Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 01:06:21 -0700
From: tt hh <97319137a@gmail.com>
Subject: The Thrill Of New Kink

The Thrill Of New Kink

by Eroticlit


There are many ways to explain what I was thinking afterwards, everything
from bliss to insanity. All over my skin she had left me reminders of her
passion, her wonderfully debonair approach to masochism had been something
of mystery and suggestion until now. She gave me glimpses into her dark
mind, preview in comments and messages about the little girl inside that
went to bed every night praying that her lord would grant her horns instead
of wings.

Beauty to her was second nature. She could make an old man lose his thought
with just a glint from her dark eyes. Soft skin and a smile that makes
girls jealous and boys envious, Olive and sinister with a glow I couldn't
figure out, now in retrospect it was the heat of her secrets begging to be
let free. I had never thought that her beauty would ever find my eye, she
had always been there the way that a song from your youth sits in the back
of your mind. You know the lyrics and artist but have never listened to the
words, explored the dark poetry that could tear your heart apart.

She literally was the girl next door, for years another man called her his
own, but I never saw this fire in her until now. Either I wasn't looking
hard enough or at the proper angle to see it, or she grew into this woman
that would eventually tear my heart apart night after night organically.
She was the girl in our circle that you could depend on for a laugh and a
kind ear. Ragged on the edges, smiling after a youth that would bring you
to your knees. Darkness was a part of her from what I saw, but I only saw
how she was going about hiding that darkness, not using it as camp fuel.

Looking back to a time where we were acquaintances that followed the
formality of friendship, we had never spent hours messaging each other
about all the kinks and misdeeds that have been fueled by pure passion with
other lovers. Acts of voyeurism and debauchery that were swapped like the
trading cards of children. We never came together on a cold afternoon with
nerves and anticipation turning us into bumbling romantics preparing for an
event that would prove the baseline for where we could go. I had never
kissed her, tasting her lips, feeling her teeth biting my lip. I would have
never thought to pull her tight to me with my knee between her legs as we
found our rhythm with our lips. She would have never put a hand on my
throat, pointed nails making my flesh white with pressure. She would have
never leaned into my hand as I slapped her ass, would have never said
'again' hoarsely in my ear.

Years had past, I had all but forgotten this beautiful girl with coal black
hair and a smile that reminds you of better days and warmer nights. Her
smile could have it's own wing at the Louvre. How our paths crossed is a
flurry of happenstance, we had been so close to each other for a long time
but didn't even know we were near. Our separate paths had taken us to new
places and it was in this unfamiliar place that we simply fell into each
others orbits. At first she didn't recognize me, I had grown from the naive
boy she had known. She had grown into a woman that I would have killed to
get to know. She had this new fire about her, gone was the timid and
cautious bride. Before me was a powerful force that screamed in my face
that she was everything that I could imagine. From the preview of cleavage
to the unknown under her skirt, I was undressing her and feeling every inch
with my mind.

When I thought back to this girl I knew, back when we were try-out
philosophers drinking discount wine I never thought that she would be the
one to break the barrier. I couldn't have imagined that she would pull the
straps from her shoulders and give me the full view I had been seeing in my
sleep. I had never thought of what her chest would feel like as I brushed
my hand across her nipple, or what she would do if I took it between
forefinger and thumb pressure until she winces. Would she close her eyes
and moan? We would have never joked about her sitting back on my couch,
arms across the back in a 1950's pinup pose smiling the devils grin. She
would have never lifted her skirt to show me her last mystery.

I must digress for there are details that I have missed for the sake of
literary climax. This girl, this enigma that I had found myself lusting
after was never supposed to be. At least I had relegated my own sexual
being into this vanilla wash of silence and fantasy. I was so overwhelmed
by the sense of defeat after countless failings and missed attempts to find
someone that could challenge my own dark interior. Hidden in a world of
expected circumstance I had become a hermit in my own sexual drive. I put
any veering from the expected into my back pocket like a receipt in case I
ever had the chance to return my misery for something raw again. When she
appeared, I almost didn't believe the circumstances. She knew more about
who I wanted to be than any of the test-a-wives that I tried to fit myself
with in the past.

I had never imagined her on her back with her wrists bound to her ankles.
She would have never thought she would be in her evening dress, hem lifted
to her navel with her eyes on mine wondering what would happen next.




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-Eroticlit