672 things to write about: Thing #2

Well isn’t this just a steamy affair all of a sudden…

This naughty little book just asked me to write a sex scene I wouldn’t show my mother. Hold on to your $%#^ peeps, and be forewarned. The content below can be only read by a mature audience. Or rather an audience old enough to read this. Maturity is overrated.

A Sex scene I wouldn’t show my mother:

He promised to be home at ten o clock. So she bathed, shaved her legs and rubbed everything down in his favorite lotion. Her body was covered in the sweet scent of musky vanilla. Her signature scent.

The kids were at Grandmas.

She went into his office and changed the time on the grandfather clock to midnight. The loud click that resounded throughout the clock could be heard throughout the quiet house. As the clock chimed 12 the clock swung open. Revealing a secret passageway. A passageway into what she liked to call the royal room of naughty. As she walked through the hallway that led into their secret place, the colors changed from the navy blue of her husbands office into the shade of royal and darker purples. Her favorite. She was wearing his black button up dress shirt, it flowed against her bare skin, it being the only article that she wore and she knew it was his favorite. It rested against her curves in the best way.

The time was 9:55pm, and he was to be here at 10pm. When this room was involved he was never late. It was a rare occasion of late for them to visit this room. To engage in its novelty and fun. To adventure into the serious realm of the trust they had for each other.

She put the blindfold on and lay upon the bed. As was customary. Since he was the one to meet her here she would be his submissive. Had she met him here and he had arrived first she would have been the boss and he the submissive. She did prefer to be his submissive. However could she get a could spanking without being the submissive? Though on the occasion that she was in charge she did gain a wonderful taste for telling him what to do. Tying him up, and then putting all of her in his face and demanding that he please her. A shiver was sent up her spine. She loved this room. Here they could be themselves. No need to be quiet. This room was sound proof. No need to be quick. When they came here there were no time limits. Only a serious emergency would drag them from this room. Or fire. And fire might be pushing it.

She heard the chime of the clock. He was here. Anticipation mounted inside her. Almost the same as he would be mounting her later. She giggled. She heard him breathing. She felt his fingers brush against hers. She heard the sound of the buckles and felt the tightening of her wrists in the bonds that were at the head and foot of the bed that she was waiting for him in. He meant to torture her old school. Once he had her feet and hands bound. She felt him climb into the bed. She felt his weight lay upon her fully dressed. He was breathing her in. He was taking his time to smell her, to feel her warmth flood through his body as he lay atop the full length of her. He buried his face in her neck, his hands in her hair. He inhaled deeply.

“I missed you kitty”

He pulls her hair back and uses it to tilt her head so that he has access to all of her neck and lips. She moves not, this is his game, his rules. She is awaiting her orders. He is still breathing her in. He drags his mouth, his nose across her hair, her neck, her ear, to breath her in deeply. Her scent fills his lungs, all the memories of this room flood back. HIs mind is filled with the deep musky vanilla that is her. He groans and pulls her tightly to him. He hears her moan deep in her throat all the way into her belly. Vibrating across him. The scent of her, the musky scent that is her, fills him, it envelopes him in her and he is lost in her scent, he is lost in her. He pulls her closer. Tighter to him. Normally this game would go on for hours, but something about her today makes him need to feel her hands on him, in his, on his face. Everywhere. He wants all of her tonight. He unties her, tears the blindfold off.

“I need you love”

His eyes are filled with want, need, love. The kind you only read about. The kind she is lucky to have. The kind she desperately wants to give him every second of every day.

“Make love to me then, Now. Don’t wait. Please love. I need you too”

No more words. No more talking. No more bonds. With eyes wide open he kisses her. His fingers entwined in hers. She tangles her legs in his, her smoothness a contrast of sexy delight against the hair on his. She tightens her grip on his hands, she bites his lip and at his gasp buries her tongue deep in his mouth, his tongue is then buried in hers and the cat and mouse game, the game of tag and any other type of game you can play in the mouth of your lover is engaged. He lets go of her hands, and grabs her face. He pulls her mouth closer, deeper into his. The heat of the room increasing all the while as the sweat drenches their bodies, she buries her fingers in his hair pulling him even closer.




His nimble fingers find the buttons that run down the front of her silky pajamas. One by one she can feel more and more of the heat of his skin, she reaches up her own fingers to find the buttons of the suit shirt that he is wearing. He needs her skin touching his, she needs to feel all of him against her. Their breath quickens, the nimble turns into fumbles as they try to unleash the other from the clothes that imprison their skin.

