Garden of Night

Welcome to our world.  A place of dreams, intoxication, revelation.

A place where we will delve deep into your psyche.

Such a strong stalk

One day, a girl was sent to the market by her Mum. She needed to find out how much they could fetch for the grass-fed cows coming into full growth.

Tearing herself away from her social networking pages, she set her status to ‘mobile’, grabbed her phone and rode her vegetable-oil powered bike to the butcher in town.

One the way, she was flagged down by a lean but dusty young man. He worked on the farm just up the road but he would love a ride to town, instead of walking.

She eyed him suspiciously. He would be in her way and OMG, she was getting a text from Becky, plus Jill, Lisa, Kimmy and Sheila were all tweeting her.

However…he was super delicious and she imagined his body under those tattered work clothes was surely NSFW.

So, she asked him sweetly what he would give her in exchange for a ride. He said he would show her his magic beans later.

Frowning, she was about to snap at him but then she got for texts about how the total slut Lisa (the other one) was caught in the bathroom with Angie’s man!!

So, she motioned him to hop on and vroom vroom, off they went. He tried to ask her if it was safe to text and drive but she screamed for him to be quiet, TBNT, she knew what she was doing.

With half an ear, she listened to the butcher’s specs. Then she snatched the list and ran out the door.  Didn’t they know she was busy and had a paper due on Descartes and the question of souls in 2 days. Like she had even did any research.

The dusty sexy  guy can running over to her, asking where she lived and if he could come by. She tossed that bit of info over her shoulder as, she sped away. Whatever.

When she got home, she went straight to her laptop and joined the exciting flow of gossip, lies and jokes. Thank Heavens for condensed works because research had to wait, social life was calling.

All of a sudden, her Mom burst in her room, waving that slip of paper, rattling on about something that she neglected to tell the butcher dude.

She rolled her eyes and in reward for that, her Mom walked over, grabbed her computer and told her she could not have it back until tomorrow. Like WTF, she was 19 and a college student–she had rights!!!

But the Mom would not budge. She was being a total bitch about it.

Later that night, she heard  her name being called. Sticking her head out the window, she saw lean dusty dude–Jack.Yeah, that was his name.

He was wearing clean clothes and looked refreshed, however. So she shimmied out the window and led him to the back  of the house.  That Dragon Lady Jailer Mom of hers  was sleeping, so at least they would not be disturbed.

Leaning against the wall, Jack asked if he could kiss her. She said no.

Then he said he had been watching her, which freaked her out. “Are you a stalker?” she asked, just a bit too loudly.

“No,” he replied. His dark eyes glittering in the moonlight. “I just think you are hot as fuck and look at what you do to me.”

He gestured to his bulge, which looked to be growing. Next thing she knew, he had unzipped, pulled it out and wrapped her cool hand around it.

Pulling her close, his lips reached hers and their tongues did a slow sweet dance.  Jack’s cock was getting stiffer by the second.

“May I show you my magic beans?”

” Dude, you do not have any magic beans!” she retorted.

Then he pulled away and dropped his pants. She gasped because those had to be the cutest fucking balls ever! He even had hair!! Like old-school porno dudes! Whoa!

In a low voice, he explained that if she played with his magic beans, his cock would grow as much as she liked. Loving a challenge, she begin to gently fondle his sac with one hand, as he sighed and his cock kept on growing!

With wonder and wet panties, she played with his magic beans and stroked his thick, heavy cock until sweat had broken on his brow and his eyes were glazed.

“Baby, what are you going to do about this?”, he asked, licking his lips and trying to slide off her blouse.

“Right now, I have got to get a pix of this! Hold still! Won’t show your face, promise!”

She snapped a few shots from different angles and then went back to the very serious business of climbing his magic beanstalk.

Hazy dreams

When we were children, we watched cartoons and listened enrapt to  fairy tales.

Bit what were our favorite characters doing when we were tucked in our beds, dreaming easily?

Maye they were waiting for us to come back.

Or maybe they were occupied with adult activities.

Wrapped up

After all the toys were delivered, all the parents throwing away gilded paper and bows, Santa still had a few things to do before he could hop on a plane with Mrs. Claus and head for their vacation home in Aruba.  Mrs C. just got her knockers upgraded to a 48DDD and Santa had plans!

