10/06/2024  The Submissive Maid and the Dominant Billionaire The room was bathed in a soft, warm light that danced in the dust motes suspended in the air. The only sound was the rhythmic ticking of an old grandfather clock, a relic from a time when moments stretched out like molasses, each second thick with anticipation. In the center of the room, a man named Marcus stood, his heart pounding like a bass drum in his chest. His eyes were glued to the mirror before him, his reflection staring back with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Marcus reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up to expose his rock-hard abs, each muscle defined as if chiseled by an unseen artist. His hand trembled slightly as it moved lower, tracing the waistband of his boxers. With a deep breath, he pushed the fabric down, revealing what had been hidden beneath—his 12-inch cock, fully erect and throbbing with desire. It stood tall and proud, a stark contrast against his tanned skin, veins pulsing with the blood that fueled its monumental size. He couldn't believe it was his own. It was a weapon of mass seduction, a beacon of virility that could conquer any challenge that lay before him. The door to his chamber creaked open, and in stepped a young maid, her eyes wide with shock. She had stumbled upon a scene that would be etched into her memory for an eternity. She was a vision of innocence in her simple white apron and dress, her hair tied back in a neat bun, her cheeks flushed with the blush of surprise. "Oh, sir, I am sorry," she stuttered, her eyes flickering up to meet his in the mirror, "I thought you were gone. I am here to clean." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she took in the sight before her. Marcus felt a jolt of excitement at her unexpected entrance, his heart racing even faster. He didn't bother to cover himself, instead watching her reaction with a smug satisfaction. Her eyes widened even more as they took in his reflection, and she stumbled backward, her hand flying to cover her mouth. She had heard whispers of his endowment, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality standing before her. She had seen horses and bulls, but never anything so... massive. Her cheeks grew even redder, and she averted her gaze, trying to focus on anything but the giant phallus that was the centerpiece of the room. "It's okay, Kelly," Marcus said, his voice deep and soothing, "You don't have to go anywhere. In fact, I think you might be just what I need right now." He took a step toward her, his cock swaying slightly with each movement, a silent declaration of his intent. The girl's breath hitched in her throat, and she couldn't help but glance back at it. She had never been this close to a man like this before, let alone one with such a... gift. Her mind raced, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean. Her eyes darted back up to his, and she found them filled with a fiery hunger that made her knees wobble. "Your wife, sir?" she managed to squeak out, her hand still clutching at her skirt. Marcus chuckled darkly, his hand reaching down to stroke his shaft, the motion mesmerizing in its confidence. "My wife is... otherwise occupied," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, "and she wouldn't mind if I had a little... assistance." The words hung in the air, thick with suggestion, and before she knew what was happening, a strange thrill was unfurling in her stomach. She had never felt so wanted, so desired. It was like every nerve in her body had been set alight. Slowly, as if in a trance, she moved towards him, her knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thump. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning, and when he nodded, she took a deep breath and reached out to grip his cock, feeling the heat of it against her palm. Her hand trembled slightly as she stroked him, feeling the velvety skin slide beneath her fingertips. The weight of him was surprising, the sheer size of him both terrifying and exhilarating. Marcus watched her, his eyes dark with lust, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. He liked the way she looked at him, like he was the most fascinating, the most powerful thing she had ever seen. It made him feel like a god. He reached down, his hand tangling in her hair, and gently guided her closer. "Take it," he murmured, "Take all of me." And with a gulp of air, she did. She leaned in, her pink, wet lips parting, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he filled her up. She could feel his eyes on her, watching every move, and it spurred her on. Marcus groaned as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around the tip in a way that made him see stars. He had had his fair share of lovers, but none had ever looked at him like this, with such a mix of fear and adoration. It was intoxicating. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth, feeling her throat stretch around him. She choked a little, but she took it, her eyes watering but never leaving his. He watched as her cheeks hollowed with the effort, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she tried to accommodate his size. It was a sight to behold, and one that made his cock throb even more. He felt the tension building in his balls, the heat rising from deep within him. He knew it wouldn't be long now. He reached down, his hand tangling in her hair again, and began to set a rhythm, pushing and pulling her head in time with his own hips. Kelly's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, her gaze filled with a mix of fear and determination. She knew she couldn't stop now, not when he was so close. She could feel his grip tightening in her hair, his breaths growing more ragged. She bobbed her head faster, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, stroking him with a fervor that she didn't know she had within her. The saliva she had spit out was now a slick sheen on his cock, making her movements smoother, easier. A soft moan escaped her lips, vibrating against his sensitive flesh, and he groaned in response, his hips jerking forward. The sound was like music to his ears, a sweet symphony of pleasure that he hadn't heard in a long time. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her even more roughly, pushing her to take him deeper. The saliva that had gathered in her mouth slipped out, a silver thread connecting her mouth to his shaft, and then fell, landing on the swell of her generous breasts. Kelly felt the power shift between them, the balance tilting in his favor as she became more and more consumed by his desire. She pulled back, her mouth popping open with a wet sound that echoed through the room. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy with arousal. "Do you... do you want more, sir?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper. Marcus nodded, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her. He knew he had her now, that she was his to command. "Oh, yes, I want more," he said, his voice thick with need. "I want all of you." He stepped closer, his cock bobbing in the space between them, a silent demand. Kelly licked her lips, her heart racing. She had never felt so alive, so desired. She took a deep breath and leaned in, her mouth enveloping him once more. This time, she took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but she didn't stop. Instead, she swallowed around him, her throat muscles contracting in a way that made Marcus' eyes roll back in his head. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His finger dug into her hair, his head went back as he moaned, "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, Kelly," his voice strained with pleasure. She responded by taking him even deeper, her throat tightening around his shaft. She felt his thighs tense, his grip on her hair tightening almost painfully. Marcus's hips bucked as he pressed his crotch firmly against her face, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth like a piston. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel the pressure building, the inevitable release that was about to happen. He was so close, and she was determined to make it happen, to give him the most mind-blowing experience of his life. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him all the way in, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his. Then it came, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Marcus's body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash its energy. He yelled out, a primal sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, and she felt the first hot spurt of his come hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed, feeling the thick, salty liquid fill her mouth. It was more than she had ever taken before, but she didn't stop. She kept sucking, her cheeks hollow, her eyes on his. He was watching her, his gaze intense, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her. It was a display of dominance and power that made her feel small and vulnerable, but also incredibly alive. Each spurt of come was a declaration of his pleasure, a testament to her skill, and she took it all, eager to please him. Finally, he pulled out of her warm, moist mouth, panting heavily. His cock glistened with her saliva and his own release, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight. She had done this to him, brought this powerful man to his knees with nothing but her mouth and her willingness. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel powerful in a way she never had before. Marcus looked down at her, his eyes smoldering. "On the table," he said, his voice gruff with need. She didn't question him, instead standing up on shaky legs and moving to the coffee table, her heart racing. He stepped behind her, his cock still rock hard despite his recent climax. He reached out, gripping her hips and lifting her up, his strength surprising her. Her skirt fluttered around her as he bent her over the table, her palms flat against the cool wood. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, her plump ass in the air, the damp fabric of her panties clinging to her. He leaned down, his breath hot on her skin as he whispered, "So pretty," before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pulling them down. The fabric peeled away with a wet sound, revealing her glistening pussy, slick with desire. He groaned, his own arousal spiking again at the sight of her wetness. Marcus stepped closer, his cock brushing against her inner thigh as he reached around to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. He leaned in, his mouth hot and wet as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "So sweet," he murmured against her ear, "so ripe." His hand moved down her body, his fingers tracing the contours of her hip before finding her pussy. He parted her folds with ease, his two digits sliding into her without resistance. The sensation of him filling her made her moan, her hips rocking back to meet his hand. He curled his fingers, finding that sweet spot deep inside her that made her legs tremble. His strokes grew faster, more insistent, as he listened to the symphony of her pleasure. "Marcus," she whimpered, her voice muffled by the fabric of her skirt that was still bunched up around her waist. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for more. With a smug smile, he withdrew his fingers, letting them slide out with a wet sound that made his cock throb even more. He stepped back, admiring the view of her spread open before him, her pussy glistening with need. Then, without warning, he plunged into her, his cock splitting her in half with a force that made her scream. The pain was intense, but it was quickly drowned out by the pleasure that followed, a pleasure so deep it was almost painful. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the table. Marcus began to fuck her with a rhythm that was almost brutal in its intensity, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. She could feel herself stretching around him, her body trying to accommodate his massive size. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her toes curling and her back arching. He leaned over her, his hand reaching around to cover her mouth, muffling her cries. "So tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, "so perfect." His other hand slid up her body, his thumb circling her clit with a skill that made her body quiver. She felt herself building again, the pressure coiling in her belly like a spring about to snap. And then she did. With a scream that was muffled by his hand, she pushed back against him, her hips bucking as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, her walls pulsing as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Marcus groaned, feeling her tighten around his cock, her warmth squeezing him in a vice-like grip that threatened to make him come again. He pulled out, her juices running down his shaft, and stepped back to appreciate the sight of her writhing on the table, her pussy glistening and swollen. "So responsive," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Kelly's eyes snapped open, the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with lust, and pushed herself up on her elbows. "Please," she begged, "more." Marcus's smile grew wider, a predatory glint in his eyes. He took a step closer, his cock bobbing with the beat of his racing heart. He placed the tip against her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her, and pushed back in with a slow, deliberate motion that made her moan. She was so wet, so eager for him, and it only fueled his own desire. "Oh god," she breathed, her voice a desperate whine, "Your wife is so lucky, oh god, more, sir, please." Her words were a siren's song, urging him on, making him want to claim her even more. