​Silver Tongue Deceit
 
Wait…wait til the scars are exposed, then you tell the truths of you for him to use.
Wait…wait until the silver tongue laps the wounds closed, and he whips them back open.
Wait…wait until you trust them, then the real pain will come with betrayal.
Wait…wait let’s try again, so his pure disdain for you can be more pronounced.
Wait...wait it was all a lie.
 
You fell into the web of a silver tongued deceitful serpents lie. You are no longer of use to them.

Gifted with sense, robust emotional feeling
Sometimes blessed with healing, but there’s immense pain that comes with it
Strong angel wings, faith in others, hope, and intense want for change.
 
Wanting to empower, to see growth, and personal strength
A zest for life, for change, for new beginnings—an advocate
Time comes for the final plunge, but you falter and ask for yet another helping hand.
 
Betrayal comes on that fateful, prominent day
Showing me your true manipulative ways; using people up like napkins
Hurt, tears were begging to flow, but I refuse them; refuse to allow anyone to see that.

Reawaken ME
 
I read his text, “Hey, babe I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
 
I grinned, when he called me that. We’d been texting; talking for a long time, Jon and I. We’d been speaking long distance and we’d finally get to meet. I was nervous, excited and horny, all rolled into one.
 
Bounding down the tiled walkways of Dulles airport, I was searching around for him. He said he’d be in his work blues; that he was going to be coming directly from work. I began to get nervous and my heart pounded. Where was he? I looked around.
 
“Babe.”
 
I sighed and spun around. The sound of his voice in person sent sparks through me.
 
“Get over here.”
 
I couldn’t stop the smile that was plastered over my face. I wasn’t sure: do I hug him, kiss him? Really, what I wanted to do was jump on him right there in the airport. I flushed, as heated sensations went up and down me and wetness slid between my thighs.
 
“Hi,” I said meekly.
 
“Hi? That’s all I get is a ‘hi’?”
 
“I don’t know what we do. I-” I stuttered a little.
 
He pulled me in for a tight hug and I melted into him. His scent was a mixture of musky and spicy deodorant. The feeling of his arms around me gave me a sense of calm. I didn’t want to let go of him. I was shaking and I heard him inhaling me as well.
 
“You smell as pretty as you look.”
 
I giggled. “I smell as pretty as I look, huh?” I asked, as we pulled away. “Are you going to eat me too?” I teased, narrowing my eyes with the red-riding hood reference.
 
“Mmm hmm. May I kiss you?”
 
“Thought you’d never ask.” I leaned back into him. His hand caressed my butt, as I reached for his shoulder to steady myself, as our lips met and my knees buckled. It had been a long time since I experienced such a powerful pull. “Mmm,” I moaned, as his lips crushed mine. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue to his. He tasted like coffee and blueberries.
 
“Mmm. Come on,” he tugged me along.
 
I followed, like a love sick puppy and he pulled my rolling luggage. We went to his car in the lot. It was a mid-sized SUV much like mine at home. I squeezed his leg as he sat beside me.
 
He turned to me with a mischievous look that matched the feeling within me.
“I’m going to drop you off and then I am going to make you dinner—a surprise.” He smiled, as he turned to look as he backed up.
 
“Oooh, now that sounds good.” I rubbed my hands together and quirked my eyebrow.
 
 
 
I showered in the milky beige shower, taking care to clean every crevice. And making sure every surface was smooth. He left me for an hour to get things to make for dinner. I escaped the wet and steamy glass enclosed retreat where I’d spent the last 20 minutes. I knew I had to hurry now. I combed my dripping hair and spilt it down the center. I wove each half into thick braids.
 
I looked into the fogged up glass at my creamy, white completion. My pert breasts were dotted with dampness and my light pink nipples were begging to pucker from the change of temperature. I watched a stray rivulet of water drop from the tip of my hair and down my shoulder, over my breast and across my belly. The moisture was absorbed and I reached for my honeysuckle scented cream. I slathered it across my skin. My belly was riddled with excitement as I thought about my plan.
 
Swiftly, I ran into the bedroom and took out the two outfits. I had thought about which one I should choose the entire time I had showered. Still, I had no idea which he’d like best. I paced knowing my time was short. I grabbed some red ribbons and tied them on the end of my pigtail braids.  Once I tied them on, I decided to hurry up and put on the least difficult outfit, due to my lack of time.
 