But alas, those milky melons had to wait.

He had to make a deposit.

On the Island of Misfit Sexual Toys.

On that bleak and wintry place, landed the toys that dd not provide pleasure. Not jut the faulty vibrators but the broken and ill-fitting humans, too.

Santa had a full load, with men who talked too much during sex, men who would nor reciprocate oral, women who held out for weeks on end, those with no imagination, the emotionally needy, the passive-aggressive  and the Bible-thumpers.

He dropped of without fail every year sizable numbers these misfits, until the Island was packed with people that were not fit for sexual consumption.

Luckily, Santa had ingenious elves who were able to claim more of the barren peaks for them, so they all fit.

So, make your  list and check it twice. Santa will gladly pick up any sexual reject that needs to be exiled.

Flimsy

She stood in the dim light, waiting, biting her glossed bottom lip. Nervous, delighted, a bit unsure.

He said he would be there at 19.00 sharp, which meant be there ready to please, at least 15 minutes early.

Closing her eyes, she gripped the backrest of the chair. Breathing softly through her nose, she sought her center.

Slight, imperceptible. The click of the door opening.

With a practiced ease she did not feel, stepped over to the settee.  Leaning forward, one knee raised to support her weight, she  bowed her head.  Presenting her ass to him, a sleek sculpture made of flesh and muscle.

He walked and stood behind her.

As usual, no words, only breath echoing between them, against the walls.

The heat of his hand, held just over her trembling left cheek, tightened in anticipation of the beating to come.

Master Handsome

The young man was both exhilarated and sweating after his long hours of dancing in the busy club. His ears were still ringing from the music and he wore a big grin on his face just thinking about the gorgeous guy that was there earlier in the night. All he knew about him was that he was over six feet tall, sandy hair, hazel eyes that seemed to glow like amber at times, and single name – Mr. Handsome. He laughed at first then he realized that the guy was serious. Lost in his thoughts, he did not realize that there was someone walking behind him. Just as he was about to unlock his car, he saw a shadow and turned around swiftly. It was him. Mr. Handsome. His eyes glimmered briefly in the bright street light of the parking lot.

He smiled and extended his hand to the young man and begged his forgiveness upon forgetting his name. The young man said “James” and felt a quiver of excitement through his body as he withstood the hot stare of Mr. Handsome. They chatted for a few minutes about the club and how Mr. Handsome rarely goes to that sort of place because of all the people that he finds terribly boring and dull. James asked Mr. Handsome if he would like to come over for a night cap and Mr. Handsome agreed.

When they reached the house, James immediately excused himself and went to freshen up in the bathroom. He saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror and was aroused by the bright eyes and flushed cheeks. He changed clothes into fresh jeans and a faded black t-shirt from some concert years ago and emerged to find Mr. Handsome sitting on a chair in the living room with an enigmatic smile.

James nervously rubbed his hands on his jeans and blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

Is your name really Mr. Handsome? It is such a strange name that I thought it was maybe a pick-up line or something, James asked in a breathy voice.

Mr. Handsome smiled and looked around the room slowly before answering.

My name is Master Handsome and no, it is not a pick-up line, and yes, you will be my slave tonight.

James felt a moment of panic. What was he thinking to invite a total stranger over to his house? Didn’t his mother warn him about that constantly? She feared her darling boy would be taken advantage of by some older, crazy man.

MasterHandsome smiled warmly at James and asked him to sit next down on the floor by his legs. James laughed out loud. Master Handsome continued smiling with those glittering eyes of his and beckoned with his hand and told James he would not bite him.

James felt his body acquiesce to the spoken words and was more than a little surprised at finding himself kneeling on the floor. Soft strokes through his hair made his scalp tingle and he soon relaxed into a dreamy state of arousal.

You are so beautiful, Master Handsome whispered to him.

James felt himself become hard. He wanted to hear more of the honeyed words that Mr. Handsome spoke.

You know that, though, don’t you? Master Handsome said. You know how beautiful and full of life you are. It is what drew me to you.

James leaned against Master Handsome’s leg. He heard a soft whimper. Was that him or Master Handsome?