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to thrust, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Marcus watched her face in the mirror, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. He knew she was close, could feel the way her muscles tightened around him. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl, and she did. Her eyes locked onto his, and he could see the hunger in them, the need. He liked that she was begging for it, liked that she was his to command. "I'd rather fuck you than anyone," he said, his voice gruff as he slammed into her, "My wife, my mistresses, none of them come close to you." It was a lie, of course. He had had tighter, wetter, more experienced women, but there was something about the way she took him, something about her innocence and her willingness to please that made him feel like he was fucking a goddess. It was addictive, like a drug that he couldn't get enough of. Her eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. "My ass?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and excitement. Marcus chuckled, his hand moving down to caress the tight, puckered hole she offered. It was untouched, unblemished, and the thought of being the first to claim it had his cock swelling even more. "Are you sure, my sweet?" "Yes, yes," she whimpered, her body shaking with anticipation. He could feel her tension, the way she was fighting the urge to pull away even as she pushed back against him. "I am sure." Her voice was steady, though the tremble in her body betrayed her. She wanted this, wanted to please him, wanted to know what it felt like to be truly filled by him. Marcus leaned down, his breath hot on her neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His hand slipped away from her mouth, his thumb tracing the seam of her ass before pressing gently against her hole. She gasped, her body tightening around him, and he watched with a mix of excitement and cruel satisfaction as she squirmed. He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lubricant that he had prepared for this very moment. With a knowing smile, he flipped the cap open and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingertips. He rubbed them together, watching the liquid pool in his palm before bringing his hand back to her. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper, and she nodded frantically. Marcus's thumb pressed against her ass, the lubricant cool against her fevered skin. She tensed as he began to rub in slow, gentle circles, the pressure increasing gradually until she felt the tip of his thumb breach her tight ring. She gasped, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. The sensation was foreign, but it didn't take long for the discomfort to give way to a strange, building heat. He pushed in deeper, his thumb working her in a steady rhythm that had her hips moving in time with his hand. "Yes," she breathed, the word a soft affirmation that seemed to echo through the room. She felt so open, so vulnerable, but at the same time, so alive. Her body was a canvas for his desires, and she was eager for him to paint it with his lust. "I am sure," she repeated, her voice stronger now, the fear replaced by a fiery need that burned through her veins. Marcus took a deep breath, his hand steady as he lined his cock up with her tight, untouched hole. He didn't want to hurt her, not really. The thrill was in the chase, the conquest, not in causing pain. He pushed the head of his cock into her, feeling her tense around him, her body resisting the intrusion. He paused, letting her adjust, his thumb still working her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through her body. "Let me in." He watched as she took a deep breath, her shoulders dropping slightly. He pushed in further, feeling her muscles give way, stretching to accommodate his size. It was a delicate dance, a ballet of flesh and need. Her moan was music to his ears, a sweet symphony that promised the crescendo of their union. He slid in deeper, the tightness of her ass gripping him like a vice, sending bolts of pleasure through his body. He had to fight the urge to thrust all the way in, to claim her fully and completely. Instead, he moved with the patience of a predator, savoring every inch of her. The sound of her whimpers grew louder as he pushed deeper, her body trembling with the effort to take him. Kelly's hand gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white with the force. Her eyes rolled back, and a low, guttural moan escaped her throat as she felt the pressure building within her. The pain was intense, but it was a sweet agony that only served to heighten the pleasure. Her tongue lolled out, a silent testament to the overwhelming sensations that were consuming her. Marcus watched her, his own arousal reaching new heights as he saw the impact he had on her. He loved the way she took him, her body responding to every thrust with a mix of pleasure and pain that was written clearly on her face. With a smirk, he gripped her hips tighter, his cock plunging deeper into her ass. He could feel her muscles clench around him, trying to push him out, but he didn't let up. Instead, he pushed in harder, his movements becoming more deliberate, more forceful. Rising his hand, he brought it down with a firm smack against her right cheek. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp crack that was followed by her sharp intake of breath. She yelped, her body jolting, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back against him, her eyes flying open to meet his in the mirror. There was something in her gaze that made his blood boil, something that told him she liked it. He smacked her again, a little harder this time, watching the way her skin turned pink under the force of his hand. Her eyes were glazed with a mix of pleasure and pain, her body moving with his in a dance that was as old as time. With each smack, she moaned louder, her hips bucking back against him as if begging for more. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm that had him on the edge of his own release. It was like a switch had been flipped, turning her from a shy, inexperienced maid into a wanton sex goddess before his very eyes. Marcus smacked her again, a little harder this time, watching the way her ass jiggled with the force of the impact. He could see the handprint forming, a dark red stain that stood out starkly against her pale skin. It was a claim of ownership, a brand that marked her as his, and the sight of it was intoxicating. His cock swelled even more, the pressure building in his balls as he felt his orgasm approaching. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and ragged, "You're mine, Kelly, all of you. Your mouth, your pussy, your tight little ass. You're going to take all of me, and you're going to love it." His words were a dark promise, a declaration of his dominance, and she shivered beneath him, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine. Marcus felt her body tense as he slammed into her again, his cock filling her completely. "Oh god," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "It's so big, so thick." But she didn't pull away, didn't even flinch. Instead, she pushed back against him, her ass taking him in even deeper, her muscles rippling around his shaft like a second skin. "You're so tight for me, aren't you, my sweet?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, the muscles in her ass gripping him like a fist. "You love it when I claim you like this, don't you?" She nodded, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The look on her face was one of pure bliss, a look that told him she was his to do with as he wished. "I want you to call me Daddy," he said, his voice a low growl. "Whenever you need me, whenever you want me, you call me that." He watched as a blush stained her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. It was a twisted game they were playing, but it was one that both of them enjoyed, one that added an extra layer of thrill to their illicit encounter. "Oh Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling as she felt his cock swell even more within her, "Daddy, please, I need to come." It was a plea, a desperate cry that he found impossible to resist. His hips moved faster, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with an intensity that seemed to defy his earlier restraint. Marcus felt his own orgasm approaching, the tension coiling in his balls, demanding release. "Come for me, baby," he grunted, his voice strained with effort, "Come all over Daddy's cock." His thumb pressed harder on her clit, his movements more insistent as he watched her in the mirror. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth open in a silent scream as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. And then she did. With a cry that was more animal than human, she climaxed, her body arching back as her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice. The muscles in her ass spasmed, sending waves of pleasure through him as she came, her juices squirting out to coat his shaft, running down her thighs and pooling on the floor. He had never seen anything so erotic, so beautiful, and it pushed him over the edge. Marcus' climax was just as intense as hers, a white-hot wave of pleasure that seemed to tear through him like lightning. He roared her name as he came, his hips jerking as rope after rope of come filled her ass, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He could feel her pulsing around him, her orgasm milking him for every last drop, and it was all he could do to keep from collapsing. When it was over, he pulled out with a wet sound, his cock glistening with their combined juices. They both fell to the living room floor, panting and spent. He looked at her, his smile filled with a mix of pride and satisfaction. She was a mess, her hair a tangled mess, her makeup smeared, but she had never looked more beautiful to him. Marcus leaned down, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "No one has ever made me feel like that." Kelly's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and pride at his words. She had never felt so alive, so desired, so completely used. It was a strange feeling, one she didn't know how to process. All she knew was that she liked it, liked the way his eyes devoured her, the way he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. "Thank you, Daddy," she murmured, the title slipping from her lips like a sweet caress. Marcus chuckled, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax. "Don't thank me, baby," he said, his voice gentle as he traced the line of her jaw with his thumb, "You're the one who made that happen." He stood, his cock still hard despite his recent release, and offered her a hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet, her legs wobbly and unsteady. He led her to the en suite bathroom, the marble floor cool against her bare feet. The room was bathed in soft light from the candles he had lit earlier, casting a warm glow over the chrome fixtures and the large, glass-enclosed shower. He turned on the water, the sound of it filling the room, the steam curling up to kiss the ceiling. "Let's get you clean," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. The water was hot, almost scalding, and she stepped into the shower with a hiss. Marcus followed, his cock still standing tall despite the release, a testament to his insatiable hunger. He grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shelf and squeezed some into his palm. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. She complied, her heart racing as she felt the slickness of the soap against her skin. He began at her neck, his hands working in firm, confident strokes as he washed away the sweat and grime of their encounter. His fingers danced down her body, lingering on her breasts before moving lower, washing her stomach, her thighs. Each touch was deliberate, each caress a silent promise of more to come. She leaned into him, her body craving his touch, the warm water cascading over them like a waterfall. Kelly felt a strange mix of emotions—shame at her wanton behavior and the way she had begged for him, and a deep, burning desire that was only being stoked by the gentle way he washed her. She had never felt so cherished, so desired. It was a heady feeling, one that made her want to purr like the kitten he had called her. His soapy hands moved lower, cupping her ass, sliding between her cheeks to gently clean the evidence of their coupling from her tight hole. Marcus's eyes never left hers in the mirror, the intensity of his gaze making her feel like she was going to melt into a puddle at his feet. His hand moved to her pussy, his fingers spreading her wide to expose her to his gaze. She watched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with lust. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. His touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the roughness of his earlier fucking. Kelly's breath hitched as he began to lick her in earnest, his tongue lapping at her clit before moving down to trace the length of her slit. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet agony that had her thighs quivering. His tongue felt like heaven against her sensitive flesh, and she could feel herself building towards another orgasm. She had never experienced anything like this, never been worshiped by a man in such a way. It was like he was savoring every inch of her, drinking in her essence like it was the sweetest nectar. Marcus's hand snaked around to grip her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he held her in place. His tongue slid into her pussy, deep and sure, filling her completely. She moaned, the sound echoing off the tiles as she felt his mouth sucking and nibbling at her sensitive spot. The sensation was too much, and she came with a scream, her body shaking with the force of it. Marcus held her up, his mouth working her through the spasms, never letting up until she was limp and boneless in his arms. When she had come down from the high, he gently lowered her to the floor of the shower, his cock still rock hard. He turned her to face the wall, his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her into place. "Spread your legs," he ordered, and she did, her pussy wet and swollen from his attention. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against her ass. "You liked that, didn't you?" he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and steamy. Yes! Marcus scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist like ivy around a trellis. She gasped as the coolness of the marble wall hit her back, her legs dangling over his broad shoulders. He held her there, suspended, her body open and exposed to him. The power dynamic was clear, and it thrilled her to the core. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he leaned in, his tongue tracing a wet line along the curve of her shoulder. "Will you be mine, Kelly?" he whispered, the question sending a shiver down her spine. It was a simple question, but loaded with meaning. It meant submission, it meant giving herself fully to him, to his desires and his will. And she wanted that. She wanted to be owned by this man, to be his in every way possible. Her heart raced as she felt his cock pressing against her, still hard and insistent despite his earlier release. He was a force of nature, a man who took what he wanted without apology, and she found herself craving that dominance. "Yes," she whispered back, her voice a soft, trembling sigh. "I'll be yours, Daddy." The words were like a key turning in a lock, unleashing a new wave of passion in Marcus. He thrust into her again, his cock sliding into her wet pussy with ease. She gripped the marble wall, her nails digging into the cold stone as he took her hard and fast, the water cascading over them like a waterfall. Each stroke was punctuated by a smack of their bodies, the sound echoing in the steamy bathroom like a carnival of pleasure. "Oh, Daddy," she moaned, the word slipping from her lips like a prayer. It was a declaration of surrender, an acknowledgment of her desire to be claimed by him. Marcus grunted with satisfaction, his hips moving with a rhythm that was as old as time itself. He felt her body begin to tighten around him again, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, deeper. "I'm going to fill you up, baby," he whispered, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "You're going to take every drop." The promise sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching around his cock in anticipation. She was his, completely and utterly, and she never wanted it to end. "Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure. "You feel so good." Marcus chuckled, his cock swelling even more at her words. He loved the way she called him Daddy, the way it made her sound so small and vulnerable in his arms. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel like a god. He leaned into her, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "Is that what you want, baby? You want Daddy to fuck you harder?" Her only response was a breathless nod, her eyes closed in ecstasy. He smacked her ass, the sound echoing in the steamy shower. "Then tell me," he demanded, his voice a low growl, "tell me how much you want it." "I want it so bad," she panted, her voice a needy whine, "Daddy, please, fuck me harder." The words seemed to inflame him, his grip tightening on her hips as he complied with her plea. His thrusts grew more powerful, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her cervix, the feeling so intense it was almost painful. But she didn't want him to stop. Kelly tossed her head back, her long hair plastered to her back by the water, and let out a moan that was half pleasure, half prayer. "Yes, Daddy, yes," she chanted, her voice rising and falling with each thrust. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together filled the air, a symphony of desire that seemed to crescendo with each passing second. The water rained down on them, mixing with the sweat that covered their bodies, creating a slick sheen that only added to the eroticism of the moment. Marcus's eyes never left hers in the mirror, the hunger in his gaze making her feel like the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear as he growled, "Tell me you want Daddy's come inside of you, Kitten. Tell me you need it." His words sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her pussy clench around him. The idea of taking him fully, letting him fill her with his seed, was almost too much to bear. "Yes," she whimpered, the word barely audible, "Oh yes, Daddy, I want it. I need it. I want your come inside of me." The words were a declaration of surrender, a complete and total surrender to his will. She felt her body respond, her pussy clenching around him, begging for release. Marcus groaned, his hips moving faster, the slap of their bodies growing louder with each passing second. He could feel himself getting closer, his balls tightening with the promise of release. "You're going to come again for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in her ear. "You're going to come just as I fill you up." Kelly's nails dug into the marble, her body tightening around him as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. "Daddy, I'm going to come," she panted, the words a desperate plea. "Daddy, I'm going to come." Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap. Marcus's hips moved faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that was almost brutal. He could feel his own release building, the pressure in his balls threatening to burst. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Come on my cock." Kelly's grunts grew louder, her body shaking with the effort to hold on. She had never felt so out of control, so utterly consumed by pleasure. It was like a wildfire, burning through her, consuming her until she was nothing but a pile of ashes. And then, with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, she did. Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, her body arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Marcus watched her in the mirror, his eyes dark with lust. "Oh fuck, that's my kitten," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he felt her come apart in his arms. His own climax was close, the tension in his balls a sweet, unbearable agony. He slammed into her one last time, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into her, filling her with his hot, thick come. The sound of the water was the only thing that broke the silence, the steady beat of their hearts slowly returning to normal as they stood there, panting and trembling. Marcus leaned his forehead against hers, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Oh God," he breathed, "you're incredible." Kelly looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of emotions. She felt used and cherished all at once, a heady combination that left her dizzy. "What did you say?" she asked, her voice small and shaky. Marcus grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. "I said," he repeated, his voice a low growl, "that my wife is out, and you're moving in. How does that sound to you, my little kitten?" The words hung in the steamy air, a promise that seemed too good to be true. Kelly's eyes widened, the reality of his proposal sinking in. The idea of living with him, of being his to use whenever he wanted, was both thrilling and terrifying. "Marcus," she whispered, "are you serious?" Marcus nodded, his grip on her hips tightening. "Dead serious, Kitten," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're the first woman who's ever truly satisfied me, who's ever been able to handle all of me." He leaned back to look into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of passion and vulnerability. "My wife and I, we haven't been together like this in years. But you, you make me feel alive again." Kelly's heart pounded in her chest, the implications of his words sinking in. She had always known her place in this house, knew that she was nothing more than the help. But here she was, with this powerful man's cock still deep inside her, offering her a life she had never even dared to dream of. "Marcus," she whispered, her voice shaking, "I don't know what to say." He kissed her gently, his tongue sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers. "Say yes," he murmured, "and I'll give you the world." The promise was like a drug, a sweet, addictive whisper that made her knees wobble. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign that he didn't mean it, that this was just another game. But all she saw was heat, a fiery desire that seemed to burn just for her. Her voice was a tremulous whisper when she finally spoke. "Yes, Daddy, I'll be yours." The words felt like a declaration of war, a battle cry that echoed through the house and shattered every preconceived notion she had about herself. She was no longer just the maid; she was his, to use and to cherish, to pleasure and to satisfy. Marcus's smile was wide and triumphant, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He gently set her down on her trembling legs, his cock slipping out of her with a wet sound that seemed to underscore the finality of her decision. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek with a tenderness that surprised her. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." He turned off the shower and guided her out, wrapping her in a plush towel. As he dried her off, his touch was gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the ferocity of their lovemaking. He picked up the phone from the bathroom counter, his thumbs flying over the screen. "I'll handle everything," he said, his voice firm. "I'm going to make that call, and she'll be gone by the time we're done here." Kelly felt a mix of excitement and fear, her heart racing with the reality of what was happening. "What will I do?" she asked, her voice small. "What will people say?" Marcus chuckled, a dark, rich sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Let them talk," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll be too busy fucking each other's brains out to care." He leaned in, his breath warm and minty against her skin. The words were like a brand, searing themselves into her soul. She knew that he was right, that their passion was something that people talked about in whispers. But she didn't care. All that mattered was the here and now, the feel of his hands on her body, the sound of his voice in her ear. Marcus dialed a number on the phone, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "John," he said, his voice cold and detached, "It's Marcus. I need you to draw up some divorce papers for me." There was a pause, a beat of silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, "Yes, I'm divorcing Michelle." He didn't bother to hide the satisfaction in his voice. "I've found someone who can handle me, and she's everything I ever wanted." Kelly could hear the shock in John's voice, the disbelief. But Marcus just continued, his tone unyielding. "Michelle gets nothing but her clothes. The house, the cars, the bank accounts—it's all going to me. She'll sign or she'll regret it." Another pause, and then a begrudging agreement. "Good. I knew I could count on you." He hung up the phone with a decisive click, the sound echoing through the bathroom like a gunshot. He turned to her, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "It's just you and me now, baby," he said, his eyes gleaming. "No more interruptions, no more hiding." He picked up the phone again, dialing a number from memory. "Locksmith," he barked when the call was answered. "I need the locks on my house changed immediately. Yes, all of them." His gaze never left hers in the mirror, his smile growing wider with every word. "And make sure she doesn't have a key. She's not welcome here anymore." The call ended, and Marcus turned his full attention to her, his hand sliding down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "Now," he said, "let's get you dressed. We have a lot to do today." He stepped back, his cock still standing tall, and handed her a robe. She slipped into it, feeling the warmth of the fabric against her skin. It was a strange feeling, being so exposed and yet so protected by his words. He led her into the bedroom, his hand firm in hers. The room was a mess, the bedclothes tangled and stained with their passion. But instead of cleaning it up, he walked over to the closet and opened the door. Inside, she saw a suitcase, packed and ready. "Your things," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "I had them brought up." Kelly felt a mix of shock and relief. She had been living in fear of discovery for so long, always looking over her shoulder. But now, it was out in the open, and she was free to be with Marcus without the shadow of her mistress hanging over them. She reached out, her hand shaking, and took the suitcase. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice trembling. Marcus took the suitcase from her, his smile wicked. "Now, we go shopping," he said, his eyes gleaming. "You can't be the woman of this house dressed like a servant." He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The cool air hit her wet skin, making her nipples peak under the robe. "We'll get you a wardrobe that makes every man in town beg for a taste of what's mine." I don't want any other man looking at me, but you Daddy, she smiles. Marcus nodded, pleased with her response. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's get you dressed and go. We're going to make you the most irresistible woman in town, and every time someone looks at you, they're going to know you belong to me." A limo pulls up, and takes them down town miami, to all the best stores. Kelly laughs, the sound light and airy, as she looks up at Marcus. "Okay, Daddy," she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She knows he's in charge, and she's eager to see what he has in store for her. Marcus grins, the wicked glint in his eye telling her that he's going to enjoy this every bit as much as she will. They step into the first store, and the luxurious scent of expensive fabrics and perfumes fills the air. The saleswomen look them over, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of Marcus's 12-inch cock, still at half-mast, poking out of his pants. But they're professionals, and they don't say a word, leading them to a private dressing room filled with racks of designer clothes. Marcus watches as Kelly tries on outfit after outfit, his cock twitching with every reveal. He points to a red dress that clings to her curves like a second skin. "That's the one," he says, his voice thick with lust. She slips into it, and the material stretches tightly across her breasts and ass. He can see the outline of her pussy, still swollen from their earlier activities, and he knows that he'll have to take her again before the day is through. In another store, she parades in lingerie, the lace and silk leaving little to the imagination. Each time she comes out of the dressing room, her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. She knows he's getting harder with every step she takes, and it's a thrill unlike anything she's ever felt before. Marcus can't resist the urge to reach out and squeeze her ass, his hand coming away with a gentle smack that makes her yelp. "You're going to drive me mad," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. But it's in the third store, a high-end boutique with racks of clothes that cost more than she used to make in a month, that she decides she's had enough of the teasing. She looks up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Marcus," she says, her voice a siren's call, "I need your help with something." Marcus raises an eyebrow, his cock twitching with anticipation. "Oh?" he asks, playing along. "What seems to be the problem?" Without a word, she slips back into the dressing room, leaving the door open just a crack. Marcus's heart races as he approaches, his cock already swelling in his pants. He peeks inside and sees her standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties that leave little to the imagination. She looks up at him with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What do you think, Daddy?" she asks, twirling around to give him a full view. Marcus can't help but let out a low groan at the sight of her firm, round ass and the way the lace clings to her pussy. "Do you like what you see?" He steps closer, his eyes raking over her body like a predator eyeing its prey. "I do," he says, his voice thick with lust, "but I think we need to make some adjustments." Before she can react, he's inside the dressing room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. He takes her by the waist, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Let's see how well this fits," he murmurs, his thumb sliding under the lace to tease her pussy. Kelly gasps, her body responding to his touch. She can feel her arousal growing, the wetness spreading through the lace. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes wide with anticipation. Marcus's hand slides into the front of her panties, his finger finding her clit. He strokes it gently, watching her reaction in the mirror. Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling with every touch. He's in complete control, and she loves it. "Marcus," she whispers, her voice a needy whine, "please, don't stop." His smile widens, the promise of more pleasure in his eyes. He slips a finger inside her, her pussy tightening around him. "Oh God," she moans, her knees buckling slightly. He holds her upright with one hand, his other hand still playing with her clit. "Is this what you want, baby?" he asks, his voice a dark whisper. "You want Daddy's cock inside of you again?" She nods frantically, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. "Say it," he demands, his voice low and gruff. "I want you to say it." "I want you, Marcus," she gasps, her voice needy and desperate. "I want you inside of me, please." Marcus groans, his cock swelling even more at her words. He pulls her panties to the side, the head of his cock pressing against her wet, swollen entrance. "Then beg for it," he says, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Beg for Daddy's cock." Kelly's cheeks burn with desire, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with need, "please fuck me, Daddy. I need you." Marcus's smile is wicked, his eyes never leaving hers as he slides into her with one smooth stroke. She's so wet, so tight, it's like heaven and hell colliding in one explosive moment. He fills her completely, his cock stretching her in a way that's both painful and incredibly pleasurable. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her eyes wide with shock at the sensation. "Oh God," she cries out, her voice echoing through the dressing room. She's never felt so full, so claimed. Every inch of her is his, and she loves it. Marcus starts to move, his hips rocking into hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes her moan with every thrust. She's lost in the moment, her body responding to his with a primal need. "Daddy," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire, "fuck me harder." Marcus obliges, his cock pounding into her with increasing force. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the small space, a cacophony of passion that seems to fuel them both. She throws her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds within her. Kelly feels his thumb circle her clit, the pressure building until she's sure she'll shatter. "Oh god, yes, yes," she cries out, her voice bouncing off the walls of the dressing room. Marcus watches her in the mirror, his own eyes glazed with lust as he brings her closer and closer to the edge. He can feel her tightening around him, her pussy gripping him like a vice as she nears her climax. "Come with me, Daddy," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please, I want your come inside of me." Marcus's eyes flick to hers, the hunger in them making her stomach clench. He picks up the pace, his cock moving in and out of her with a ferocity that matches her own need. She feels her orgasm building, a wave of pleasure so intense it's almost painful. He groans, his own release close. "Come for me, Kitten," he says, his voice a growl that sends shivers down her spine. "Come now." And with that command, she does, her body shuddering with pleasure. Marcus watches her in the mirror, the sight of her climax pushing him over the edge. He slams into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his hot seed. Kelly's legs give out, and she would have fallen if Marcus wasn't holding her upright. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. Marcus pulls out, the sound of their bodies separating echoing through the room. He turns her to face him, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches the aftershocks of pleasure play across her features. Before she can even begin to process what just happened, there's a knock on the dressing room door. "Is everything okay in there?" a concerned saleswoman asks, her voice muffled through the wood. Marcus laughs, a deep, rich sound that fills the room. "Better than okay," he calls out, his arm wrapping around Kelly's waist. "My kitten just picked out the perfect outfit." He winks at her in the mirror, the satisfaction in his eyes unmistakable. They step out of the dressing room, and the saleswoman's eyes widen when she sees the state of their clothes. Marcus's pants are zipped up hastily, the bulge of his still-hard cock clear through the fabric. Kelly's face is flushed, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of passion. But she stands tall, her shoulders back, wearing the air of a woman who has just claimed her rightful place. "Everything in there," Marcus says, his voice commanding and satisfied, "is satisfactory. We'll take it all." The saleswoman nods, her gaze darting between them, trying to piece together what happened behind the closed door. But she doesn't dare ask; the look in Marcus's eyes tells her that she's better off not knowing. Kelly giggles, feeling a sense of naughtiness that she never knew existed within her. "Lunch sounds perfect, Daddy," she says, her voice dripping with innuendo. The saleswoman's eyes widen slightly, but she quickly composes herself, swiping Marcus's card and placing the clothes into bags with a shaky hand. Marcus wraps his arm around her waist, leading her out of the store and into the bright Miami sun. The limo is waiting, the driver standing at attention by the open door. He looks at them, his eyes lingering on Marcus's obvious bulge before quickly averting his gaze. "Home, sir?" he asks, his voice professional despite the hint of curiosity. Marcus nods, his hand sliding down to give her ass a firm squeeze. "Home," he repeats, his eyes never leaving hers. She giggles, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of what's to come. As they settle into the plush leather seats, the tinted windows closing them off from the outside world, she reaches over to unbuckle his belt. "Someone's eager," he teases, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm hungry, Daddy," she whispers, her hand sliding into his pants to wrap around his still-hard cock. He groans, his eyes closing for a brief moment as she starts to stroke him. The limo pulls away from the curb, the smooth ride the only indication of their movement. "Good girl," he murmurs, leaning back into the seat. With a mischievous smile, she leans in and takes him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft like a warm, wet glove. Marcus's eyes fly open, his gaze meeting hers in the reflection of the tinted window. The sight of her there, on her knees, servicing him like the good little kitten he's turned her into, sends a fresh wave of arousal through him. "Fuck, Kitten," he groans, his hips jerking upward