As Cynthia hung up the phone with her boyfriend, the dread of spending another late night at the office started to set in. I guess it doesn't really matter, she thought, it's not as if Greg would have made the evening at home any better. The romance at home has long since simmered down to a barely visible flame. She loves Greg but there's a large part of her that seems empty. She and Greg have settled into a comfortable rut as far as sex goes. There's never any romance preceding their love making--if you can even call it that. There's no seduction. If they both happen to find themselves horny at the same time, the ritual proceeds forward in the same predictable manner. A little bit of kissing tests the waters. As soon as Greg tongue enters into play, Cynthia knows he wants sex. She kisses back with tongue as if to say "okay." A little bit of groping follows before they move on to missionary sex, maybe a little doggie, and definitely no oral. This sad ritual seems to leave Cynthia in a perpetual state of sexual frustration.
Just concentrate on work, she thought, there's nothing to be done about it anyway. She began to organize the McKinsey files for the presentation tomorrow. This account could make or break the agency. Focus set in and her fate seemed bearable as she slipped into "the zone."
The knock on the conference room door startled her out of her trance like state. "I didn't mean to startle you." The sight of Jason standing in the open door excited her more than usual. She's had a crush on him since he transferred her from the Dallas office. She tried to hide the excitement in her voice, "Jason, what are you doing here so late?" With a somewhat suppressed smile, Jason looked straight at her; almost penetratingly so, "I'm just as worried about the McKinsey account as you are." "Well good, I could really use someone to bounce a couple of ideas off," she said as she nodded her head toward the empty chair next to her.
Hours passed, and while they had been able to accomplish some brilliant work on the McKinsey account, neither of them seemed to have their mind on their work during all of this time together. The sexual tension was thick and distracting. Cynthia knew Jason had recently become available, but she wasn't supposed to. He had yet to tell anyone that Marisa had left him to attend medical school at NYU. It seemed too awkward to bring it up. Her curiosity about him had heated up past the point of excitement tonight. She knew she had better stay away from such subjects tonight. Between the sexual tension and her crush on him, she wasn't sure she could say no to him.
Jason stood up and stretched, "I've got just the thing to cap this off. Hold on a sec." Cynthia caught herself staring at his ass as he walked out. As she did, the sexual excitement seemed to pulse through her. She felt the moisture gathering between her legs and, with some embarrassment, she had to shift in her seat to get comfortable. A few moments later Jason returned with a bottle of scotch and two glasses of ice. "On the rocks or neat," his gaze seemed to penetrate through her. "I'm really not much of a scotch girl...What are you doing with scotch here anyway?" she said in a clearly teasing accusatory manner. "I'm not much of a scotch person either, but it's what you drink if you want to act culture. I have to maintain a certain image for our clients," his smirking response seemed almost blatantly seductive. "Neat, two fingers" this was going to be gross but she thought it would impress him.
Cynthia took a long pull on the glass. It was too much for her. She's really not a drinker at all. She coughed and reflexively spit the scotch back into the glass almost missing it completely. She'd gotten it all over herself. Her face red with embarrassment, she sheepishly looked up at Jason who was chuckling at her, "Here, let me help you with that." "I'm so embarrassed, it seemed to go down wrong," she tried to laugh to hide her embarrassment. He smiled as he blotted up the scotch on her blouse with a cocktail napkin. His hands worked dangerously close to her breasts, which brought the sexual tension to a fever pitch. As he worked the napkin up to her chin, he turned her head toward him. She'd been trying not to look at him in a feeble attempt to control herself around him. As she brought her eyes around they met his. Inches away from her, she was somewhat startled. His lips met hers with an electric collision that seemed to pulse down her body to her pelvis where she felt herself flooding to life. She instinctively kissed him back and found herself lost in the moment. She felt alive, his touch and timing perfect. She felt like putty in his hands.
