Your Wicked Game

You never tell me your name

I play your wicked game

You tempt me and you tease me

You take me and you please me



With your red lips and alluring smile

You know how to get me for awhile

You got me, we can do anything

I am going to be your play thing



It is hypnotic the way you move

The erotic way that is your groove

I know it's wrong, the things we do

I know that I have to have you



Your passion is so damned strong

I will desire you all night long

I will do things I never knew I could

Any style I want, I know you would



Well girl, this lust is never spent

On you, my passion will be pent

On the bed, the wall, table or the floor

You know I am coming back for more




copyright Chris Smith 2005

Would You

Would you tell me how you feel

Would you touch me and feel real

Would you move your hand below

Would you move it nice and slow



Would you go down and lick

Would you let your tongue flick

Would you swallow it whole

Would you taste it flow



Would you want to be on top

Would you move and never stop

Would you feel me deep inside

Would you let me come and slide



Would you want us to overload

Would you allow me to explode

Would you let me stay in there

Would you, would you dare

 

copyright Chris Smith 2008

Twenty Two

Jake met her in a bar, she had long dark hair and green eyes, full red lips and a pretty face. She wore a tight black blouse and the shortest skirt he had ever seen.

Jake was Thirty four and knew he had to try to seduce her, he knew she must be old enough to be his daughter but he didn't care. It wouldn't be the first time he picked someone up for a bit of fun.

He knew women couldn't resist him, blonde hair, brown eyes and good looks, a smile that could melt any heart.

"Hey, can I get you a drink...I'm Jake" he smiled.

"I'm Mercy, this is my twenty second today...I like to celebrate" she said and smiled back.

They shared thre drinks and Jake suggested they go back to his place to celebrate futher, but she shook her head.

"There is a deserted alley not far from here, do you want to celebrate there?" she said.

Jake didn't need to be told twice, he smiled and touched her knee and then took her hand and they left the bar together and walked along the streets until she pulled him down a long dark alley.

Out of sight, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him, their tongues danced together in the star light.

He slowly undid her blouse, she had no bra and his hands began to maul the beauty of her breasts, her nipples responded to his touch and she dropped the blouse into the corner and put down her bag.

His mouth moved down and took turns kissing and sucking each breast until she reached down and began to unzip him.

He reached under her skirt and one hand rubbed her thong until he slid in a finger and felt her shaven delight. as he slid down her thong and they swapped places as he held her against the wall.

"No, I want to ride you...please lay down" she pleaded.

He took off his jacket and lay down on the ground as she mounted him.

He felt himself enter her as she took him fast without going slow, she was like a wild animal as moved on him. Rubbing her breasts in his face as she took him deep inside her.

He couldn't hold back and felt himself explode deep into her as she squealed with delight but she remained astride him smiled.

" I have something special to give you, please close your eyes" she said with her eyes staring with more passion.

Jake closed his eyes and grinned. "Give it to me baby" he said.

He never saw her take the long sharp knife from her bag, he just felt the agony as she slit his throat and his body jerked wildly in his dying moments.

She gasped in ecstacy as he throbbed between her thighs and then he stopped, dead and blood poured from his throat.

She got up, redorned her blouse and buttoned it, replaced her thong and then cleaned her knife on the shirt of Jakes body and replaced it in her bag.

As she walked back down the alley she said "Twenty three".

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

The Effect

If you knew what you do
The effect you have on me
Of what I would do with you
I would open your eyes to see

You I would slowly strip
And I would want you too much
Your body I want to grip
Turn you on with my touch

And the night is only young
And I want all my luck
Taste you all over with my tongue
And wonder what you will suck

Now I want to ride you
Take you anyway you need
I am going deep inside you
I want to give you my seed

Making love to you on the floor
Now I want you on top
Going to excite you some more
Make love and never stop

You are so wet and pleasure will flow
Got me wanting you fast and hard
And something you should know
Being with you makes this heart glad


copyright Chris Smith 2008

Stolen Heart

Amanda Fern was twenty years old, long blond hair with brown eyes and many called her beautiful.