“So many buttons pretty lady”, he says against her mouth.

She tears the shirt from his back and he finishes unbuttoning her. She dragged her teeth across his chest, nipping at all his flesh, feeling the heat of his body on her lips, his hands dig into her hair and pull her head up to meet his lips. There is so much wonder to be found in her mouth, her scent, her hands. She kisses him deeply, as if breath and life were found inside his mouth, against his lips. Her hands find their way to his belt. She needs all of his skin against hers now. No more waiting, no more play. Just connection.

In moments they are naked. Feeling his skin pressed against her body, all of it all over all of her causes her to cry out.

“Now baby, Fuck me now. I need you inside me! Please”, she begs.

No more hesitation. He needs no more from her than those words. In one quick thrust he is inside her, buried deep and for a moment he stops. Just feeling him self deep inside. He can feel all of her surrounding him, pulsing rhythmically with her racing heart beat. She can feel him pulsing with her, she clenches him tighter, pulls him closer and wraps her legs around his waist. She pulls his face down to hers, she kisses him then and they move. Like a symphony of sounds and feelings. Like a musical song of intimacy and intensity. The music peaks, speeds up and and she moves against him.




Her breathing is coming in gasps, hands tangled in his, pinned above her head as he moves against her, faster, then slower. His teeth buried in her neck,  biting, sucking creating moans of languid pleasure, over and over again.

“I love you, honey.”, she pants.

She always says this right before she climaxes, and when she says it, it always throws him over the edge. It still amazes him that this amazing woman loves him. Wants him this way.

They both come at the same time, gasping, panting, moaning until the collapse of bodies, the unclenching of legs and limbs.

“I love you too beautiful”.

She smiles and kisses his mouth. So tenderly that it takes his breath away.

“You are mine all my handsome.” she says, with so much love and wanting in her voice.

“And you are mine sexy.”, he says, staring into her eyes with adoration and love.

So the moral of this sexy little tidbit. Even the kinkiest of people need some intense vanilla every now and then.

And now I shall run off and nap. I hope you enjoyed my little quickie. I certainly enjoyed writing it.


Corny and Mushy……..BEWARE

Mushy –

adjective, mush·i·er, mush·i·est.

1. resembling mush;  pulpy.
2. Informal . overly emotional or sentimental: mushy love letters.
Corny –

1. of or abounding in corn.

2.Informal .
a. old-fashioned, trite, or lacking in subtlety: corny jokes.

b. mawkishly sentimental: a corny soap opera.


Occasionally, or perhaps more than occasionally I find myself doing things that are very corny and very cheesy. I can’t help it. It is the hopeless romantic in me who is in fact very very hopeless. Last weekend in the trenches of sickness watching my poor sick sweetie work on his endless stacks of homework I decided to make him love cards and hide them in his stuff for him to find later. Granted these cheesy love cards were also a little on the naughty side I still like to think it is cheesy to put a perfume soaked card with anything written on it inside your boyfriend’s history book and wallet.  The weekend was brilliant despite the illness and we even managed a dinner with my brother and his wife and his friends and the best part, CoOp Portal 2 together. I love playing with that man so much.

The beautiful thing about hiding notes is that sometimes it takes a while to find them. He just found the one in his history book yesterday and today I had to hint to the other one. I enjoy surprises but have little patience when it comes to waiting for others to either find them or for me to give them their gifts.  It is just the girl in me to be corny and want to hear or see the reaction of the giftee when they find or get what I have either gotten or made for them.

Currently I couldn’t wait out my last gift and actually texted him a picture of it because the suspense of him seeing it and knowing what it was made me crazy! With how much studying he has I may not see him till next week so I had to show him now!

Here is where my cheese comes in hardcore. (It’s cute though)

I had a metallic print of one of my boudoir portraits made and I framed it, and I signed it old school pin up style in the corner with a marker.


He is giddy to put it on his desk. Studying has him tied and chained to his desk and I miss him since it was Sunday when I last touched his face. Sigh. So mushy I am sometimes. It is corny that I want him in my space, just sitting at my desk, doing his homework while I read in the bed while the kids play and run around crazy. It feels brilliant and amazing and so easy to do. Just the simplest most easy thing to love him and have him there. The world is a crazy place. Nothing ever works the way you want it to and since I am very hard to keep away from I tell him to stay home and study and keep the distraction of me and my ever present adorableness at a distance. Good grades are rewarded I tell him. I also tell him I miss his sugar.

