Night Treats

Look at me... Look into my eyes, and see how they overflow with lust. If only you'd see yourself through them, never again you'd lower your head or frown your nose when you looked in a mirror... You're fire, and you've made me a pyromaniac. Now taste my lips. Kiss them and feel how they taste of passion. Know that no one else can feel it, simply because it's you... Keep that in mind, and never judge yourself for enjoying a treat after hours. You're a drug, and you've made me addicted. Touch me... Feel the goosebumps on my skin when you do it, and the electric spark when your body gets close to mine. Be aware of that, and never hold back again when I'm near... You're forbidden fruit, and you've made me a sinner. Smell me. And let me smell you. No perfumes or bullshit, I want your raw smell, that odor that takes me to a better place when I lose myself in your hair while you lie your head on my bare chest. You're poison, and you...

    She was an exotic mix, as if Europe and the Middle-East had the perfect daughter. Light dark skin, big eyes, of drilling expression. I could even know she was smiling even without seeing her mouth. Her hair settled on her shoulders, and it was dark, with lighter tips. But to be able to see her actual smiling was something else... When she'd do it, she'd show her almost sparkling teeth, with prominent canines, like a predator. But barely did she know that on that night she would be the prey, and I, the predator...    She worked on a bar I started going to a couple of months ago. The first time happened when a bunch of people from work got together after a tiring after hours meeting. I saw her first when she came to bring us our drinks. I had asked for a tonic white Port, and as soon as she placed the glass on the table, I looked her way to thank her and was baffled by her dream-like figure. Unintentionally, we locked our gaze, but I suppose it was too much, sin...

“Come on baby, we’re gonna be late…” – I said, trying to rush her while she finished up her make-up. “Why put up so much if we’re just going to a spa?”. “You know nothing… Always look your best wherever you go!” Sarah replied. I rolled my eyes, and I was lucky she didn’t see me or else I wouldn’t hear the end of it. A year had passed since we started dating, and a lot had happened. Living together for 4 months, we had our ups and downs, like any other couple. But the fire was still there… I love how she looked at me with those big brown lustful eyes as soon as I came through the door. She knew I just couldn’t resist. Or that time she was waiting for me on the bed, naked, with strawberries on her body, just for me. I could talk about our adventures for ages. But that day was special. As a gift for our “anniversary”, I got her (or the both of us) a couple’s massage at a recommended spa in town. As we walked out the door, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. Braided hair, an...

Holiday season can be very joyful but also stressful. Lots of dinners to cram into a couple of days. Spending yet another couple of hours with your boss, who is super drunk and thinks that’s an excuse to hit on all the women at the party. Or those friends you only see once a year, if lucky… I mean, it’s great to relive some of those great memories, but there’s always the one who didn’t grow up at all, and still makes fart jokes at the table. When the time came for the one dinner I actually look forward to, the one with my close friends, I decided I’d do something different.  I’ve been married to my beautiful wife Julia for 7 years now. Two great kids, a 5-year old boy and a 2-year old princess. As you can imagine, we’ve got our handful with our jobs and the two little rugrats. Not much time for just the two of us. And I really miss that. I can’t remember the last time we had real, passionate, sex. Sometimes we get the chance for a quickie before sleep, every two months or ...

Mondays. Fucking Mondays. Woke up at 6.30 am after being up until almost 3 mindlessly watching some comedy show. Who's laughing now? Routines really slap you harder on Monday mornings... Same cereals for breakfast, same cologne, different suit but same look and feel. Walked 10 mins to the subway, waited 10 minutes more. What a wonderful start of day! I made my way through the crowd going in, able to find my way to the opposite door. It was only the second station but already getting quickly packed. I took my phone off and started playing those stupid little games everyone else plays. We stopped at the next station. Some people got off, but many more got in. I looked up and suddenly saw someone trying to squeeze through. My eyes widened at the sight of her. She was the most sexy thing I've ever seen on any public transportation. Auburn hair, mild skin, light wavy dress. Must be one of those girls working in fashion, as she seemed she'd gotten straight out of a magazine. ...

It was the day before my wife's birthday, and the chosen gift was a very sexy lingerie ensemble, thought to provoke something deep inside her. I went in the only specialty shop in the area. It's a small boutique, not much foot traffic. I was a bit nervous, having never done it before. I think the cashier, a young brunette, wearing a wide smile and tight clothes, could tell how inexperienced I was in this, since she immediately came over, offering to help. I explained the whole gift idea, that it was a first time, and noticed that I couldn't be the first story like this she had heard. She asked what my wife's body type is, and without thinking I just replied "like yours, I guess", while sweeping her top to bottom with my eyes, without even realizing. None of this seemed to took her back, with her smile always wide and friendly. Then, she asked my price range, to which I replied that it wasn't an issue. She guided me to a sampler, from where she took two ...