Suddenly she jumped back. "I have a boyfriend!" she belted out almost in unbelief. Jason slowly took a couple of steps toward her, never allowing his gaze to break with her eyes. His gaze was feral. Animal desire and determination seemed to radiate from them. "I know," he said confidently. "I wouldn't have done that if I couldn't tell that you were drowning in that relationship. Your sexual frustration has been screaming at me for months now. 'I need satisfaction. I need relief.' I'm through ignoring it." "I can't do this," she tried to resist.
He kissed her again deeply. She tried to resist but it was feeble at best. She pulled him closely, kissed him back, and caressed his tongue in her mouth. Again she managed to push him away, "I can't do this to him!"
"You need this," his gaze was almost unbearable. His hand slid up her back. He grabbed her hair and firmly forced her to look him strait in the eye. "I'm going to take you right here, right now, it doesn't matter if you tell me no because everything else about you is begging me to. "No, I..." He put his finger over her lips. "Now shut the fuck up and take it!" the certainty and determination in his voice was overpowering.
She tried to muster the words and she feebly tried to push him away. Jason seemed quite amused at her attempts. He picked her up and firmly laid her down on the table beside him. She tried to get up but he pushed her down and held her there gently but firmly with his hand at her throat. She was frightened, excited, and torn between her instinct to fight and the overwhelming lust she felt for him. He expertly began to unbutton her blouse with his free hand. She bat him away and was quickly punished with the tightening of his grip around her neck. "You can resist me if you feel you must, but it's useless," he brought his face to her, "I'm going to fuck you!"
She strained against him but she had no strength. It was useless. She was his. The lust within her had taken over. He pulled her skirt and panties off with one quick motion. Her flats caught on her panties and fell to the floor. One last gasp of resistance welled up in her as she began to sit up, but he quickly pushed her down and subdued her. He undid his belt and his pants fell to the ground. He forced her legs open and ground his cock against her. A lustful grin came across his face. "You're soaking wet for me. You desperately want this. DON'T YOU!"
She timidly shook her head no. A gesture that simply made him laugh. She was terrified. She was consumed by lust. She had never been so turned on in her whole life. She looked at him with fear. Her eyes traced down his torso and widened when they met his member. She'd only been with three men in her life and Jason's cock seemed twice the size of any of them. It was intimidating. She didn't think she could take it.
The fear in her eyes only made him harder. He reached down and positioned his cock to enter her. He looked back up at her. He wanted to see the look in her eyes as he forced his way inside. With a firm slow thrust he began to enter her. Her eyes widened and she gasp for breath. Her legs tensed up and she squeezed them together. He stretched her wider than she'd ever been before. It hurt but shot waves of pleasure through her at the same time. She put her hands on his chest to try to push him back.
He would have nothing of it. He grabbed both of her arms and pinned them above her head then took his other hand and forced her legs open. "Take it," he said firmly and continued to thrust slowly. She gasped again for breath then let out a whimper. "I.... I.... can't." The look in Cynthia's eyes, the mixture of fear, ecstasy, and pain invigorated Jason. "YOU WILL!" He thrust himself in completely. Cynthia whimpered in pain. She'd never had a man fill her this deeply. This realization, the months of sexual frustration, and her lust for Jason overcame her. The juices flowed as she came for the first time. Her pussy clenched Jason's cock and pulsating waves of pleasure shot out from her pelvis. Her whole body tensed with each wave of her orgasm. She couldn't breathe. She was almost relieved when she stopped cumming, so she'd have a chance to catch her breath.
The look of tourcherous pleasure in Cynthia's eyes as she came only intensified Jason's animal lust. He pulled out slowly and thrust back hard; taking pleasure in the intense look in Cynthia's eyes. He fed on her lust as he thrust himself in and out again.
It was almost too much for her. She kept trying to push away and close her legs. Over and over again she tried to limit his depth of penetration. He had none of it. He forced her legs open, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him and thrust as deeply as he could. Cynthia had never been controlled like this. In life, she's always the one in control. To have control ripped from her like this was exhilarating. She let go. She would not fight him anymore. She was his to do with as he pleased.