involuntarily. She doesn't miss a beat, taking him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him off with a passion that leaves him breathless. "Don't stop," he begs, his voice a desperate whine that makes her pussy throb with need. Kelly's eyes water with the effort, but she doesn't let up. She loves the power she has over him, the way he writhes in the seat, his hands tangled in her hair. She can feel his cock swelling even more, the pulse of his blood beating against her tongue. Marcus's eyes are glued to the mirror, watching the erotic sight of her mouth stretched wide around his shaft. "Fuck, Kitten," he says again, his voice strained. She can feel the tension building in his body, the muscles in his thighs tightening. "I'm going to come," he warns her, his voice a desperate growl. She responds by swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, her hand pumping his shaft in time with her mouth. She feels the first spurt of his come, hot and salty, and she swallows it greedily. Marcus's body goes rigid, his back arching off the seat as he pours himself into her mouth. She takes it all, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. He's lost in the moment, his hand in her hair, guiding her movements as he cums down her throat. It's a powerful feeling, being the one to bring him such pleasure, to have him at her mercy like this. When he's finally spent, she sits back, wiping a smear of come from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. "Did kitten make daddy happy?" she asks, her voice sweet and innocent. Marcus chuckles, the sound low and full of pride. "More than you could ever know," he says, leaning down to kiss her gently on the forehead. The limo pulls up to the mansion, and the driver quickly gets out to open the door. Marcus tells him to bring the bags inside and up to the bedroom, his voice firm and authoritative. The driver nods, Several servants emerge from the house, their expressions a mix of curiosity and shock at the sight of the new woman with their master. They move quickly to retrieve the bags, their eyes downcast and respectful. As they step out of the car, Marcus takes out his cell phone, his brow furrowed as he looks at the screen. It's been buzzing incessantly since they left the store, the notifications all from the same number—his wife's. With a sigh of annoyance, he finally decides to deal with it. He opens the phone, and there are dozens of missed calls and messages from Michelle, each one growing more frantic and demanding. He can't ignore it anymore. "Kelly, wait here," he says, his voice tight with tension. "I need to take this call." He walks a few paces away, his hand tightening around the phone. "What?" he snaps into the receiver. Kelly watches him, her heart racing. She can tell by the look on his face that it's his wife, and she feels a twinge of fear. What if he changes his mind? What if she's not enough for him? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, but she quickly pushes it aside. Marcus has chosen her, and she knows she can make him happy. Marcus's voice is low, his words clipped as he speaks into the phone. "Michelle, I've had enough of your hysterics," he says, his tone unyielding. "The locks have been changed. You won't be coming back here." There's a pause, and then he laughs, the sound cold and devoid of humor. "Don't worry about your things," he continues, "you can have whatever's left after I'm done with them." Kelly can't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman on the other end of the line. But she quickly pushes it aside, reminding herself that Marcus is hers now, that she's the one he's chosen. She watches him, his body tense with anger, his jaw clenched tight. His hand is still in his pocket, his cock still semi-hard from their recent encounter. "Look," he says into the phone, his voice a low growl, "I don't owe you anything. You've had your fun, now it's my turn." There's another pause, and then he laughs again, the sound sending a shiver down Kelly's spine. "Oh, and tell your boyfriend not to bother looking for me. I'm not going anywhere." He hangs up, his hand shaking slightly. Michelle's voice, desperate and pleading, echoes through the phone. "Marcus, please," she cries, her voice cracking. "Don't do this. We can work it out, I promise." But he's already turned away, his eyes on Kelly. She watches him, her heart racing as she realizes the depth of his commitment to her. "The last three years," he says, his voice cold and hard, "you've been cheating on me with your little boyfriend, using my money to buy him things, and you refuse me my pleasures. You've had your fun, but now it's over." His gaze flicks to hers, and she feels a surge of pride that she's the one he's chosen over his cheating wife. Michelle's sobs come through the phone, but Marcus remains unmoved. "You've never appreciated what I've given you," he says, his voice growing more distant with every word. "I've provided you with a life of luxury, and this is how you repay me?" He pauses, his eyes flicking to the mansion in the distance. "You've had your fun, but now it's over. I've found someone who knows how to appreciate me, who knows what it means to serve me properly." He takes a deep breath, his gaze returning to Kelly. "Someone who calls me Daddy with pride." Marcus motions for Kelly to come closer, his hand still on the phone. He holds it out to her, his expression a mix of challenge and affection. "Here," he says, "tell her how much you love your Daddy." Her heart races as she takes the phone from him. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she looks into his eyes and sees the love and dominance there, and she knows what he wants. She brings the phone to her ear, her voice trembling slightly. "Mrs. Castellanos," she says, her voice formal despite the intimate situation, "this is Kelly." Michelle's sobs are loud through the speaker, and it's clear she's lost any semblance of dignity. "What have you done to him?" she cries out, her voice desperate. "What kind of whore are you?" Kelly takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the onslaught of emotions. She's never felt so powerful, so in control. She looks up at Marcus, her eyes searching his for guidance. He nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's okay, baby," he whispers. "Tell her." She brings the phone to her ear, her voice shaking with excitement. "Mrs. Castellanos," she says, her tone cool and collected despite the racing of her heart, "this is your replacement speaking. Your husband is no longer yours to command." Michelle's sobs turn to shrieks of anger, her voice piercing through the phone. "You bitch!" she spits out. "You're nothing but a whore!" Kelly's eyes narrow, the insult rolling off her like water off a duck's back. She looks at Marcus, his eyes dark with a mix of amusement and challenge. She knows what he wants, what he needs. She takes a deep breath and puts on her sweetest, most innocent voice. "Mrs. Castellanos," she purrs, "I was just your 20-year-old maid, the one you didn't even notice. But I've satisfied your husband in ways you never could. We've done it in your bed, in the living room, and even in the shower." Marcus's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with approval as she continues. "And now," she says, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "now that he's mine, we're going to do it in every room of this house. We'll fuck in the dining room, with your fancy silverware watching us, and we'll christen your kitchen counter with his cum." She giggles, the sound tinkling like a bell, "You see, I love Daddy, and I know just how to give him great pleasure. Something, apparently, you didn't do." She hands the phone back to Marcus, her heart racing from the thrill of the conversation. His eyes are dark with arousal, his cock now fully hard again. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with pride. He takes the phone, bringing it to his ear. "Michelle," he says, his voice cold and final, "you're done. Don't bother coming back. The house is now mine, and so is your role in it." He listens for a moment, his jaw clenched as she screams obscenities into the phone. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tosses the phone aside, shattering it against the pavement. The sound echoes through the quiet afternoon, a declaration of his newfound freedom. "Let's go," he says, his arm sliding around her waist. "We have a house to christen." 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

08/03/2024  Pleasure and Pain in the House of Solomon . In the dimly lit corner of a crowded, smoke-filled bar, a woman named Lila sat nursing a whiskey, her eyes reflecting the neon lights that danced on the bottles behind the counter. She had the kind of beauty that could make a saint reconsider their vows—sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and hair that fell in dark, silky waves down to her waist. The murmur of the patrons around her was a comforting white noise as she took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling a cloud that mingled with the shadows. Lila's gaze drifted to the mirror behind the bar, and she found herself lost in the depths of her own reflection, her thoughts wandering to the enigmatic invitation she had received earlier that evening. The paper, scented with something ancient and alluring, had simply read: "The House of Solomon awaits." It was a place she had heard whispers of—a place where the unspoken desires of the city's elite were brought to life in a symphony of sin and pleasure. But Lila was no stranger to the underbelly of society; she had danced in its shadows for years, her heart as hard as the heels of her stilettos. Yet, this invitation was different—it promised something she hadn't yet tasted, something that could either save her soul or damn it further. As the whiskey warmed her from the inside out, a man approached, his cologne a heady mix of leather and sandalwood. He slid onto the stool next to her, the fabric of his suit whispering against the vinyl. His eyes were as cold as the steel of a gun, but his smile was as inviting as the promise of a warm bed on a cold night. "You look like you're in need of a little... guidance," he said, his voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down her spine. Without a word, Lila handed him the invitation, watching as his eyes widened slightly before returning to hers. "You've been summoned by the twins," he murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Cherry and Cinnamon Lust. They are notorious for their... unique tastes. But beware, once you enter the House of Solomon, there's no turning back." His gaze was intense, and for a moment, she felt as if he could see through the armor she wore so proudly. But Lila had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and she knew that this was a night she couldn't miss. The man, who introduced himself as Silas, was her guide through the grimy streets to a mansion that seemed to rise out of the shadows like a gothic castle. The air was thick with anticipation, and Lila could feel the throb of music beckoning from within. As they approached the massive iron gates, they swung open, revealing a world that seemed to exist outside of time, a place where the lines between reality and fantasy blurred. The house was a labyrinth of velvet-covered walls, candlelit corridors, and the faint scent of incense that clung to the air like a seductive lover's perfume. Inside, she was led to a chamber that was more opulent than any she had ever seen. The walls were lined with tapestries depicting scenes of passion and power, the floor a mosaic of dark stone that was cold against her bare feet. In the center of the room, a large four-poster bed stood, its red silk sheets an inviting sea of desire. It was there she met the twins, Cherry and Cinnamon, identical in every way except for the stark contrast of their hair—one raven black, the other fiery red. They were the kind of beautiful that could make a person drop to their knees in awe, and Lila felt a thrill of something primal stir within her as they approached. The twins looked her over, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and hunger. "You've been chosen," Cherry purred, her voice a sweet caress that sent a shiver down Lila's spine. "For a night that will change everything." The air grew thick with tension as the three of them circled the bed, each step a silent challenge. Lila knew what was expected of her, and she was ready to play her part in this twisted dance. "Strip," Cinnamon ordered, her voice as sharp as a whip crack. Lila complied, peeling away her clothes with deliberate slowness, watching the twins' expressions as they took in her bare flesh. Their eyes raked over her like a physical touch, leaving trails of heat in their wake. Once she was naked, Cherry moved closer, her hands deftly binding Lila's wrists with a velvet ribbon that looked innocent but felt as unyielding as iron. She was then guided to the center of the