Master Handsome unzipped his pants and James turned to find a large, engorged cock staring him right in the face. His mouth watered. Master Handsome firmly, but gently, told James to suck on it. James felt a brief resistance and then the insistent hand of Master Handsome pushed his head onto his cock. He sucked it greedily and eagerly. He felt his arousal shoot up as Master Handsome told him what a good job he was doing and how James was special to serve his Master like that.

James whimpered. Yes, he wanted to serve this dark, mysterious Master more than anything. His own cock swelled and he reached between his legs to stroke it but the Master would not let him.

No, James, this is about my pleasure first. You will get your own soon enough.

Just the thought was enough for James to suck with more intensity. Soon Master Handsome had him stripped of all their clothes and was pinching his nipples and spanking him with his hand and then soon the belt from his pants.

James squirmed and whined but he was so aroused. He sucked on Master Handsome’s cock again and was soon begging for release. He was roughly flipped with his blushing cheeks in the air and immediately felt the full thrust of Master Handsome’s cock in his tight ass. Thrust after thrust he wanted to cum so badly but Master Handsome had told him he had to beg for it and mean it.

Finally, James cried out in desperation. Please!

His orgasm came over him in waves and they were both panting and sated. James was amazed at the intensity of it.

Master Handsome made James remove the condom and clean off his cock with a warm, wet towel and promised him that they would meet again.

James watched Master Handsome drive away and shivered. He would certainly sleep well tonight.

Naughty Mrs. Peabody

Mrs. Peabody struggled with her bonnet as she stepped out into the blustery wintry morning, her eyes blinking at the flurries of snow that wisped along the street. Straightening the ribbons beneath her chin, Mrs. Peabody pulled her heavy coat more firmly about her and headed down the street to a small bookstore on the corner. Her late husband, Mr. Elden Peabody, had left her a rather large fortune upon his untimely demise several years ago. Well, untimely for him, she snorted. Elden Peabody had been the richest man in town and was quite envied by most of the town’s eligible, and ineligible, men when he somehow managed to marry the beautiful only child of the president of the local bank.

Mrs. Peabody smiled to herself. Such a shame that Elden left her after seven years of marriage. And childless, too. She managed to stall her would-be suitors by declaring that her undying love for Elden would prevent her from ever giving away her heart, or her hand, in marriage. As if she would willingly trot down that path again!

A quiver of excitement shot through her body. These days, she had a more important task than that of someone’s wife. Oh, indeed, her role of instructor was one she savored more. Each season, she chose a different student to tutor. She was quite skilled and delighted in passing along her knowledge to eager young men.

Standing at the door waiting for her was her newest pupil Robert Moore. At just barely eighteen, he was long, lanky, and perfect in every way. She waited for him to close the door with a small smile. When he turned, she could see that his desire for her was impressive.

“Good morning, Mrs. Peabody. I-I trust you had a g-g-good night’s rest?”

His cheeks were aflame and his eyes were wide and bright with anticipation. Mrs. Peabody continued smiling and ran a black-gloved finger along his jaw.

“Oh, yes, Robert. I had a most enjoyable night’s rest. Did you enjoy your night’s rest? Hmm?”

Robert felt his cock pushing against the front of his pants. Yesterday she had aroused him to such a frenzy and then said that he needed to learn to control his arousal, thus, she would not engage in sexual relations with him. His was not a night of rest. He burned for her and wanted to do nothing more than to take her in his arms and bury his cock deep inside her yielding pussy.

Mrs. Peabody took his silence as response enough and proceeded to remove her bonnet, gloves, and coat. Robert turned to the lock on the door and turned the sign around before following Mrs. Peabody to the room in the back where he slept.

“Now, Robert, do show me what you learned yesterday about removing a woman’s clothing. I shall be most displeased if you cannot do so quickly and smoothly.”

Robert willed his fingers to steady themselves as he removed the various layers of Mrs. Peabody’s attire. Through the layers of lace and ribbons and silk, he stroked and squeezed her body. She pulled the pins from her hair and he pressed his face into her neck.

“Mmm, wonderful, Robert. Now, today you get to perform oral sex on me. Do you remember what we discussed?”

Robert nodded and carefully lifted the nearly naked Mrs. Peabody onto his bed. All she wore were the sheer stockings that came only to mid-thigh and were held by small ribbons. Using his mouth and fingers, he soon removed even those. Her scent was so heady and rich and full that he felt himself near the precipice. Without being told, however, he slowed down his movements and concentrated on the wondrous folds between her thighs as he had learned. His desire was to arouse her to the same intensity as his own.