Cynthia's legs relaxed and opened to accept him. Jason's realization of successfully subduing his prey excited him. He fucked her hard and with immense satisfaction. He looked down on her--enjoying watching her body absorb his thrusts. Her remaining clothing frustrated him. He wanted to see her flesh. He wanted to see her breasts rolling up and down to his rhythm. He pulled her up to him, ripped off her blouse, unclasped her bra and delighted in seeing his naked playground before him. He ripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. He wanted to remove all barriers. He wanted nothing between him and his prey.
He stood her up and turned her around. There was no resistance. He knew that she was now his. He grabbed her hair and bent her down over the table. He entered her from behind and took her slowly at first. He looked down and took pleasure in watching himself bury his cock deep insider over and over again. Her pussy was tight and dripping wet. Her cum was all running down their legs. The room was filled with the smell of sex and his lust was heightened as he began to thrust harder. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as he pounded himself into her harder and faster.
Cynthia was completely lost in the moment. Jason's cock filled her so completely. If he were any larger she knew she wouldn't be able to take it. It no longer hurt her. Each thrust was incredible and as he began to fuck her harder she could feel the pleasure building. Each thrust seemed to build it up. As it grew more and more intense, her entire body tensed up. She began to hold her breath as the pleasure could not build any longer. It shot out from her pelvis throughout her body. She let her breath out in a primal scream as she came. Her tense body squirmed in Jason's hands. The months of sexual tension, the frustration without sexual satisfaction, seemed to instantly be released.
The sight of Cynthia squirming with pleasure beneath him heightened Jason's lust. Watching as each thrust of his cock made her tense and scream with pleasure began to be too much for him. He didn't think he could hold back much longer. Knowing that he had satisfied his prey, he let himself go. He pound himself into her harder as he felt his orgasm build. Each thrust pushed him closer and closer. He watched the display before him as he brought himself closer. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her heightened his lust until he exploded inside her. He thrust hard and deep as he came.
Cynthia came again as she felt his release inside her. She'd never been able to tell when a man came insider before, but Jason filled her so completely, she could feel each pulse as he filled her with his seed.
Jason bent over her and rested a moment on her back while making sure to keep himself deep inside her. He gently turned her head to look at him. "I'm sorry to have been so forceful, but you needed that." Cynthia couldn't find the words so she simply nodded yes. He kissed her gently and continued to remain inside her as they caught their breath; both of them trying to understand what this means.
Just concentrate on work, she thought, there's nothing to be done about it anyway. She began to organize the McKinsey files for the presentation tomorrow. This account could make or break the agency. Focus set in and her fate seemed bearable as she slipped into "the zone."
The knock on the conference room door startled her out of her trance like state. "I didn't mean to startle you." The sight of Jason standing in the open door excited her more than usual. She's had a crush on him since he transferred her from the Dallas office. She tried to hide the excitement in her voice, "Jason, what are you doing here so late?" With a somewhat suppressed smile, Jason looked straight at her; almost penetratingly so, "I'm just as worried about the McKinsey account as you are." "Well good, I could really use someone to bounce a couple of ideas off," she said as she nodded her head toward the empty chair next to her.
Hours passed, and while they had been able to accomplish some brilliant work on the McKinsey account, neither of them seemed to have their mind on their work during all of this time together. The sexual tension was thick and distracting. Cynthia knew Jason had recently become available, but she wasn't supposed to. He had yet to tell anyone that Marisa had left him to attend medical school at NYU. It seemed too awkward to bring it up. Her curiosity about him had heated up past the point of excitement tonight. She knew she had better stay away from such subjects tonight. Between the sexual tension and her crush on him, she wasn't sure she could say no to him.
Jason stood up and stretched, "I've got just the thing to cap this off. Hold on a sec." Cynthia caught herself staring at his ass as he walked out. As she did, the sexual excitement seemed to pulse through her. She felt the moisture gathering between her legs and, with some embarrassment, she had to shift in her seat to get comfortable. A few moments later Jason returned with a bottle of scotch and two glasses of ice. "On the rocks or neat," his gaze seemed to penetrate through her. "I'm really not much of a scotch girl...What are you doing with scotch here anyway?" she said in a clearly teasing accusatory manner. "I'm not much of a scotch person either, but it's what you drink if you want to act culture. I have to maintain a certain image for our clients," his smirking response seemed almost blatantly seductive. "Neat, two fingers" this was going to be gross but she thought it would impress him.