room, the cold stone pressing against her as she was bent over a padded bench. The twins flanked her, their breaths hot against her skin, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingled with fear. They began their exploration, their hands gliding over her body in a predatory display of ownership. Each touch was a question, each caress a demand for more. The anticipation was exquisite, the ache between her legs growing with every passing second. And then the games began. The twins took turns teasing and tormenting her, their lips and teeth leaving a trail of sensation that was both painful and pleasurable. Lila's breath grew ragged as they pushed her to the brink, her body trembling with need. Solomon himself appeared then, a tall figure dressed in shadows and the scent of power. His eyes were like pools of midnight, and his smile promised dark delights. He surveyed the scene with a lordly gaze, his presence a palpable force that made the air hum with energy. With a flick of his wrist, the twins fell silent, their movements becoming more urgent as they worked to satisfy Lila's desires. The bondage grew tighter, the kisses more bruising, and the touches more insistent. Lila's world narrowed to the feel of their bodies against hers, the heat of their breath, and the sound of their mingled gasps. The room was a blur of sensation, a whirlwind of desire that threatened to consume her. Solomon's hand was the final touch, a brand that seared her soul as he claimed her. The threesome moved in perfect harmony, a ballet of lust that left her gasping for air. As the night unfolded, Lila realized that she had indeed entered a realm where nothing was off-limits, a place where the line between pleasure and pain was as thin as a razor's edge. The House of Solomon had become her sanctuary, a place where she could finally indulge in the darkest corners of her desires. The twins and Solomon wove a tapestry of passion around her, each thread a different shade of ecstasy. Lila lost herself in the rhythm of their bodies, the symphony of their moans, and the thrill of the unknown. The climax was a crescendo that shook the very foundations of the house, leaving her trembling and breathless. As she lay there, bound and sated, she knew she had found a home in this den of iniquity. The invitation had been a door to a new world, and she had stepped through it willingly, ready to embrace the darkness within. But as she gazed up at the trio looming over her, she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the House of Solomon held, and what price she would have to pay for her newfound freedom. Solomon's hand slid down her spine, sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. He whispered in her ear, "You've only just begun to experience the true power of the Lesser Key." Lila felt a thrill of excitement at his words, eager to explore the depths of this erotic playground. Her thoughts were interrupted as Cinnamon and Cherry positioned themselves around her, their hands and mouths continuing to work in tandem, pushing her towards another peak of pleasure. The room grew hazy with the scent of lust and candle wax, the only sound the symphony of their bodies colliding. As Lila moaned, Solomon's hand slid to her throat, his grip firm but not punishing. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "You belong to us now." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration that only served to heighten her arousal. The twins took turns whispering dark secrets in her ears, their voices a siren's song that drew her deeper into their web. As the night progressed, the boundaries of reality blurred. She was no longer Lila the jaded seductress but a vessel for their desires. They introduced her to new sensations, each more intense than the last, and she greeted each one with an open mind and a desperate need for more. The three of them moved in a dance as old as time, a dance of dominance and submission, of pleasure and pain. Each touch, each bite, each thrust brought her closer to the edge, and she reveled in the feeling of being owned, of being a part of something so primal and powerful. The climax that followed was like nothing she had ever experienced, a white-hot explosion that seemed to go on forever. As she lay there, panting and bound, she felt a strange sense of belonging, as if she had found her true purpose in the arms of these enigmatic beings. The twins and Solomon watched her, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They had claimed her, marked her as theirs in a way that no one else ever had. And as the dawn approached, Lila knew that she would return to this place, to these people, time and time again, to dance the dance of the damned and revel in the sweet embrace of the House of Solomon. 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

05/05/2024  The Summer Solstice The summer solstice (aka Midsummer or Litha) is the polar opposite of the winter solstice. This is the day when the summer is at the peak of its powers-daylight is the longest, while nighttime is the shortest. At the summer solstice, we pay homage to the sun, the source of all life, and the God that it represents. Show your reverence by offering a gift of flowers or plants, symbolizing the beauty and vitality that the sun brings to our world. The summer solstice is a time when Wiccans embrace a more exuberant spirit. While we honor and respect the sun, there's no reason not to celebrate with a touch of joyful revelry! The summer solstice, a date that varies each year, typically falls around June 20th. This variation adds to the mystique and anticipation of the holiday, allowing us to adapt our celebrations to the changing rhythms of nature. 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

04/08/2024  Baltane Falling on April 30th or May 1st, Beltane (May Day) is another occasion to surround yourself with beautiful flowers and other plants. However, this is a holiday that is also explicitly associated with fertility. But before you go out and buy a bassinet, keep in mind that fertility can be about more than just childbirth. This is the time of year when the ground is most fertile, and many crops are planted on or around Beltane. Even if you don't have much of a green thumb yourself, it's the perfect holiday to honor the earth and the life-giving bounty that she is about to provide for us 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

03/30/2024  pagan origins of easter Easter is one of the most celebrated holidays in the Christian world, but did you know that its origins can be traced back to pagan times? In this blog post, we will explore the pagan roots of Easter and how modern-day pagans can celebrate this holiday. Pagan Origins of Easter The name Easter is believed to have come from the Old English word Ä’astre, which was the name of a pagan goddess of spring and fertility. Ä’astre was often associated with hares and eggs, which are now common symbols of Easter. The tradition of decorating eggs for Easter can be traced back to pagan times, where eggs were a symbol of fertility and new life. The date of Easter is also closely tied to pagan celebrations. In the northern hemisphere, Easter falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the vernal equinox, which is around March 20th. This date was chosen by the early Christian church to coincide with the pagan festival of Ostara, which celebrated the arrival of spring and new beginnings. Another pagan tradition that influenced Easter is the ancient Sumerian goddess Inanna, who was also associated with fertility and rebirth. Inanna was believed to have descended into the underworld and risen again, which is similar to the Christian belief in the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Pagan Easter Celebrations For modern-day pagans, Easter is a time to celebrate the arrival of spring and new beginnings. Here are some ways that pagans can celebrate Easter: Ostara Rituals One way to celebrate Easter as a pagan is to hold an Ostara ritual. This can be done alone or with a group of fellow pagans. The ritual can include lighting candles, making offerings to the goddess Ä’astre, and planting seeds to represent new beginnings. Egg Decorating Another pagan tradition that can be incorporated into Easter celebrations is egg decorating. Pagans can use natural dyes made from plants such as beetroot or spinach to decorate eggs, or they can use symbols and colors that represent their beliefs. Spring Cleaning Spring cleaning is another way to celebrate Easter as a pagan. This can involve cleaning and decluttering the home to create a fresh start for the new season. Pagans can also use this time to cleanse their mind and body through meditation or other spiritual practices. Nature Walks Easter is a great time to get outside and connect with nature. Pagans can take a nature walk and observe the signs of spring, such as blooming flowers and chirping birds. This can be a time to reflect on the cycles of life and the power of new beginnings. Feasting Food is an important part of many pagan celebrations, and Easter is no exception. Pagans can prepare a feast of spring vegetables, fruits, and other foods that represent new life. This can be a time to share food and drink with friends and family and give thanks for the abundance of the earth. In Conclusion Easter may have Christian roots, but it is also a holiday that has deep pagan origins. For pagans, Easter is a time to celebrate the arrival of spring and new beginnings. Whether it's through rituals, egg decorating, or nature walks, there are many ways to honor the pagan traditions of Easter. By embracing these ancient practices, pagans can connect with the cycles of nature and find renewed hope and inspiration for the year ahead. 04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/27/2024  Erotic Thesaurus Appetite - craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal,  Arouse - agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up, Assault - attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound, Beautiful -   admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting, Brutal - atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild, Burly - able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed Carnal - animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean,    Dangerous - alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous, Dark - atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched, Delicious - enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty,  Ecstasy - delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled,  Ecstatic - delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild, Erotic - amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing,  Gasp - catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded,  Heated - ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous,  Hunger - appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst,  Hungry - avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting,  Intense - forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous,  Liquid - damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping, Lithe - agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry Moving - (exciting,) affecting, affective, arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling,  Need - compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen,  Pain - ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart,  Painful - aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded,  Perverted - aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile,  Pleasur- able - charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent,  Pleasure - bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven,  Rapacious- avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering,  Rapture - bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy,  Rigid - adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering, Sudden - abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning,  Thrust - (forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel, (push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick,   Thunder-struck - amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback,  Torment - agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe,  Touch - (physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap (mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize, Wet - bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water, Wicked - abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched,  Writhe - agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank,  05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/27/2024  Phrases for in and out of The Bedroom Absorbed the feel of him Aching tension between them built Acute surge of desire Admired the full length of his powerful physique Aflame with Agile fingers fondled All thoughts became superfluous but one All-over kiss of two bodies Allowing his erection to cushion against