She was desired by many men, a six foot beauty, of slim build with curves that drove them wild.

She always dressed to please, like tonight she wore a dress that left nothing to the imagination, it was pink and by the way it clung to her body it was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

She wore leather knee high boots and she was waiting for a client to pick her up for her job was an escort.

At eighteen a rich boyfriend had paid for her to have implants, 34DD, he had been sixty seven and she had dumped him after she got what she wanted.

She found richer and older men paid more to have her, and they never lasted long, if they had the money she would use them and she never lost her heart to any of them.

She had received three hundred dollars from someone by the name of Sam Haine, she had never met him and she was to wait for transport to pick her up to take her to the rural countryside.

She was hoping this Samuel Haine, whoever he was, would be her next sugar daddy.Suddenly  a coach of horses arrived, with a coachman dressed in black, his face hidden by a black scarf who beckoned for her to get into the coach.

"Whatever" she said and enterd and sat in the coach, it had leather seats and must have cost a fortune.

The journey was long, leaving the city and heading for the country, past fields which seemed dark and eerie in the night.

They arrived at a mansion, ivy covered the walls and  Amanda could see the large oak doors were open as inviting her to enter them.

The coachman opened the door of the coach, and never spoke but she got the message, she was to enter the mansion alone.

As she entered those oak doors beautiful crystal chandeliers bathed her in candlelight but there was no one to greet her, it was then she heard his voice for the first time.

"Come to the master bedroom, third floor at the top of the stairs, the door is open" he said from up above those stairs with dark gren carpets.It was a voice of someone younger than she expected, a voice that seemed so ancient but sounded so gentle.

Amanda walked up the stairs then came to her destination, through she could see a four poster bed with white silk sheets, covered with red rose petals and as she entered the room she saw him for the first time.

He looked to be thirtyish, he had long flowing brown hair, it flowed past his shoulders and he was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.His eyes seemed coal black, but they shined and he seemed so pale skinned standing there in an old fashioned looking frilled white shirt and black trousers.

He must had been six foot four, she wasn't used to men taller than herself and that voice was like music to her when he spoke.

"You are a beauty indeed, come to me" he said, and she approached him for this was the first time she had ever wanted a man, had felt this way.

He lifted her dress and she felt it glide off over her head and his eyes seemed to glow as he studied her naked her body and she knew she had to have him.

He lay her on the bed and she felt him kiss down her body and then his mouth and tongue found her thighs and he tasted her, and she shuddered with delight.

He probed her masterfully with his tongue, tasting her deep inside and she exploded with an orgasm that rocked her from inside, for the first time she was in love.

He undressed, then joined her on the bed, his body was well formed with muscles and she needed him.

He kissed and gently nibbled her nipples making her wet again, then he was inside her moving with a slow and gentle rhythm, she wrapped her legs around him and screamed as he brought her to orgasm time and time again.

He never made a sound and when he came inside her, she felt him flow deep into her and she felt alive, she never knew sex could ever feel like this.She stayed there on the bed, and she watched him dress and she felt her heart sink, hoping he would ask her to stay and not send her back to the city.

"Please stand my sweet" he said and she obeyed, he came to her and she felt his right hand touch her as her heart beat fast.

She never felt the pain, all she knew was he had something in his head as he took it away from her chest and she looked down and saw her blood gushing from a hole below her left breast.She saw the evil in his eyes as he watched her dying, as darkness came to her all she could think was "He stole my heart".