Cynthia took a long pull on the glass. It was too much for her. She's really not a drinker at all. She coughed and reflexively spit the scotch back into the glass almost missing it completely. She'd gotten it all over herself. Her face red with embarrassment, she sheepishly looked up at Jason who was chuckling at her, "Here, let me help you with that." "I'm so embarrassed, it seemed to go down wrong," she tried to laugh to hide her embarrassment. He smiled as he blotted up the scotch on her blouse with a cocktail napkin. His hands worked dangerously close to her breasts, which brought the sexual tension to a fever pitch. As he worked the napkin up to her chin, he turned her head toward him. She'd been trying not to look at him in a feeble attempt to control herself around him. As she brought her eyes around they met his. Inches away from her, she was somewhat startled. His lips met hers with an electric collision that seemed to pulse down her body to her pelvis where she felt herself flooding to life. She instinctively kissed him back and found herself lost in the moment. She felt alive, his touch and timing perfect. She felt like putty in his hands.
Suddenly she jumped back. "I have a boyfriend!" she belted out almost in unbelief. Jason slowly took a couple of steps toward her, never allowing his gaze to break with her eyes. His gaze was feral. Animal desire and determination seemed to radiate from them. "I know," he said confidently. "I wouldn't have done that if I couldn't tell that you were drowning in that relationship. Your sexual frustration has been screaming at me for months now. 'I need satisfaction. I need relief.' I'm through ignoring it." "I can't do this," she tried to resist.
He kissed her again deeply. She tried to resist but it was feeble at best. She pulled him closely, kissed him back, and caressed his tongue in her mouth. Again she managed to push him away, "I can't do this to him!"
"You need this," his gaze was almost unbearable. His hand slid up her back. He grabbed her hair and firmly forced her to look him strait in the eye. "I'm going to take you right here, right now, it doesn't matter if you tell me no because everything else about you is begging me to. "No, I..." He put his finger over her lips. "Now shut the fuck up and take it!" the certainty and determination in his voice was overpowering.
She tried to muster the words and she feebly tried to push him away. Jason seemed quite amused at her attempts. He picked her up and firmly laid her down on the table beside him. She tried to get up but he pushed her down and held her there gently but firmly with his hand at her throat. She was frightened, excited, and torn between her instinct to fight and the overwhelming lust she felt for him. He expertly began to unbutton her blouse with his free hand. She bat him away and was quickly punished with the tightening of his grip around her neck. "You can resist me if you feel you must, but it's useless," he brought his face to her, "I'm going to fuck you!"
She strained against him but she had no strength. It was useless. She was his. The lust within her had taken over. He pulled her skirt and panties off with one quick motion. Her flats caught on her panties and fell to the floor. One last gasp of resistance welled up in her as she began to sit up, but he quickly pushed her down and subdued her. He undid his belt and his pants fell to the ground. He forced her legs open and ground his cock against her. A lustful grin came across his face. "You're soaking wet for me. You desperately want this. DON'T YOU!"
She timidly shook her head no. A gesture that simply made him laugh. She was terrified. She was consumed by lust. She had never been so turned on in her whole life. She looked at him with fear. Her eyes traced down his torso and widened when they met his member. She'd only been with three men in her life and Jason's cock seemed twice the size of any of them. It was intimidating. She didn't think she could take it.
The fear in her eyes only made him harder. He reached down and positioned his cock to enter her. He looked back up at her. He wanted to see the look in her eyes as he forced his way inside. With a firm slow thrust he began to enter her. Her eyes widened and she gasp for breath. Her legs tensed up and she squeezed them together. He stretched her wider than she'd ever been before. It hurt but shot waves of pleasure through her at the same time. She put her hands on his chest to try to push him back.