Already plumb and swollen An opiate, she had no wish to kick An unfurling of Anticipation so keen Apex of her legs Arched her back to better accept him Ardent loving Attraction that became much more Attractive dishabille Beautiful landscape of plains, tight abs and Beckoned him like a siren�s song Beguiling her with his Between her thighs Blood humming in her veins Blown apart by heat Body surged into hers Bold caress of his tongue Boneless limbs Brain wouldn�t focus Brazen hands Breached her every defense Breathless urgency Breathtakingly aware Brutal strength of his passion Building of a gripping sensation Bunched her skirt up her thighs Burgeoning frenzy Buried in her sweet heat Burn, tremble and yearn Catalogued every curve and dip Caused women to hyperventilate Charge of excitement Chuckled at her goose bumps Circled his hard length with her hands Circled his neck with her arms Clad only in panties Clever hands Climax came at her in drugging waves Closed about her breasts Clutched fistfuls of his shirt Coaxing her to abandon Collapsed, spent Come hither grin Complied without thought Consuming climax Convulsed with her orgasm Crumbling barrier of resistance Cry of release Cupped her soft blond mons Cupped him in her hands Cupped his face between her hands Curve of her collarbone Damp quivery thighs Dazed and mellowed Deep dips and curves in all the right places Deep primitive tug that signaled Deep sense of completion Deliberately stretching her Delicate inner face of her thigh Delighted with her excited anticipation Devastating her control Dragged his mouth from hers Drank freely of him Draped her arms Drew her into the maelstrom Driving force of his kiss Driving hips Eager to sample Engulfing emotion Entered her slowly Enthralled her with his touch Enticing image of her beneath the   Essential speed Euphoric aftermath Evocative stroll to the bed Excellent molecular structure Explored the texture of his Eyes narrowed to half mast Eyes slid shut in ecstasy Familiar hot longing squeezed his Fascinated with the soft roundness of Feathery strokes of her tongue Feel of him next to her Feminine portal Fervor of her response Fevered skin Fierce flare of yearning Filling her Final surrender Fingers tangled in the curls at her Firm curves and slender limbs Firm male lips that knew what they were about Flawless skin Flexing muscles in his back and legs Flicked open the buttons one by one Flooded her Fly apart Focused on the sensation Focused totally on her For his private deletion French cut panties and lacy bra cupped Frenzied race to fulfillment Full lips softened under his Fused his flesh with hers Gentle persuasion of his kisses Going up in smoke Grasped her knees and eased them apart Gravelly words uttered against her flesh Greedy mouth took bold possession Handsome, hypnotic, and powerful Hard little kernel of tormented flesh Hauled in a breath and tensed Head of his staff nudged Head twisting frantically as he Heart-shaped ass begged a squeeze Heart-stopping tenderness Heat and power radiated Her body closed tightly around him His erection bumped against His hard thighs crowned her hips Hormones percolated Hot flavor of desire Hot/warm honey Hunk of sexy brawn Husky voice whispered want and need Ignited a hunger Introduction of delights It was damn potent Joined her in the void of Joined their heated flesh Keening sound as she threw back her head Kiss held  promise of fulfillment Kiss spoke of things left unsaid Kissed the back of her knees Kissed the slender column of her throat Kneaded her bosom Knees clamped his naked hips Lean muscles of his belly Legs entangled with his Lethargy of spent passion Licking her Lips fused and held Lips grazed the ripe buds Long, liquid kiss that rushed lust through her Long, slow ride of delight Loomed over her Lost her senses Loved this swarthy virile man Loving attack on Low slung jeans hugged his Low sultry, incoherent mews Luscious vessel Made him more rigid and engorged Made mincemeat of her will Mapped her body with his Matched his rhythm Molded intimately against Molding her to him Molten waves of pleasure Narcotic power of his voice and eyes Naughty smile that had him imagining Nearly maddened Nearly melted in his Armani loafers Need that defied reason Nerves stretched taut Nibbled her ears Nipples pebbled Only he could appease Onslaught of raw physical desire Passionate tide overtook Past her own will Peeled off her tight blue jeans Penetrated her Perceived her every desire Pert nipple beckoned Picked up his rhythm Plea in her eyes Pleasure licked at Plucked kisses from Poised at her entrance Potency of his presence Preparing her for him Pressed her back and took his fill Pressed two fingers into the silken curls Pressing her against his arousal Primitive maleness Probing in a slow repetitive rhythm Prolonged the pleasure Purring beneath his touch Quiet sensuality brewed in Quivery awareness shot Radiated each others heat Ragged breathing Rained kisses across her silky shoulder Rapid, shallow breaths Reason tumbled into oblivion Reckless savage lust unlike anything he�d Reeled in wicked delight Relentlessly moved her hips against his Restraint that drove her to distraction Riding rhythm Ripples of pleasure Rose over her Saucy grin invited his touch Savored her Scent rising to torment Sea of pleasure Searing need Seeking all her secrets Sexy little mole on her Sexy, tight man buns Shackled his raging lust Shaft reared hot and hard against her Sharp spasm of need Shattering climax She was tight Shocking, possessive gaze climbed Shock waves of pleasure sizzled Shuddering with desire Silken length of her thigh Sinewy arms holding her captive Sinuous, leonine strength Slick heat Slid another finger inside. Sliding thrust Sliding upwards against him Smelled of Jasmine and sex Smoldering eyes drew him in Sneaked into her heart Soared high Soft cheeks of her bottom filled Soft coziness of passion�s aftermath Spasms of pure unadulterated Spilled his seed within Splintered into Startled by his intimate kiss Stirring of primal needs Stoking a fire Stretching her softness Stripped away her restraint Stroking fingers matched that of his tongue Sucking them into his mouth Surge of his possession Swiftly dealt with her clothes Swirling hotly Taking him to the hilt Tampering with her sanity Tangy taste and male scent Tasted of heat and honey 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

03/05/2023  Naughty Survey 1. when did they lose their virginity? fourteen.  2. do they have any kinks or fetishes? 3. what is the weirdest place they’ve had sex? 4. what is their favorite position?   5. are they dominant, submissive, or switch? 6. have they had any one-night stands? 7. would they be more likely to do it in the bed, on the couch, on the floor, or somewhere else? 8. have they had sex in a public place? 9. have they ever been caught masturbating? o 10. what does their favorite sexy underwear (to wear) look like? 11. how often do they have sex? 12. is there anybody right now they’d like to have sex with? 13. do they like giving oral? 14. do they like receiving oral? 15. what is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to them during sex? 16. what is a song they’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex? & 17. what is a song they’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex? 18. are they into roleplay or dress-up during sex? 19. would they prefer sex in the tub or sex in the shower? 20. if they could have sex with anyone, living or dead, who would it be? 21. have they ever had a threesome? if not, would they? 22. do they/would they use sex toys? 23. have they ever given someone a dirty text/letter/picture? 24. would they have sex with their best friend?   25. is there anything they do after sex? 26. what is something that will never fail to get them horny? 27. do they prefer morning sex or night sex? 28. what is their favourite body part on the opposite sex? 29. what is their favourite body part on the same sex? 30. do they watch porn/read dirty magazines? 08: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

02/14/2023  Happy Lupercalia! This year, I’ve really kind of felt a pull away from Valentine’s Day and a draw to study Lupercalia.  Given that I have a lot of Sicilian ancestry, it only seems appropriate.  “Lupercalia was a very ancient, possibly pre-Roman pastoral festival, observed on February 13 through 15 to avert evil spirits and purify the city, releasing health and fertility. Lupercalia subsumed Februa, an earlier-origin spring cleansing ritual held on the same date, which gives the month of February (Februarius) its name. The name Lupercalia was believed in antiquity to evince some connection with the Ancient Greek festival of the Arcadian Lykaia and the worship of Lycaean Pan, assumed to be a Greek equivalent to Faunus, as instituted by Evander. In Roman mythology, Lupercus is a god sometimes identified with the Roman god Faunus, who is the Roman equivalent of the Greek god Pan.  Lupercus is the god of shepherds. His festival, celebrated on the anniversary of the founding of his temple on February 15, was called the Lupercalia. His priests wore goatskins. The historian Justin mentions an image of “the Lycaean god, whom the Greeks call Pan and the Romans Lupercus,” nude save for the girdle of goatskin, which stood in the Lupercal, the cave where Romulus and Remus were suckled by a she-wolf. There, on the Ides of February (in February the ides is the 13th), a goat and a dog were sacrificed, and salt mealcakes prepared by the Vestal Virgins were burnt.” [1] “The Wolf With the Red Roses” by ~HeartRaped The sacrifice of goats and dogs may be troubling for some (myself included) and may result in a knock on the door from your local police department and/or the ASPCA.  I would like to believe that as our consciousness has grown and evolved, so has that of the gods’.  I ran across a great piece entitled “Lupercalia – Adapting an Ancient Roman Festival for Modern Times“.  In it, it gives some great alternatives to blood sacrifice and making it more symbolic, yet keeping the Spirit alive.  Since the wolf is one of my favorite animals and is in one way or another a totem or guide for me, I really love and embrace the idea of doing something to help the wolf – whether donating money to a charitable organization that speaks up and tries to save the wolves and/or education and raising awareness about preserving the species.  CLICK HERE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP THE WOLVES. As for personal workings, this really resonated with me: “Amulius deprived his nephews of their parents. The Gods stepped in and gave them wolf parents. Another aspect that could be reflected upon is the way in which the Gods provide alternatives when we suffer losses in our lives. Thanks might be offered to the benevolence of Providence, especially if those taking part have had just such experiences of the kindness of strangers.” Also, from Patricia Telesco’s book, 365 Goddess:A Daily Guide to the Magic and Inspiration of the Goddess, she states in her February 14th entry on Venus and Lupercalia: “During Lupercalia, an ancient predecessor of Valentine’s Day, single girls put their names in a box and unmarried men drew lots to see with whom they would be paired off for the coming year. To be more modern-minded, try pinning five bay leaves to your pillow instead to dream of future loves. If you’re married or otherwise involved, steep the bay leaves in water and drink the resulting tea to strengthen the love in your relationship. To encourage balance in a relationship, bind together Venus’s symbols, a pine cone and a flower, and put them somewhere in your home. Or, to spice up a passionate moment, feed fresh berries to each other and drink a berry beverage from one cup (symbolizing united goals and destinies). In Roman tradition, anywhere there’s a large stone adjacent to a tall tree, Venus is also there. Should you know of such a place, go there today and commune with Her warm, lusty energy.” Of course, there is the whole fertility aspect of this holiday as well.  So, in the Spirit of the holiday, indulge in some strawberries, some chocolate, and other Foods of Love.  Have a glass or two of red wine and embrace Love; which includes loving yourself!  Have fun, keep it safe and get kinky wit’ it! https://journeyingtothegoddess.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/happy-lupercalia/ 02: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/20/2022  The Art of Sucking Cock featuring Madison Ivory White walls greet the viewer as the camera zooms out from the room and then focuses on a figure of a golden haired woman in the center. Sitting alone in a plush white leather chair, legs crossed revealing a pair of black high heels, Madison Ivory smiled into the camera as the lens focused up. The Hollywood actress turned porn star, serving for the House of Solomon smiled as she wore nothing more than a white bustier. It pushed up her all natural double DD breasts with heavy cleavage. Her golden hair properly fixed up, blue eyes gazing back at the viewer and lush ruby red lips ready for service. Her voluptuous body, sought after by millions of men across the world from her film career was not the focus of this filming. She gazed back into the lens of the POV camera, licking her lips before greeting the viewer in her deep New York accent.  "I'm Madison Ivory... and I'm gonna suck a big cock today."  Smiling fully, she blushed while flashing her teeth. There would no need for alternate takes, as she uncrossed her legs and caressed them with her hands. Madison continued to gaze back into the camera, speaking once more. "Today I'm going to teach you about the art of sucking cock. I'm not ashamed to confess a favorite past time of mine with the right man." Speaking in a low, seductive tone, she stood up and placed her hands onto her hips. The camera zoomed out as the man stepped back. In full focus, the viewer witnessed Madison Ivory standing proud in her white one-piece bustier outfit. Thighs visible with the outfits cutoff, she stood so proud before moving her hands away.  Madison may have been the star of this show, but it was the man standing behind the camera who was truly in for a treat. A male performer with Erotic Fire INC had been selected solely for his skills with managing a POV camera and the size of his cock. He was already shirtless, keeping the camera focused on Madison as she fell down to her knees and smirked.  Another camera was set up from the right side of the room, prepared to capture a second angle that would shift back and forth from the POV lens of the man in charge. All focus was on Madison now as she crawled onto her knees, not once breaking eye contact as she was facing an impressive bulge in the front of her. The man wore nothing but a pair of blue leisure shorts.  With a smirk on her face, Madison wanted to tease this man. Soon she would send him into a level of heavenly pleasure, but first there was the act of foreplay that went along with this. Smirking up at him, she pushed her left hand over the bulge and gripped it. Dropping her lower lip, she quirked her eyebrows up. Quietly gesturing that she was impressed with his size simply from the bulge. She gave it a light squeeze before letting go.  "You've got something for me in there, don't you, dear?"  Words spoken so seductively, leaving no point for the man to respond. Madison used her hands to pull at his shorts, dropping them down to his ankles to release his hardening cock from it's clothed prison. Quirking her eyebrows again, she made a light gasp. Her eyes studying the texture of his man meat that would soon be treat to indulge in. Her big blue eyes gazed back up at him, making eye contact as she smiled. The man simply stepped out of his shorts as Madison wrapped her slender fingers around his cock with her left hand.  While decent in size at semi-hardness, it was not prepared yet for her loving mouth. Madison was careful as she stroked that cock back and forth at a slow pace. Breaking eye contact, she once again studied the texture and size of what was a proper hard rod fit for adult entertainment films. As her eyes gazed at the head, she had to fight the urge to part her lips and lick the head. A tingling sensation was already occurring down between her thighs, but she knew better than to take her outfit off and pleasure herself.  Raising her right hand, Madison decided to use both hands to stroke his cock. He was almost ready, but she wanted to go that extra distance in showing a mighty cock the admiration it truly deserved. With both hands, she let go and then used her fingertips to gently caress the sides of it while raising the head to her lips.  At long last it was time. Her big blue eyes focusing above to look the man in the face as she parted her lips and slid his long cock into her mouth. Madison knew to go slow at first, sucking on the head and then briefly pulling her lips away. This made a popping noise, the first of many to come. She broke eye contact and gazed back at that long cock, pushing her lips to the head and giving it a loud, loving kiss. Some cocks deserved more than a level of admiration from the lips and tongue.  Worship was the next level up and Madison had all intentions of worshipping such a stunning cock. Sliding it back into her mouth, she closed her eyes while beginning to bob her head up and down slowly. Her left hand was down at the base, gripping it while her free hand was used to caress up his right leg. 'Mmmmmmm', she made a muffled moan barely audible due to having a mouth full of cock.  Working in rhythm now, Madison slowly bobbed her head up and down. Sucking inch after inch of this swollen member, she went slow, so he could enjoy her everlasting worship. Pulling her lips back to the head, her eyes gazed up at him as she released his cock with another popping noise.  Saliva strings dangled from her open mouth back to that shiny, soaked shaft. They broke off when Madison spit on it. Using her left hand, she properly lubed it with her spit. Her hand glided faster and easier due to it's slick wetness. Gazing back up at his face, she parted her lips and held that cock directly beneath her mouth. Madison twirled her tongue around the head. She then tightened the grip from her left hand.... Smack. Smack. Smack. That was the sound audible when she began hitting the head of that cock against her tongue. Her efforts were rewarded with the sound of his voice moaning. That was how she knew that he was satisfied with her teasing.  Going back down on it, it was time to pick up the pace and show that cock oral loving with faster speed. Madison shoved her hand down to the base like before as she worked her lips up and down, devouring that cock once more. Again and again, she sucked it before pushing down far enough that her lips met with her index finger. The time had come to remove her hand and proceed with another phase in this act.  Deepthroating. That was what this was called. Madison closed her eyes and slowly, but surely she shoved the head of that cock to the back of her throat. Her lips buried in a bush of his pubic hair, as she demonstrated a proper level of gag reflexes to fit an experienced cocksucker like herself.  The man moaned loudly as Madison braced herself, holding the position for several seconds. She always liked to count to 10 in the back of her head when she was deepthroating an entire length. Slowly, she began to pull her lips back and release his veiny shaft with an audible 'ahhhhh'.  A flood of saliva dripped from her lower lip, streaming down her neck. Madison didn't care, as she gazed back at the cock, shiny and coated with her saliva dripping from it. The man exhaled deeply as he began to step backwards and quietly instructed Madison for the next position.  Moving her hands to push her palms down into the carpet floor below, Madison gazed up, refusing to break eye contact as she situated herself on all fours now and took a few steps to crawl towards him. Eye contact was crucial when it came to a proper blowjob. This was something she knew all too well, but for now, it was his turn to have his way with her.  The alternate camera was now the focus of attention on her, for the man had turned off his POV camera and handed it off to an assistant who quietly stepped behind him. Madison swallowed her breath, knowing within seconds she would have a mouth full of cock once more in the act of getting mouthfucked.  An opportunity was open for her to say something. A bit of dirty talk? Pointless, in her mind. Oh, how easy it would've been to taunt this man and push his buttons. Madison thought of what she could tell him. "Wanna stick your big cock back in my mouth, dear? Want me to suck it right off? Mmmmmmm, I'm gonna swallow you whole." If only she was a demon, she could tell him that she could suck the soul right out of his cock.  What she could've said didn't matter now as the man planted his hands onto the sides of her head and began to thrust his cock back into her mouth. Madison enveloped her lips around the head and closed her eyes. He began to buck his hips forward, driving inch after inch of that cock into her mouth.  A muffled moan was audible as Madison gave a slight gag. Hearing that, he slowed down and she opened her eyes. Gazing up at his face once again with her mouth stuffed with that long thick cock. He went slow, thrusting into her mouth.  'Mmmmmmm, mmmm, mmmmmmmm', Madison's muffled moans were audible amidst the breathing and moaning sounds. He went slow, but eventually picked up a pace with thrusting that fat cock in and out of her loving mouth. She sucked it inch after inch. Getting mouthfucked was one of the greatest pleasures that came in the act of sucking dick. Madison reveled in her role as a glamourous cock sucker.  Feeling his fingers tighten around her golden locks of hair, she closed her eyes and braced herself. Handling that cock as it pulsated between her lips, thrust after thrust. As she opened her eyes and he slowed down, Madison was now ready to give the one part she had neglected all this time.  Her right hand cupped his hanging ball sack. Softly squeezing it, she massaged it as he pulled his cock back to her lips and playfully ran his fingers through her blonde hair. He played with her hair, moving it out from her face, as that was always the one hard part about sucking dick when your hair wasn't in a pony tail. Madison knew that annoyance all too well.  When she let go of his balls, her eyes gazed back up at his face and it was time for another round of mouthfucking. His hands met at the back of her head, gripping her hair as he bucked his hips and drove that cock back into her mouth.  "Gwak, Gwak, Gwak, Gwak..." Those were the muffled sounds Madison's mouth produced from the strength and thrusts of that cock pumping into her mouth. She closed her eyes, loving every lasting second of this as he fucked her mouth properly. There was a sense of honor that came with getting mouthfucked by a cock that was worthy of worship. Madison loved this, reveling in her act  as she sucked it again and again. Her only regret was that she couldn't undo the bustier top, get her breasts out and shove it between them, but perhaps that would make for another video.  Only when he began to slow down from fucking her mouth, that was when Madison knew they were headed towards the final phase of this session. The man made one last thrust, shoving his cock to the back of her throat. She finally gagged, choking on it as her eyes watered up slightly, but not enough to smear her eyeliner or ruin her makeup.  The man stepped back, pulling his cock from her mouth with saliva strings dangling back to Madison's open lips. The strings broke when he gripped his shaft. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, licking her lips. It was apparent what was to come next, as she had worked hard for what would be a sticky reward. That was always the final joy when it came to sucking dick.  "Cum all over me. Mmmm, wanna cum all over my pretty face?" With a wink, Madison looked in his eyes. She gritted her teeth, pushing her lips out to give him an expression of her lustful hunger. Again, she spoke naughty words in her low, seductive voice. "I'm gonna take that hot load all over me... Cum all over me. Cum all over my face..."  His hand wanked back and forth, as his face scrunched up, teeth barred. Madison knew she only had seconds to wait before her face would be plastered in his seed. But she wasn't done begging for it. "Give me that cum." Her final words in a whisper. Face raised up, gazing at his cock. Madison closed her eyes as he began to scream and then she felt the sudden burst of that first wad of cum splattering onto her pale skin. It struck her forehead with such force, droplets went into her hair. A string of his warm sticky seed came after, striking over her left eyebrow and down her cheek.  Blinking her eyes, Madison opened them without flinching as she felt more strings of cum plastering her forehead and getting into her hair. The final strong burst was a thick string that went up the left side of her noise, trickling down her upper lip. She opened her mouth so he could push his cock back between her lips and then it was her duty to milk him of the final last drops.  Hearing those moans of pleasure and with such a heavy load of cum, that was enough to tell Madison she did her job well with sucking him off. She pulled the cock from her mouth with a popping noise as the cameras moved to focus on the 'money shot' of her face sticky, drenched and dripping in cum.  Sitting there with the cum dripping from her face, Madison parted her lips to show the puddle of that sticky white seed within her mouth. She closed her lips and audibly swallowed down the cum that wasn't splattered across her face. For the final shot, she smiled at the camera, knowing that various still images were being taken. The camera zoomed out, lights fading to darkness to end the film. 10: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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