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Slow Kisses

Slow kisses tingle on your neck

Hands touch you with sweet carress

Touching the tenderness of your breasts

Teasing them with a careful hand

Kissing them in turn, teasing them with a tongue

Your breathing is fast with your desire



Slow kisses going down, moving further down

Kissing where holds the hidden pleasure

You tremble now with knowing expectation

As a lovers' tongue explores the sensation

Thrilling you until you can not take any more

Until the fountain comes to the lovers taste



Slow kisses as he gently places you down

And soon fills you with heated passion

You both move together in a dance of lust

Both lost in this moment of body heat

Until that moment heat fills you from within

And the release of satisfaction comes at last





copyright Chris Smith 2008

Passion Of Contentment

Meeting in a hotel room
Both of us shy at first
Then the taste of your kiss
The sweetest of your lips
Then the dancing of our tongues

You move your hand slowly down
Stroking and teasing me through my jeans
My hands cupping your breasts now
Feeling them react through your top
We allow this passion to take us

We strip each other, unable to wait
Then you push me onto the bed
Straddling and teasing me with want
Rubbing me against your wet desire
Before taking me inside you

Riding on top, slowly at first
Before building up to release
Taking me faster, making me go deeper
And I cherish the fullness of your breasts
Your nipples ripe for me to taste

Pulling you down to my aching body
Lifting my knees to fully enter you
Passionate kisses as I move inside
Feeling you push with each stroke
Screaming out for your need to release

Then moving you onto your back
And like animals, we give in to this lust
Your legs wrapped around my back
Squeezing me tight as you surrender
Your passion flooding as I pound faster

I can feel myself ready, prepared to errupt
And I thrust deeper still, filling you with me
My seed explodes inside your well of delight
Then we collapse into each others arms
Content to be with each other, until we begin again

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Ode To A Lover

You know that I want you
You know that I need you
I hunger for you my sweet
I can feel your heart beat

Your desires are my quests
I gently kiss your breasts
You sigh as your nipples are excited
I kiss each one and you are delighted

Down my kisses go as I move
Kissing your stomach so smooth
Below you tremble as my tongue will explore
Tasting you and my tongue makes you beg for more

Then you go down and lick me lick a dream
You take me like you would and ice cream
I am ready for you and can no longer stall
You smile at me as you swallow it all

Your hand comes and strokes me then
I am ready for you once again
I am inside you between your thighs
I see the need that is in your eyes

Moving faster, your legs wrapped around me
Going deeper as you want it to be
Your heat is like something that is exotic
Our love making becomes fully erotic

I can feel myself flowing into your charms
Then I collapse into your waiting arms
We will sleep the night away
Make love again come the day

 

copyright Chris Smith 2002

Moon Light

I was taking a short cut home through the woods, it was raining and the rain cut through me like cold daggers. It was cold and dark and usually I would never have been this brave during the witching hour but this was the quickest way home.

There was an old legend that wolves roamed here but they had been extinct for hundreds of years, people would say they could hear the howls during the cycle of the moon, it was a full moon tonight but I heard nothing. I only could hear the damned rain in the trees.

"Hello" came a woman's voice and I jumped around, it startled me and I had not expected it. She had long black hair, that went down her back to the base of her spine, her eyes were green and they seemed to shine as the moon touched them. She was naked and the rain poured down her body and I was entranced by her beauty.

She smiled and she beckoned me to her, I could not resist and could feel myself being aroused by watching her, I approached her and she leaned back against a tree, the rain sliding down the well formed breasts.

She kissed me and I felt her hands undo my trousers and they fell to the ground, she pulled off my shirt and the cold rain didn't seem to matter as it splashed on my skin. My shorts were pulled down and I had to touch her breasts and I felt them respond to my hands.

I entered her and she bit my shoulder hard, drawing blood but I just ignored it and our love making against the tree began one of fury and lust. I felt myself give in to her that my heat thrust hard inside her and then she pushed me back. She smiled at me and walked away into the woods. I dressed and swore I could hear a howl.

Now time has passed and once again I am here in the woods and the heat burns me, I have to be naked and I feel the new moon touch my skin and then the pain begins and I change. My legs buckle and change shape, my face is in agony as I grow a snout and fangs grow within my mouth. Black fur engulfs my body and all that is left of my human self is my mind, when she bit me she made me the same as her.

I give in and I howl at the moon above and my she wolf responds and I see her, she chose me as her mate and I can not resist. We keep from the eyes of man and hunt rabbits and small animals, if you look cafefully into the moon light of these woods you will see two wolves running free.





copyright Chris smith 2009