I let out a chuckle, “like it will be on for very long.” I shimmed into the silky material. It made me grin as I twisted and turned gazing at myself in the full length mirror. It clung to my frame and fell right below my butt. The sides of my nightie were exposed, except for the thin threads of material that held it together.
 
I sauntered out to the kitchen and waited for him to return. I leaned on the cold granite countertop, impatiently. The rustle of the lock alerted me and I stood erect. I came around the front of the countertop that divided us and slid my hand along the smooth, cool, surface.
 
“Well, they didn’t have the…”
 
I turned to look at him, coyly.
 
“Ah,” he cleared his throat.
 
“Forget my name already?” I teased.
 
“I forget my name,” he countered. He placed the bag of groceries down and came at me in one large step. His eyes scanned over me and I could feel the flames licking over every curve.
 
My chest heaved in anticipation, but I snapped back from the trance I was in. I had a plan. He was still in his uniform. Damn, so hot. I dropped to my knees and my hands reached for the zipper. Trembling, I unbuttoned and pulled down the brassy teeth. It felt like eternity and his erection was pressing against his pants, which excited me more.
 
Pace yourself, slowly, Sasha—I told myself internally. I glanced up to see a hungry look in his eyes mirroring my own feelings. I shifted my bare feet on the floor and pulled him out. I looked back at him and he grinned at me as I swallowed hard as the sudden dryness of my throat alarmed me. I hadn’t anticipated him to be so thick. His hand cupped my chin and then moved to my pigtail, tugging lightly on it. He smiled appreciatively and I returned my attention to his throbbing dick.
 
I licked my lips and my tongue darted out to catch the seeping pre-cum, weeping from the head. I used that salty pearl to help coat my lips and prepare myself for him.
 
“Oh,” he took in a sharp breath, as my hot mouth encased the tip.
 
One of my hands gripped his shaft, while the other cradled his sack. “So soft,” I moaned lightly with him in my mouth. My fingers gently toyed and fondled his balls. My mouth and jaw were stretching to take him further, but I wasn’t sure how far I could go. Saliva was dripping everywhere, and coating his shaft. I pulled back and began to slide my tongue up and around the crown, which elicited growls from him.
 
“Sash-” my name was cut short and he leaned forward, as his hand came down on my head. He was breathing in short pants.
 
My hands continued to work, both sliding up and down his shaft tugging him into my mouth. My eyes flickered up to his and I saw his eyes were closed.
 
He pulled back and I whimpered. My lower lip slid out with force and I gave him a pained look. “Wait, just wait you little minx,” he grinned and picked me up and dropped me on the harsh granite countertop; leaving me there.
 
I crossed my arms, as I watched him struggle free from his pants and he placed a condom beside me. I smiled, excited by the turn of events. But then he walked away. I watched him get the bag of groceries and move to the other side of the kitchen. I was about to move, but he saw me.
 
“Don’t move that ass or it will be spanked.”
 
“Ohh, a threat or a promise.”
 
His look was enough to make me not want to move from my spot. I was slick from my juices dripping down. It was almost embarrassing. I was trying to figure out how to hide it when he came around and spread me wide.
 
“Wet for me already? A perfect appetizer.” His heated breath sent a shiver over me and I leaned my head back.
 
I let out a loud and nervous sigh. “Oh,” My hand instinctively pushed his head away at the overwhelming sensation.
 
“You alright?” His concerned look made me melt.
 
“Fine, Jon. I’m just sensitive. Nervous.” I peeked my head up to see him and let him know he was alright to continue.
 
Two fingers splayed me open and he delved inside me again with his strong tongue. A spiraling tingling sensation tore through me. My body hadn’t been touched like this in a very long time. It was being re-awakened and tears whetted my cheeks, as pleasure blossomed within me. Barely able to maintain my breath, I was losing my control.
 