He would have nothing of it. He grabbed both of her arms and pinned them above her head then took his other hand and forced her legs open. "Take it," he said firmly and continued to thrust slowly. She gasped again for breath then let out a whimper. "I.... I.... can't." The look in Cynthia's eyes, the mixture of fear, ecstasy, and pain invigorated Jason. "YOU WILL!" He thrust himself in completely. Cynthia whimpered in pain. She'd never had a man fill her this deeply. This realization, the months of sexual frustration, and her lust for Jason overcame her. The juices flowed as she came for the first time. Her pussy clenched Jason's cock and pulsating waves of pleasure shot out from her pelvis. Her whole body tensed with each wave of her orgasm. She couldn't breathe. She was almost relieved when she stopped cumming, so she'd have a chance to catch her breath.
The look of tourcherous pleasure in Cynthia's eyes as she came only intensified Jason's animal lust. He pulled out slowly and thrust back hard; taking pleasure in the intense look in Cynthia's eyes. He fed on her lust as he thrust himself in and out again.
It was almost too much for her. She kept trying to push away and close her legs. Over and over again she tried to limit his depth of penetration. He had none of it. He forced her legs open, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him and thrust as deeply as he could. Cynthia had never been controlled like this. In life, she's always the one in control. To have control ripped from her like this was exhilarating. She let go. She would not fight him anymore. She was his to do with as he pleased.
Cynthia's legs relaxed and opened to accept him. Jason's realization of successfully subduing his prey excited him. He fucked her hard and with immense satisfaction. He looked down on her--enjoying watching her body absorb his thrusts. Her remaining clothing frustrated him. He wanted to see her flesh. He wanted to see her breasts rolling up and down to his rhythm. He pulled her up to him, ripped off her blouse, unclasped her bra and delighted in seeing his naked playground before him. He ripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. He wanted to remove all barriers. He wanted nothing between him and his prey.
He stood her up and turned her around. There was no resistance. He knew that she was now his. He grabbed her hair and bent her down over the table. He entered her from behind and took her slowly at first. He looked down and took pleasure in watching himself bury his cock deep insider over and over again. Her pussy was tight and dripping wet. Her cum was all running down their legs. The room was filled with the smell of sex and his lust was heightened as he began to thrust harder. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as he pounded himself into her harder and faster.
Cynthia was completely lost in the moment. Jason's cock filled her so completely. If he were any larger she knew she wouldn't be able to take it. It no longer hurt her. Each thrust was incredible and as he began to fuck her harder she could feel the pleasure building. Each thrust seemed to build it up. As it grew more and more intense, her entire body tensed up. She began to hold her breath as the pleasure could not build any longer. It shot out from her pelvis throughout her body. She let her breath out in a primal scream as she came. Her tense body squirmed in Jason's hands. The months of sexual tension, the frustration without sexual satisfaction, seemed to instantly be released.
The sight of Cynthia squirming with pleasure beneath him heightened Jason's lust. Watching as each thrust of his cock made her tense and scream with pleasure began to be too much for him. He didn't think he could hold back much longer. Knowing that he had satisfied his prey, he let himself go. He pound himself into her harder as he felt his orgasm build. Each thrust pushed him closer and closer. He watched the display before him as he brought himself closer. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her heightened his lust until he exploded inside her. He thrust hard and deep as he came.
Cynthia came again as she felt his release inside her. She'd never been able to tell when a man came insider before, but Jason filled her so completely, she could feel each pulse as he filled her with his seed.
Jason bent over her and rested a moment on her back while making sure to keep himself deep inside her. He gently turned her head to look at him. "I'm sorry to have been so forceful, but you needed that." Cynthia couldn't find the words so she simply nodded yes. He kissed her gently and continued to remain inside her as they caught their breath; both of them trying to understand what this means.
O.K....I have conflicting responses here...
The sensible woman in me says...ok...nice writing but cheating? Borderline rape? Maybe back off the resistance and no's just a touch and somehow tweak it so she's not cheating then...hhmmmm...