He misses me too, and that probably makes it the hardest. It feels great to be missed and I want him to miss me. But since I know how hard it is when I miss him, I know how hard it is that he misses me. So distance will not be kept for long. It is impossible to keep to magnets apart once they have been flipped over.


And as my mushy drivel comes to a close, because no one should have to read much more sappy crap than that (and trust me I could go on and on) I leave you with this, my theme song for Joseph and one of the many songs that accompanied my soundtrack for my boudoir portrait session.


Christina Aguilera – Nasty Naughty Boy

Come here big boy
Ahh, mmmhmm, yeah

You’ve been a bad bad boy
I’m gonna take my time, so enjoy
There’s no need to feel no shame
Relax and sip upon my champagne
‘Cause I wanna give you a little taste
Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy

I’ll give you some oh-la-la
Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Nasty naughty boy

Oh baby for all it’s worth
I swear I’ll be the first to blow your mind
Now if you’re ready, come and get me
I’ll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving (loving)

Hush now, don’t say a word
I’m gonna give you what you deserve
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

Oh no, oh there I go again
I need a spanking, ’cause I’ve been bad
So let my body do the talkin’
I’ll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Ohh ha!
Come on daddy!
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh oh yeah
Oh yeaah oh, come on, sugar

I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Nasty naughty boy
Naughty boy

Oh baby for all it’s worth
I swear I’ll be the first to blow your mind
Now that you’re ready, give it to me
Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Now give me a little spanking
Ohh, ohh, is that all you’ve got?
Come on now, don’t play with me

Oh give me that hot, sweet, nasty
Boy don’t you make me wait
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy



Note to self:

Must start collecting for what will be a fun and amazing session that is dedicated solely to Burlesque.


All my love always readers,

Lady X

Boudior (insert winky face here)

When I was pregnant with number 3 (unaware) I had my first set of boudior done. Mostly for myself, but I did give my now x husband a book of images from it.

They weren’t very good. But they were mine. When I left, maybe sometime before my ex deleted them all. He is the only one with any. So in an effort to replace them with amazing much better pictures I have been planning for months to have new ones taken. My friend Howard is a photographer, and he is going to do them for me. For free. My bosses wife is going to do the make up for me, for free in exchange for pictures. Perfect. I have reserved a cottage suite at a beautiful modern bed and breakfast in Arlington and it is a separate building from the man house. Equipped with fireplace, king size bed, giant jetted bath tub, plush sofa. I’m damn excited about it.

I suggest that everyone do it at least once. I am currently building a music playlist for said session, dusting off my camera gear, getting my strobes ready, filling a small trunk with naughty lingerie and scarves and neck ties. There are a few things I still need. But I’m happy to be replacing my mediocre at best images with perfectly awesome images of me. Yes it sounds vain. But I’m only gonna look like this for so long, plus im raven haired tattooed Goddess (not my words FYI) and the pictures from before we’re of a reserved long blonde haired lonely lady.

That woman is gone.

Replaced with a stronger upgraded 2.0 version of me.

I want images of that strong woman. The me who knows who I am. And yes, I may get totally nude for this. Provided the angle is right. My lady isn’t perfect, but it’s beautiful despite its flaws and I’m proud and happy to be me.

So perhaps if I get an image that I feel like is truly truly me (I’m sure I will have many) I’ll share the most pg version here.

All my love as I patiently wait for September,
Tiarra aka Lady X


His hands reach out to touch my face
Then reach around to grab my waist
To pull me against him
To touch
To feel

His mouth so close
My neck
My chin

My cheeks are pink
I blush
I gasp

My teeth in his shoulder
His grip tightens
He growls

Fingers laced above my head
Bodies touching
Hearts racing

He presses his lips behind my ear
Sweet little dirty nothings whispered
Things only I can hear

Lips nearly touching
Needing the sweetness

“Give me that sugar” he says with a growl

I giggle
I smile
I evade his lips once more

His patience waning
My game to win

He is My beast
Ready to pounce

He is My man
Anxious to taste

I wriggle beneath him
Drawing out my game
Making him wait

I am His kitten
Stretching my full length against his

I am His woman
My lips finding his needing that sugar too

My game is won
The taste is mine

My moment
My love
Indeed it is mine

1am naughty brought to you by a nap and Melody Gardot

All my love,
Lady X

Thinking Naughty

Here is what happens when me, a bikini and tequila get all mixed up. I write a naughty poem. It’s titled Fire, and I wrote it right after the creepy drowning one.