To be continued…

THE LAST TIME

Too many nights spent waiting listening for the door
Too many nights looking at the phone

A text
A call
Tears
They fall

Promises
Broken promises

Tomorrow you’re told it won’t happen again
You’re told they will change
They will stop going out with the guys.
Out for: sports, golf, soccer, rugby, softball, hunting, fishing, trips—away

Away
Always away
Always wishing for that someday
Someday

But that someday will never come.
Your mind burns with hurtful thoughts
What if I’m not sexy?
No longer beautiful
No longer enough
No longer…

You ask, despite your stomach lurches, is she prettier
Like a crack of thunder your temper flares
How do you dare?
Me?

She’s not yet 3 months and he only 2.
Why can’t I make him happy?
What is wrong with me?

NOTHING

Nothing I’ve realized is wrong with me
Nothing is more beautiful than the love I have for my children
Nothing is more powerful than standing up for me and saying…

This is the last time

No more.

The Visit - Part III

We spent a lazy afternoon and I couldn’t help staring at him every chance I got. It was a dream; one I knew would come to an end tomorrow.

I shook my head of those thoughts, as he walked out of the deli with sandwiches and whatever else he decided to purchase for lunch. He’d asked for a quiet place for just the two of us for lunch. I was giddy at the prospect of outside play. He knew I was somewhat of an exhibitionist. I wanted to have that fear of being caught. It drove my arousal through the roof.

I sat through lunch stealing curious glances.

His hand trailed up my legs and I whimpered. “Later, beautiful,” he said staring off.

I pouted.

“Trust me,” he said through a laugh. “Just enjoy the afternoon.”

His voice was mellow and endearing. I loved his accent. It warmed something inside me. I leaned into him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He inhaled me and took my hair in his hand, gently tugging back so he could gain better access of my mouth. His lips softly caressed mine and my body turned parallel, my face pointing up to his. The intensity of heat curled up inside my belly and I moaned inside the kiss.

“Oh, sir,” I whined, as he pulled away.

He gazed into my eyes and I gingerly reached up to him. There was something there, uncertainty perhaps. “I’m sorry. Later.” He smiled, which took that look away.

I tried to place it, understand it, but I knew it was futile.

We returned to the room and he had been on the phone on the ride back, speaking in riddles. The sun had already started its climb downwards.

“Get changed little one.”

“Changed?”

“Yes, undress.”

I giggled in glee. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Was it time already to get my surprise? My heart was rapidly firing in my chest.

I returned to the room and he was sitting in the chair, lounged and relaxed. He had something dangling in his hand, but the room was dark. He’d drawn all the curtains.

“On the bed,” his voice was low and deep.

I crawled up on the bed, facing away from him and my pulse raced along. I stayed there on my hands and knees. My most vulnerable parts were sensitive to the chill in the air. As I stayed there, time ticked by slowly. My nipples puckered to the constant flow of cold air and I swayed my ass lightly, wondering if he could see me.

A swift swat registered in my ears, before the burning sensation roared across my flesh.

“Oh,” I gasped and dipped my head down.

“Be still, naughty.”

The warmth radiated off my ass like spirals of heat waves from the asphalt. His hand had swatted me hard and I craved more.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?” he asked.

“Spank me more, sir.” I wanted to tell him not so hard, I wanted to. But the other part of me wanted it. I wanted to remember it tomorrow long after he was gone.

“Patience, little one.”

I growled. He knew I had none and my fingers fisted the comforter. I hadn’t realized my palms were so sweaty from anticipation.

A knock at the door alarmed me.

“Don’t be afraid,” his words were calming. “My surprise,” he said. His hand caressed my burnt cheek and across my back.

Leaving me there exposed, naked and nervous.

“Trust me.”

“Yes, sir,” I said quietly. I did trust him, but who was he inviting?

I heard them give their civilities and it was another man. I was surprised and somewhat elated. Sir was giving me one of my fantasies on our first meeting. He didn’t want me all to himself. But the truth of that set in. We weren’t a couple. I’d spoke with him for almost a year before he came over to meet me, yet we promised no ties.

I stayed perfectly still, almost afraid to breath, as they walked nearer to the bed.

“Remember what I said about her. And her limits, I don’t give two shits about stopping this at any time.”

I grinned to myself and my mouth opened. Security wrapped over me like a blanket hearing Sir being so forceful and protective of me. I no longer harbored my vulnerabilities. I acknowledged the true weight of what he was giving me and the drum beats of my pulse in my head were pure, as was the trust I felt for him.

