Aurora's Fears: A Narrative Fiction

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

Paul hushed him with a gentle kiss, never tiring of the sensation. He rid himself of his own pants, now as revealed as the other. Joseph took the fingers that were cupping his face into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each of the digits diligently. Paul let out a deep groan “My god Warren, one day I’m gonna have to put that mouth of yours to good use.” Joseph smirked around his fingers, running his tongue along the side of his middle finger. The fingers were pulled away and his mouth was busied with kissing along Paul’s neck. Paul pushed his legs out wider “You still wanna keep going?” He asked softly, because if they were going to do this, they both had to want it. Joseph nodded quickly “Oh god yes. You have no idea” And with that, Paul slid a finger in slowly, making sure to make it more pleasurable than painful. When Joseph was comfortable he added another finger, stretching him out slowly. Joseph arched his back, moaning at the unfamiliar sensation and trying to adjust to the odd feeling. Paul stroked the smaller man’s cock gently as he spread his fingers, Joseph rocking into his touch, so lost in the feeling, he almost didn’t notice the third finger slide in next to the others. Once he was open enough, Paul slicked himself up and pushed in slowly, rolling his hips. Warren clung to him, eyes clenched shut in pain and

With that he pulled her close for their first kiss, a kiss he made sure would scorch her soul. With his Selkie’s heighten senses he was able to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was he felt a quickening of his own heartbeat. . After such a kiss he had to have more.

Azairah easily melted into him. It was the first time another human being had ever made her feel this way and it startled her, excited her and the selfish desires in her heart only wanted more. Her eyes closed as his lips embraced hers. Azairah kept her eyes closed, not that she could open them. The exulting, overpowering ecstasy of their first kiss that filled her core allowed her not to open her eyes but instead to stay there in his arms and let the moment soak into her. It was a rush and as he spoke against her lips, kissing between each word, he still managed a way to make her smile. "You're doing quite well for someone who hasn't kissed a woman in while so he claims," she said, not helping but to tease him as he'd teased her. "Hmm? What's this?" she spoke again through his words and affections. Azairah's dreamy eyes opened slowly. "And exactly how long have you wanted to kiss me, Kyle?" The sudden obnoxious applause pulled her back into their reality but swiftly Kyle moved with her, returning to their table. "Trust me... I know you won't betray me, love. You know what I could do if you did," she said cupping his cheek with one of her warm hands. Though before she could say anymore Kyle was on her

So engrossed was he in the music and whispered conversation that, unusually, for Kyle he missed the way her eyes scanned his lips, and the subsequent kissed surprised him. The first he knew was when he felt her soft, warm lips pressed against his, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he just allowed it, without responding, then, he returned in kind. A soft, unurgent melding of their lips against each others, before she pulled away, and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but one of encouragement, and understanding. "See, I told you, you

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.

Luke pulled away and smiled at her. He nodded before he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, and then he rested his head on her chest. Jaylee wrapped one arm around his waist, and the other caressed his hair.

Catherine smiled at her reflection and picked up her brush. She slowly began to comb her hair and simply enjoying her new seat. The heat that coursed through his body warmed her backside. She softly rocked her hips, enjoying the feel of her wet sex brushing against his body. Catherine could feel him shivering, but had no intention of easing up on him now.

Alex’s lips left a burning path down to your collarbones, tongue running over your clavicle, hands gripping at your waist as his hips pushed down into your own, hands slowly pushing up to run across the skin of your stomach, his hands were so warm and welcoming and you’re surprised you aren’t actually melting into his touch.

The moan's that entry of his fingers eleciited from Elena further urged him on and with Brett's free hand clasping her hair, he tugged at her tresses and curled them in his first, not wanting the melding of their lips and tongues to ever end. When she eventually broke away, he stared at her with lust-darkened eyes, lips swollen from

"Mmnnn, that's it, that's the spot." Alex took a deep breath as smooth hands worked over her lightly tanned skin. "Harder," she moaned urging the man that was working her well tone yet tension filled body. "Yes my Queen," he answered in a smooth almost sultry tone, "Mnnn again, say it again." Alex moaned once more as his hands worked down the curve of her back side, "Yes My Queen." he once again spoke as commanded as he massaged her well tone frame.

Your quiet breathing tickles my nose and I realise how close we are right now. I devour every detail; every freckle and mole, the gentle creases by your eyes, the stubble just beginning to pierce through the skin along your jaw. I watch as your eyelids gently flutter open, hazy with dreams, and in that moment my favourite colour changes from lilac to the murky green that is you. We lay there staring at each other, raw and open, vulnerable.

I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I was merely 14 years old. I was on my family’s front porch gazing into the enchanting sight of the Aurora Borealis late that frosty, December night. Of course, it was always freezing and bitter in Yellowknife, Canada. I was so captivated by the exquisiteness and magnificence of the vivid and vibrant display, that for a moment, I began to forget the harshness of the cold, when all of a sudden, I could see a figure in the form of a floating cloud of smoke approaching. It had long hair tied back in a sleek, low ponytail, and was clothed in what seemed to be a ragged war uniform, with large boots with holes in them the size of marbles. I was unaware of where it came from, but I was too taken aback to care.

“When he first showed me this (the findom), I was a bit surprised. I thought, oh, he had prepared such thing! And… I think… He did his homework (laugh). It is thoughtful. Yeah…(laugh). At least he wasn’t only thinking about his own pleasure. He had considered my feeling. It’s a good of him.” (Emma)