Your mouth on mine
Your hands they trace

My curves, my lines
My memore erased

Your tongue
Your taste
Sets me ablaze

Wild and on fire
Your love does engage

My heart
My body
Yours to do what you will

Conquer the fire
Consume me at will

And that concludes my camping writing….

Lady X

The Game

In my need for some intellectual foreplay last night, and with no one to play with I decided to write some girl porn. I wrote this fairly quickly and it is a bit juicy so I forewarn you that if you don’t want to read my dirty one night stand story that is equivalent to dirty romance story the read no further. Otherwise read on. It is pretty good.

The noise from the crowd roared as the last out for the inning was made. She got up from her seat and asked if anyone wanted anything. Beers, duh, everyone said.

Cara smiled and nodded to her friends and headed towards concessions. She wasn’t a huge baseball fan but she loved to watch the game and have fun with her friends while she was there. Plus, who doesn’t love to look at all the man eye candy that is just everywhere when it comes to sports. Cara would be happy to just walk around alone for the entire game admiring some seriously sexy ass and not give one wit about the game.

Isaac stood in line, waiting to get more drinks. The game was going great, the Rangers were up by two points and had just finished striking out the other team. It was time for beers and cheers according to his friend Matt so here he was, getting beers so they could have the cheers part. And just like that he saw her. Long brown hair, big brown eyes, and the sweetest lips he had ever seen. And that was just the glimpse he got over the heads of the other people in line. He had a couple of options, did he lose his place in line to try to get a better look or lose her in the crowd. Interesting, his cursiosity was peaked so he decided he would get a better look. He left his place in line and headed for the line that she had just climbed into. He was in luck that no one had gotten in line behind her. Lucky me, he thought.

Cara had seen the dark and handsome man look at her, she averted her eyes when she saw his gaze, she didn’t want to seem like she had been staring. His dark eyes and thick black hair had her mesmerized and when he looked up and she saw the five o’clock shadow on his face she was instantly aware of how sexy he was. Add some jeans and a black button up shirt and all she could think of was how this man looked without his clothes. And that was unusual for her. She didn’t usually think straight to sex but this man had her mind tearing his clothes off and bing a very bad girl. Then she saw him leave his line and jump into hers. Oh boy, this man may be getting himself into some serious trouble.

When Isaac walked behind the mystery lady he was aware that she was perfectly curvey in all the right places. He was also aware that she wasn’t too much shorter than him. His 5’8 seemed a perfect match to what he could guess was her 5’3. He looked down at her back and followed that long hair to the small of her back and down to her hips, he actually had to resist the urge to grab her hips and pull her close. He didn’t even know this woman!

“I am sure that you have heard this a million times, but I have to say it, you are extremely beautiful”. Isaac said, inches from her ear.

Cara was taken by surprise that not only did this sexy man take the time to leave his shorter line to come to hers, but got irresistibly close and then called her beautiful. This was her chance, get out of her comfort zone, take the big plunge, be the naughty girl. She knew he was still close so she turned to face him, she was just inches from his face/ She could smell his cologne, and it sent her senses reeling. She put her hand on his chest.
“I do hear it often, but not from men nearly as sexy as you.” She batted her eyelashes at him and added a little lip biting for good measure. She felt his pulse pick up.

Holy smokes was this woman hot, and now she was touching him. He looked down at her hand and then watched as the blood rushed to her freshly nibbled lip. To say he had a reaction was an under statement. It is possible that he had never wanted any woman they way that he wanted this strange mysterious woman that was standing in front of him at a beer concession touching him as if they had known each other, intimately, for years.

“Ma’am I am not gonna lie, I am speechless.” Isaac said back to her. He really didn’t know what to say. She giggle and it was the cutest thing he had seen, and damn him if it didn’t make her all the more sexy.

Watching his reaction made her feel confident and sexy and with the power to have made his pulse race and taken away his ability to think she wanted nothing more than to make sure he had no reason to talk. Her friends wouldn’t miss her. She wondered if this mysterious man would be interested in leaving the game a bit early.

