure release.  Giving in to the need to handled.  He knew that moan well and it made him ache for her even more.  He sucked a her heck, tongue teasing the flesh even as he pushed her up and onto her knees.   The kiss grew deeper, tongues twisting together while his hand roamed her body.  Cupping her breast through her thin lace bra, feeling those hard tips come to life as he pinched and teased them. 

She arched her back, whimpering in their kiss when his fingers traced across her stomach.  They moved across her hips and followed the crease of her thigh to that soft covered mound.  His own need grew when he found them already moistened from her excitement.  The desire swelling as he pushed his fingers against the silk covering her sex and pulled back to look her in the eyes.  They looked back at him through the haze of lust.  Her mouth open, releasing a constant low moan as he toyed with her.  Her body shook for a moment and he pulled her up and onto the sofa.  Giving her a moment to relax to keep her from the release she craved.

Michael's hand pinned her wrists above her head as he teased her body once more.  Caressing her sides up to her breast, squeezing them and tugging at her nipple through the top once again.  He hadn't undressed her yet.  The slow teasing through the close turned him on as much as the act of taking her would.  His fingers pushed down her body once more, working her thighs apart and moving along the edges of her silk panties.  Enjoying where here lips puffed out the sides, caressing them until her back arched. 

Leaning over her until his lips barely touched hers, Michael whispered his desire.  "Tell me I can have you."

He heard her breath catch in her throat as his fingers slid down along the silk patch over her mound.  "Yes."

He pressed harder, his fingers finding that hard sensitive button and grinding it in a slow circle as he moved to bite her lobe. "Say it."

"Have me, please.  I'm yours."  Her voice shook along with her body.  He moved above her, kissing her skin as she arched and groaned beneath him.  Finding his way down to that treasure and taking in her scent.  His own moans finally mixing with hers as he took his first taste of his prize, knowing it wouldn't be the last.

Story By: mystermitch resident

Photos By: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Cuckold Sofa

Models: mystermitch resident

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