The sexual being that tends to take over me most of the time would say....OMG....that has got to be one of the hottest moments one could read about and my panties are freakin wet now...that kind of passion is something not everyone has the pleasure of experiencing!!!!
It's no wonder the sexual side of me prevails...hehehe...maybe that's why I felt this very same way Saturday night...but with the help and presence of the love of my life...gotta love the lifestyle...very good writing...kisses...Naugh-Ty
The sensible woman in me says...ok...nice writing but cheating? Borderline rape? Maybe back off the resistance and no's just a touch and somehow tweak it so she's not cheating then...hhmmmm...
The sexual being that tends to take over me most of the time would say....OMG....that has got to be one of the hottest moments one could read about and my panties are freakin wet now...that kind of passion is something not everyone has the pleasure of experiencing!!!!
It's no wonder the sexual side of me prevails...hehehe...maybe that's why I felt this very same way Saturday night...but with the help and presence of the love of my life...gotta love the lifestyle...very good writing...kisses...Naugh-Ty
Naughtygirl wrote:
I have conflicting responses here...
That's what I was going for... I read that this is one of the most common female fantasies so I thought I'd write it. A rape fantasy is very common among women and this is as close as I could come to it for my taste.
I have conflicting responses here...
That's what I was going for... I read that this is one of the most common female fantasies so I thought I'd write it. A rape fantasy is very common among women and this is as close as I could come to it for my taste.
Yeah...we just have some personal reasons for that being a little over the line for us...so other than that you are very good with descriptive situations and I can see that you are definitely creative in your writings...keep up the good work and make sure and give us a variety 
Kisses and good luck! Naugh-Ty
Kisses and good luck! Naugh-TyRape is an act of violence, not of sexual desire. I am not sure where you read that a women being raped is a fantasy, let alone a common fantasy, there is a major difference between what is a fantasy and a terrifying reality. And though I personally have not been affected by it, many have and would be saddened by this. I understand you are trying to write creatively, just write respectfully.
Ok, rape is a violent and horrible act, and I don't think that there's a lady alive that fantasises about being raped in a dark alley by a transient. I guess a better way of putting, at least what I believe, this very common fantasy is about would be: being forcefully taken without my explicit concent.
I went back to where I read this, http://www.askmen.com/dating/vanessa/27c_love_secrets.html ,and their theory is that this is more about women's desire to have a sexual liason without the guilt that would be associated with it because she didn't concent to it...I don't know...but read the story. I don't think there's anything disrespectful about it. It pushes some limits--it's supposed to.
I went back to where I read this, http://www.askmen.com/dating/vanessa/27c_love_secrets.html ,and their theory is that this is more about women's desire to have a sexual liason without the guilt that would be associated with it because she didn't concent to it...I don't know...but read the story. I don't think there's anything disrespectful about it. It pushes some limits--it's supposed to.
I have also read that "rape fantasies" are "common" and just like GVNUXTC said...not violently in a dark alley...but more of a role play...or like his story represents...being more "forcefully" convinced (for lack of a better word that I can figure out how to spell close enough for the stupid spell check to figure out...lol)...but yes it is a fine line and some may like it and some may not...thats the wonderful thing about our country...if you don't like something you don't have to read it...I am staying neutral on any posts to do with this...lol...kisses...Naugh-Ty
Pretty good...
Great topic...I've enjoyed reading them, keep 'em coming...
i actually have a website i post these things on. school has kept me busy, but i have 3 weeks off so i can post more there. here's one i have on there right now. lemme know if you want the link to my actual website. 
The weekend is finally here and after a tough week at the office, I
The weekend is finally here and after a tough week at the office, I
DIAMONDFLY wrote: I think it does need a little more to it.
Ya, there was actually a lot I left out. I didn't want to lose the reader before they even started because it would have been so long. I've got another idea for these two with a lot less lead up. Should be pretty good. I'll keep you posted
Ya, there was actually a lot I left out. I didn't want to lose the reader before they even started because it would have been so long. I've got another idea for these two with a lot less lead up. Should be pretty good. I'll keep you posted