“I am not in the habit of letting strange sexy men take me home, but if you aren’t terribly interested in the game that is going on, I have no objections to leaving with you right now.” Cara figured she couldn’t possibly be anymore forward than that. She wanted to either take this man into a quiet place here or go knock the pictures off the walls at his place. She didn’t really care. For once, she was just going to be driven by feeling and indeed this man looked like he would feel damn good and be fun too.

“Little lady I couldn’t say no to an offer like that. So then let me escort you to my car.” Isaac had never had a girl be so forward with him, and since it wasn’t just any girl, but this beautiful woman who had not only sparked his interest but had taken away his train of thought he would take a chance. He really had nothing to lose. He took her hand in his and laced his fingers in hers. An appropriate gesture to him since he was going to take her home with him and he led her out of the stadium.

Cara’s heart raced in her chest. She was excited and nervous and honestly she was trying to figure out how she was going to make the drive back to this mysterious man’s home without ravaging him in his car. She clasped tightly to his hand, and placed her other hand over his, drawing little circles with her fingers, making sure he knew she was already thinking of things to do with her hands.

Isaac had trouble thinking about where the car was, once they were in the parking lot and the people thinned out all he could think of was tasting this strange brilliant woman who asked to be taken home with him. When they got close to the car he saw he was parked right next to the wall, he led her to the passenger side but instead of opening the car door he pushed her against the wall. Two could play the assertive game. He put his hands on her hips and go real close, he felt her hands slide up his shirt. He put his nose against hers, and whispered, “You just might be the most dangerous woman I have ever met.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” She whispered back. She leaned in just a tad, and he needed no further invitation. He leaned down and kissed her like a lover. He didn’t hold back as he would have for a date. He thrust his tongue into her mouth desperate to taste her. He pressed her into the wall and took it all. And she gave every ounce she had back. She tasted him, nibbled at his lip and when he pulled her closer he heard her moan in his mouth and he had to do his best just to hold back from tearing off her clothes right here. She slid her hands into his thick hair and pulled him as close as she could get him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her as close as he could get, he had never wanted anyone like this. He had known this woman for maybe 15 minutes and he couldn’t wait to be buried inside her. He pulled away.

“I gotta get you home.” he said.

Her breathing was coming fast, and her lips were swollen from the kiss and he just wanted to kiss her till he couldn’t think of anything else, but he certainly didn’t want to do it in the parking lot.

“Then I do believe that you should open this car door and let me in.” Cara giggled at the thought and she pushed him away just enough that he could see she was ready to get in the car and drive.

Isaac had never been so glad in his life that his condo was so close to the stadium. He held the door open for her, and she slid in. He watched her sit down in the car and wished he had been sliding his hands down her ass and pulling her hips closer as he was plunging deeper and deeper inside her. It was time to drive, and fast.

Once he closed the door nervous excitement poured into Cara. She was so ready to do this, she thought she might just stradle him in the car. But she wanted room to play. She was going to have her way with this man, and it was going to be a long fantastic night. When he climbed into the car and started it, she put her hand on his leg, she leaned in and kissed his neck, licking all the way to his ear,.

“I want you.” she whispered. She put her lips on his neck to feel his pulse quicken, she slid her hand higher up on his leg, slowly.

Isaac shifted the car, he was trying so hard to concentrate on getting to his place in one piece but he had never had someone tease him this way, he certainly had never felt like someone wanted him this way and he hadn’t ever done this before so he was just ready to take this woman with every primal urge he could think of because it was how he wanted her and it was how she wanted him.

“Almost there.” It was the only sentence he could get out. Her mouth was running circles over his neck and ear, and it was all he could do not to wreck the car.

“Good.” She saw him pull into a complex of condos and once she saw him open his little one car garage she slid her hand the rest of the way up. She leaned in close as she heard him gasp, “Somebody wants me.”