He spread her lips as his tongue delved deep within her moist pussy. Her thick juices soon covered his lips and tongue and her hands pressed firmly against his head. Mrs. Peabody moaned and ground her pussy against young Robert’s eager mouth.

“Now! Robert, now!”

Robert pulled his clothes off so quickly he heard a rip in his shirt, but he did not care. He felt her long smooth fingers grip him firmly, stroking him, before guiding him into her open cunt. Robert groaned at the overwhelming pleasure of her tight pussy gripping his cock. Her hands squeezed his ass, urging him to move. Long, slow, and deep he thrust into her. He watched with desire as her breasts moved with each thrust of his hips. Soon he was thrusting harder and faster. Her nails clawed at his back, he legs wrapped around his body. Robert felt the quiver of her pussy around his cock and felt his cock swell as he exploded inside her. Collapsing, Robert felt the thick juices of their lovemaking. The air was filled with the scent of it.

Mrs. Peabody lay beneath her young protege’s firm body and smiled to herself. Yes, today was going to be a very good day.

Dressed

I was pleased to see him. Looking splendid, standing out from the crowd.

We smiled slightly, nodded politely, kept our eyes from each other, hesitant to give off signals.

After so long, so many stolen hours of pleasure, we dare not be exposed.

After my date was occupied, soaked with champagne and distracted by the nubile charms of a baby faced sexpot, I slipped away.

Waiting for you, anxious, those few moments felt like hours.

Then you were calling my name softly, as you entered the room, your subtle scent of bergamot and oranges filling the air.

Rushing to you, throwing myself in your arms, I feasted upon your lips.

I knew the routine, however.

Obediently I turned my back to you, waiting… barely breathing. Remembering the burn from last time, how every time I sat upon my chair to fix my hair, the discomfort of my ass was a present from you.

Trembling, I stood there.

Waiting.

For you hands to touch me and my mind to expand.

then comes a stranger

The door slammed shut. Her eyes flew open as she lay still on the bed. Heavy foot steps slowly made their way up the stairs. The loud thumping of her heart pounded frantically against her breast. Frozen in fear, she waited quietly, hoping that the intruder would go away. But she knew he wouldn’t. He never did. He came at random times with no discernible pattern. Some weeks he came to her every night while other times he would go an entire month without so much as a tap on her door. He never told her his name. He never asked for hers.

The foot steps paused at the top of the stairs. He always paused at the top of the stairs. It always made her more anxious. She threw back the covers and backed up towards the window. Her eyes were fixated on the door knob as it slowly turned. He stood before her, a dark shadow looming in the night, unmoving. Though she could not see his eyes, she could feel the blatant stare of them on her. The clock ticked the long, slow seconds while he razed her body with his eyes. She lifted her hand against the base of her neck. He entered her room and closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock jarring the silence in the room.

His long legs crossed the space between them with just a few short steps. She could feel his breath on her forehead. Her nipples hardened and strained against the thin fabric of her tank top. He gently eased her arm down, his thumb caressing the side of her breast. Carefully, he knelt down before her, his strong arms encircling her body as he pressed his face against her most private of parts and inhaled deeply. She could not help the shudder that passed through her. His warm breath seeped deep within her when he exhaled against her. Leaden arms hung limply by her sides. The weight of her long dark hair pulled on her head, causing it to fall back. His hands cupped her backside and moved in small circles. Fingers edged up close to the waist of her sleeping pants. A soft tug and the waistband slipped over the curves of her hips and ass, revealing the pale ivory of her panties. Through the sheer fabric over her moist slit, he kissed her with his lips and tongue, tasting her wetness. Her knees buckled under the pressure of his mouth. She clung to his shoulders in an effort to keep herself standing.

With a swiftness that elicited a little moan from her lips, he bent her knees with his arms and carefully laid her down upon the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought the urge to bury herself underneath the false security of the blankets. A sound like someone gasping for breath filled her ears. It was her own panting and desire that flooded her aural senses.