“As you get ready I am going to start her with a spanking,” Sir said, and I heard his pants slide off. The sound of his belt buckle –every sound was loud in my ears.

I heaved a breath.

“Jennifer,” his mouth was at my ear and it sent a spiraling sensation of shivers down my spine. “You ready for your surprise?”

“Yes, sir, thank you,” I whispered.

“Come,” he tapped on the front of my thigh from underneath, as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I willingly took my position between his legs. I dared not look at the other man, as my shyness sent wave after wave of crimson to my cheeks. I leaned across sir’s lap and I let the tense breaths escape me in slow rhythmic pulses. I focused on the hand circling my buttocks, one and then the next.

It was as if he was readying himself as well. His taps began slow and steady as he built a rhythm all his own.

The searing sensation began to expand, creeping between my thighs. A burning need grew as I panted, but he was unrelenting. His hand was alternating from cheek to cheek. It was as flurry of motions and I rocked my head as it was almost too much for me.

“Move your legs apart,” a gravelly voice rang somewhere in my consciousness.

Was that Sir? I did as instructed and a hand slipped between. I moaned, as a simultaneous groan was heard.

“Does she enjoy a belting?” The other man asked and he snapped his belt. The crack caused my body to tense.

Sir dug his finger inside my tight core and I wriggled on his lap. “Mmm,” I moaned.

“Why? What are you thinking?” Sir asked. “She doesn’t need punishment.” He removed his finger and forced it into my mouth. I took it hungrily. Although, what I really wanted was him inside me, to taste him and have him in my mouth. To please him.

“We could both,” the man’s voice lifted in question.

There was an uneasy silence and Sir patted the bed. I climbed up back to my original pose. A soft material was placed over my eyes, a blindfold. That must have been what was dangling from his hand earlier.

There still was no answer to the question that seemed to be hanging in the air. I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. I trusted Sir to make that decision for me. I sunk into the bed, releasing my fears, my wants, my desires—focusing on the room. On the two men in the room. Their scents were mingled. A warm musk from the mystery man intertwined with a ginger-like flavor that enticed me every time Sir was near.

My hands were taken out from under me and wrapped behind my back. My face gently thudded to the mattress and the blankets flew up gently surrounding me. I blew a force of air out as it blocked my face. But then a big hand gripped my chin and forced me up.

“Open,” he demanded.

I did and soft flesh touched my lips, grazed past my teeth and into my mouth. The intrusion was expected, yet somehow it still took me off guard. Sir was never rough like that with me. I tried not to smile to show my excitement and used my tongue and lips as best I could at this awkward angle.

“Don’t bite, little one, as I add some more stripes to your ass,” Sir said somewhere in the room.

My mind was focused on the task of this other man’s pleasure. The sound of the leather rippling through the air was something I knew and when it made contact I gasped, but the other man intruded further into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I groaned with my mouth full.

“I think she likes it,” the other man said.

So Sir continued my lashings and I continued to enjoy pleasing this other man. My body was surging with desire as sweet juices made a trail down my inner thigh, just one leg at first, but then soon it was consuming my inner thighs. I could smell myself and I moaned.

“I think it’s time,” Sir’s voice was low and gravelly.

I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were dark, lusted and full of need. With the blindfold I could sense things with greater intensity and it astounded me.

The other man pulled me off of him and I exhaled. He dropped me like a rag doll.

Sir’s hot breath was on my ear. “I am going to take your ass tonight, beautiful. Ready?”

“Yes, sir,” I said excitedly. Perhaps too excitedly, as a hand slapped my ass and I howled.

The hot raised bumps I new were already formed and they throbbed painfully. The pain urged me on though, I wanted more. My mind was cluttered again, scattered and my breath began to escalate. Where had they gone?

“I’m right here, little one,” Sir's voice reassured me.

“Sir, no lube please,” I said in a very quiet voice.

“Yes, I remember,” he said. “Besides you are wetter than the ocean back here.”

His fingers tickled up my thighs just shy of where I needed them. I’d almost forgotten about the other man. I moaned, as he massaged my perineum gently and I panicked realizing he was staring straight at my ass. Oh god! He didn’t prepare me. What if I’m not perfectly clean…what if?