He threw the car into park and leaned over and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her close, only a breath away from her lips, the moan that escaped her lips was all he needed, “I want you.” He captured her mouth with his lips, and plunged his tongue inside, he tasted her, he bit and sucked her lips, and he kissed her till he couldn’t stand to be so far from her. He pulled away and climbed out of the car, he went over to her side of the car and opened the door, he offered her his hand, and she took it. Once she was out of the car, he picked her up and carried her, he was going to get her to a bed faster than her legs were going to carry her, she giggled in delight so he knew that his advances were more than welcome. He through the door open and then he saw the sofa, it was a great place to start. He tossed her down and laid right on top of her, grinding his hips into her and capturing her mouth with his once again while his hands made quick work of her shirt. Her hands weren’t lazy and she had his shirt unbuttoned and she slid her hands up his chest just trying to touch every part of him. Her mouth left his then and she kissed his neck, the licked him, tasting the sweat that she was heating up all over him, she loved the salty taste, she felt him arch his hips into hers in response and she pressed closer to him, loving the feeling of him touching all of her. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the sofa, he leaned down and kissed her neck, he was tentative at first, then he pressed her down harder and bit her, he heard her moan and this, and he bit her more and more, every nibble, every bite creating the most exquisite noises from her. She arched every time his mouth came in contact with her skin, and when he nibbled her lip and and then licked the same spot she gasped and he captured her mouth anew more furiously as if he could never get enough of the way she tasted. She needed to be closer. She pushed him then, freeing her hands, and forcing him to sit up as she stradled his hips. She needed him closer, she dug her hands into his hair, and he discarded the rest of her shirt and bra on the floor.

His hands came up then and cupped her breasts, she moaned and leaned her head back, he ran his hands over her breasts and when he saw her lean back he saw the passion and the abandon on her face. She was so beautiful. He put his hands on her face and kissed her again, this time he was tender, he went slow, taking his time to kiss every bit of her mouth. The change in his kiss surprised Cara, and it was so intimate and intense that it increased her want for this mystery man all the more. She kissed him back, licking every spot in his mouth, tasting him, teasing him, showing him in her kiss her need, her want, and all of it for him.

He couldn’t take anymore. He cupped her ass and pulled her up and she hooked her legs around his waist. There was a bed to mess up. Her mouth never left his as he half walked, half stumbled to his bedroom. He pushed her against the wall in the hallway, he had to stop, he had to press into her, closer, closer. There was still so much space between them. He could feel her fingers digging into his shoulders, the in his hair, as if she couldn’t touch him enough. She was so desperate to have him. And he was desperate to have her.

“Please!” She moaned. The word alone almost threw him over the edge. He moved her from the wall to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers, he tossed her down then, and he straddled her hips and began unbuttoning the only thing keeping him from what he wanted, what he needed. Her pants. She climbed up on her knees and began kissing him as he unbuttoned her pants, she took the liberty to unbutton his as well. In moments the pants were discarded and they were there lying side by side, naked and wanting. Wanting this moment to be everything that they had led it up to be. She ran her hands down his body and grabbed his erection. She wanted to hear his response and he did not disappoint. His moan was all she needed and her touch was all he needed, before she knew it he was on top, she was pinned to the bed just then, and it was a sexy trick to say the least. He had pinned her arms and he was inches from being inside her. He could feel her running her feet along the backs of his calves, her hips arching. He knew what she wanted, he wanted it too. He leaned in to kiss her, just as his lips barely touched hers he entered her, her moan and the way she arched into him nearly drove him crazy, never had a woman responded to him this way.

When he kissed her and thrust into her she felt all of her inhibitions melt away. She clung to him, her mouth never leaving his, her body matching his rhythm, faster and faster, he kissed her with a passion she had never felt and she would make sure he could feel all the passion that she had for him. She felt all of her slip away as she crept to the edge of release, she clung to him like a life line, as if she let go she might fall away and never be seen again.

He laced his fingers with hers and he thrust deeper and deeper into her. He kissed her without pause, without thought, without holding back. And she met his kiss, his thrusts with every ounce of reckless abandon that she had. She could feel the sweat from their bodies mixing, every bit of her and every bit of him, as one for this moment in time. She couldn’t take it anymore, she was so close, the edge was so near, her breathing grew more rapid and he could tell by the way she clung to his shoulders that she was almost there, he was on the edge too. He pressed deeper then, anxious to be closer, not knowing how to get there, she cried out, her grip tightening on his shoulders, her nails deep in his skin, the louder she got the deeper he wanted to be, she arched into him, and all at once that was it, he felt her shudder, her release and it sent him crashing over the edge,he pressed deeper and deeper and then all at once they were still. She was trembling underneath him, and he realized that he was trembling too. He pushed up to see her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was the most amazing woman he had ever made love to.

She looked up at his face. The face of a sexy stranger. The face of the man who had just made love to her in a way she never even imagined. He smiled and her heart skipped a beat, she leaned up to kiss his lips, a little nibble maybe. He kissed her back, and it was sweet and sexy and brilliant.

He pulled away and looked her in the eyes.

“My name is Isaac.” He said with a laugh.

“Cara. Nice to meet you.”

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