When she finally found the courage and strength to open her eyes, he stood before in all his naked glory. The core of his desire for her rose hard and proud before her eyes. His hand stroked and pumped on his hard cock, his breathing heavy and full of passion. All coherent thought fled even the smallest caverns of her mind.

He lowered himself onto her taut body and slipped her panties into a creamy puddle on the floor. His hands slid up and slowly ripped her top from top to bottom, leaving her naked and writhing beneath his hard hot body. Every inch of her body was soon covered in warm, wet kisses leaving her body aflame. He spread her thighs and slipped his tongue in between the swollen wet folds of her pussy. Her fingers pulled on his hair. His head snapped up and he pulled her up roughly against him, pressing his lips hard against her mouth taking her tongue into his mouth. She resisted his hold, but was no match for his strength. He squeezed her soft breast, twisting her nipple fiercely. She cried against his mouth and felt the flood of moisture fill her pussy. He slammed her down against the bed and sucked hard on her breasts, his fingers spreading her pussy lips apart.

She bucked against his fingers. He withdrew them and slipped them into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his fingers, tasting herself. He flipped her onto her stomach and kissed her neck, shoulders, and back. His hands gripped her hips as he lifted her ass, licking her pussy from behind. Her nails gripped the bed sheets and then she felt him enter her swiftly and deeply. She arched her back and could not contain the low moan the slipped past her lips.

Deep and long, he filled her, fucking her slowly. His hands crept up her back to pull her hair back and she moaned again. Her fingers moved between her legs to touch her clitoris but he was too quick for her. He let go of her hair and grasped her wrists with one hand and fucked her harder and faster. She cried out softly.

With one final push, he came within her in a torrent of cum. Her pussy quivered and pulsed around his cock. Her legs were drenched with the power of their joined orgasm. Slowly he released her and kissed her back and shoulders. He walked away and returned with a wet towel and bathed her gently in the dark, quiet room. Then, just as swiftly as he had come, he was gone. The rawness between her legs the only memory of his love-making. Until the next time.

At play

Away from the the crush, the maddening crowd, we slip past.

The lights are low, sounds soft. People are just getting started, pairing up.

Close to you, I feel your cock stiffen, rise against me.  Throbbing against my naked hip, urging me to pay attention.

As we kiss, I hear the sighs. Couples, couples plus one, doubled couples, daisy chains.

All fucking, sucking, licking, edging closer to cumming.

With a smile, you pull me away, to the chessboard.

“Baby, play with me,” you say, and I readily agree.

As the game progresses, so the the heat, the sounds of others. There pleasure washes like a mist across my bare feet, leaves trails across the cleft of my exposed ass.

But we keep playing, intent on who will win.

At some point, I am barely aware of the moans, the sounds, which reach a crescendo.

All that is left is the soft contentment of people who have gotten off in ways they crave, in ways of which they have dreamed.

Fingering them, these beautiful pieces that have been touched by others, we continue.

Until all that is left is for us to do the same.

Such a good girl

Musings on Goody Two Shoes, circa 1766 and a Moral life lesson, part two.

Little Ms Goody-Two shoes was rescued from the shame of penury by a gracious wealthy man.

She was so poor, she only had one pair of platform stripper shoes. Poor girl, she.

Once the kind gentleman brought her a pair, her heart filled with joy, which spilled from her lips to the ears of others.

Later in life, she became a professional dance teacher and the fortunate wife of a rich widower.

Unlike some other girls, she followed the house rules and did not have sex in the Champagne Room.

Virtue and perseverance are rewarded, as we have oft heard.

Let us formulate a new lesson, as it stands:

A pampered head makes a sweetly sucking Mouth.
Don’t close your lips upon another man’s hard cock.

A raging hard-on is Folly, unless a wise woman hath the use of it.
Use silk sheets, hot words and ride until your heart is content

Parted pussy lips catch more cum than naked tits.

To shag a duplicitous ex’s loyal friend is truly the best revenge.

Vigour in the 69 position is a cure for all arguments.

Where the vibrator goes, pleasure will follow.

Note for cheaters: When one’s deluded spouse enters the hotel room, one’s divorce lawyer had better be near the courthouse door.

Lingerie is Fortune’s right Hand, and  doggy-style is her left.

Save much of your cash allowance, or you ne’er will be worth a buck when your sugar daddy refuses with you to further fuck.