My mind hazed and lost grip of all those thoughts, as his tongue circled my tiny star. It winked reflexively and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips. I dug my nails hard into the bed, as he spread my cheeks for display.

“I love this nice shaven pussy,” his tongue slid from the front and pulled back. “Damn, you are so sweet.”

“Thank you, sir,” I heaved, as the air wouldn’t stay put in my chest. More liquid trailed down my thighs like water.

He chuckled. “You are enjoying this, little one,” he said, as his two fingers slipped inside my pussy and his thumb pushed hard against my ring.

“Oh! Yesss,” I hissed, as he broke through the barrier. “Please, sir, please!” I begged. Oh he was teasing me with his fingers and my clit was in dire need. I’d been on fire all day and I was getting close with just fingers. I didn’t want fingers. I wanted him.

“Patience, whore,” a voice rang through my ears and broke my concentration on what Sir was doing, on the moment.

“I told you nothing like that was allowed,” Sir growled, as he ripped his hand away.

I recoiled into a ball, as memories of past pain came to me.

“Jennifer, stop. You are safe.” Sir’s voice was commanding, yet a shade of concern was laced in. “Come here,” he demanded.

“I’m sorry,” the voice said. “I was caught up in the moment.”

“Little one?”

He was asking if I wanted to continue, with this man. I didn’t want to let Sir down. He hadn’t laid his hands on me. Sir was right, I was safe. He was here and I trusted him. I nodded.

“Let’s begin,” Sir’s words were clear and concise, yet part of me wished I could see his face.

The bed shifted beside me and a warm body lay there. The belt was released from my hands and I rubbed the pinches and tingles from them. A hand coaxed my face in its direction, while sir’s hands on my hips guided me over his body. I straddled this man I couldn’t see. He traced my face and his fingers played with my hair.

Sir plunged his dick into my pussy from behind and I let out a frustrated gasp. His breath sounded shallow and ragged.

I hadn’t expected it. It wasn’t slow and sensual, but it awakened every nerve inside me. He knew I enjoyed rough sex and with two, perhaps, that would be a hard task.

Then I felt him at my other opening, his finger prodding before his dick and I moaned in anticipation. It had been a long time since I’d had anal sex and yet, it was one of my favorites. Sir took it slow and his hand rested on top of my lower back as he pressed further within me.

“Oh fuck! Sir, oh fuck!” I screamed and buried my face into this other man’s chest. He rubbed my back and his chest hair tickled my check.

“My turn,” the other man said.

As he slipped inside my overly wet cunt, my eyes seemed to roll back in my head as the pleasure and slight burn of tightness mixed. No words could escape my mouth that was open and panting.

“You tell me if it’s too much, beautiful,” Sir said in a strained voice.

“Fuck me, sir. Take me,” I cried. It was an amazing feeling as they began to move. “Oh, please, ooohhh,” I groaned loudly and all modesty all shyness had disappeared.

Clawing and scratching I pleaded and pleaded. Although, I didn’t know what I was pleading for—perhaps for it to never end. My back arched and Sir’s teeth were sinking into my ear.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he said harshly through his teeth.

The blinding white light of pleasure seared behind my eyelids and a sharp pain pulsed through my anus as I tightened hard around Sir. My orgasm squeezed through every wall of me, coursing through every vein. The blood so furious I thought the vessels might explode.

Sir, pressed me down toward the other man and my teeth sunk into his shoulder.

“Fuck! She bit me!” he growled. He yanked my head back by my hair and spoke severely into my face. “You are going to be punished for that.” Releasing my hair he found my hips and forcing himself further into my core.

I screamed as it was if I was being torn in two.

Both men erupted into a tormenting howls and grunts on their own accord.

Sir’s arm snaked around my belly and he whispered “Good girl,” breathlessly into my ear.

The other man’s mouth was still spilling explicative’s, as he pumped his last ounce of seed into the condom within me.

I was sticky with sweat and in serious physical pain-yet sated. Sir was right I needed to wait until tonight. I was amazing, except this guy…I guess I couldn’t have two amazing men. That would be asking the world too much.

I barely remember the two men fighting, as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Sir’s argument was that I was probably the best lay he would ever have and I closed my eyes with a huge grin plastered on my lips.