The Velvet Reading Room

Words to lust after

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Moments #6

Planted in the high back chair, you sit, held in place. My fist wrapped in your hair keeps your head lifted, eyes on me.

Fingers slick and glistening, moving fast, they force another groan from you.

The wet slap, slap, slap of my palm against your cunt reverberates around the sparse room.

Eyes pleading, looking up at me, wanting, needing. But what exactly?

For me to carry on pounding my fingers into that hungry needy hole, or for me to relent and let you come?

Right now, that doesn’t concern me. All I want is to see the need in you grow with every thrust of my fingers.

Pretty eyes looking up at me show me not the window to your soul, but instead a flaming need to be used, to be taken, to be mine.

My hand moves, you groan, your need grows, there is nothing else that matters in this moment.

Ellipsis

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Moments #5

The early morning sunlight halos your hair as you stand at the sink washing the coffee cups. I sit at the table opposite and watch you work, long hair messily tussled down your back.

The light glints, picking out stray strands, because coffee was more important than coiffure. As you move one cup from the sink to the side to dry, you reach across and my t-shirt rides up, a glimpse of curves peeks out below.

I step up quietly behind you, bare feet making no noise on the cold stone floor, and I gather your hair into one sudden bunch. A twist of thick hair, and years of practice and I have a neat little leash wrapped around my hand.

The noise from the sink stops, you say nothing, standing there, paused and quiet. Flicking my wrist I guide your head back and to the side, the curve of your neck unfolding in front of me.

My mouth follows the sweeping lines I’ve just exposed. My hand continues to twist as I place slow deep kisses from neck to chin, finally finding your mouth as I complete your arc.

Your lips are open, an eager tongue wraps around mine as I taste your coffee and warmth. With a final bite of your lower lip, my hand moves again, pushing you down, over the sink.

I move closer, wedging you up against the worktop and cupboards. Your legs already wide. Such a good girl. My free hand sliding along your thigh and finding those curves I glimpsed earlier.

Curve makes way to heat, and my fingers easily slide into the hot folds I find there. I tighten on your leash as my fingers explore, welcomed and pulled in by hungry flesh.

Slow careful strokes, gentle caresses, fingers coated in need. As I move, you moan, little gasps which rise as my hand gathers pace. Faster, harder, deeper. You rise up onto your toes as my care turns to greed.

Faster, harder, deeper. Fingers glistening, another slides inside as you roll your hips back against me. My other hands increases the pressure, holding you down against the countertop. I want you to know this is service, that this is mine to take, mine to give, yours to receive.

Your moans rise in concert with the wet slap of my hand against your cunt. A little shout as the sharp pain cuts across the pleasure of my fingers that had been inside you. Another quick slap against your cunt, and then I am back inside.

Taking you further I can hear the moment rising in your sounds, and then you crash over. You let go, shouting as you come, writhing in the moment, body and voice shaking as the wave begins to subside. The slap across your backside rings out on across the stone floor.

I pull you up, your hair still wrapped in my hand, as I coat your lips from my fingers dipped in you. Kissing you then, tasting you, sharing you, your mouth still greedy, still needful. I let go of your hair and slide my arms around you, tight to me. Mine.

Awakened now you start to move against me. Wanting more. I know you. I know what you need. What you want. Greedy little hips starting to grind, hands grabbing at the waist of my shorts.

I break the kiss. Slapping away your hands.

“Uh uh” a say with a smile as I step back a pace.

“Make me another coffee first, and then maybe, just maybe you can have some more.”

I know as I stand there, my shorts doing a great impression of a circus tent, those words hold very little weight that you would be denied anything you want.

But you are a good girl, you smile a wicked grin, kiss me lightly on the cheek and turn on your heel towards the espresso machine.

As you reach for the cups, I’m convinced your choice of the top shelf was your way of paying me back as you stretch that little bit extra.

The circus is not leaving town anytime soon.

Ellipsis

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Moments #4

As you slip my belt out from around my waist, you look up and whisper,

“You are going to need that later”

I just catch the smile on your lips as you twist around, to display the glory I am lucky enough to call mine.

Ellipsis

[velvet-reading-room]

Wow. 13 years. You would think I could have written a book in that time. Or even a novella, maybe a story that was more than just a couple of pages.

I suppose I have overall. But none of it is consistent, just a bundled jumble of words and thoughts.

Maybe one day the inclination, the focus, the drive and the time will all come together to make that happen.

To be honest I’ve been here longer than that, but this was when I created a blog just for words no pictures, which might seem odd for a Tumblr blog. But that is why this one is here.

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Moments #3

The warmth of the night still hangs over us, the buzz of the bars and the amber light of the busy street just an arms length away.

But all of that is forgotten as I take that first slow taste of your lips. They part, and you greet the tip of my tongue with yours. This is unhurried, passion held in check, at least for now.

Tentative touches, deliberately delicate, just exploring how the other reacts to each caress. I search further, lips moving across your cheek, the shape of your ear, the long sweep of neck I’ve been admiring all night.

My hands come alive, fingers slipping beneath your curls and turning your head, chin pushed high. As one hand wraps those curls tight, I bite harder, kiss and nip, little sparks of pain following the curve your neck.

It takes no effort to lift you a moment, the light summer dress performing pirouettes with the movement as I push you back against cold brick.

Your hands respond, finding my face, fingers masking my cheeks as fingertips play in my hair. That slow tentative exploration is falling away to something more urgent.

My hips grind against yours, you respond, legs parting with need. I can feel the fire and heat. Your thigh rising up, demanding, as that little blue hem floats away, letting my hand grasp handfuls of you.

My fingers are greedy, needy, searching and when they find their target, they are unrelenting. I’ve lost my decorum and they slip deep inside, a bitten lip my reward. But you need this as much as I do, kissing me deeper, your hands pulling and searching for their own prize.

Your whole body tightens as my fingers continue to slip and slide, you bite back again, my shoulder your prey. Tension rising, little gasps coming faster. Your grip tightens, pulling me in closer, damn you’re strong.

The wet slap bites you back, a shock out of the moment. Another. Just to be sure. Your fingers digging in just as I pull away.

The amber light from the distant street light still picks out your features, the glint in your eyes, searching for an answer. Difficult to tell if it’s curiosity or annoyance that is glaring back at me.

You taste sweet on my fingers, as I hold your gaze.

And just like that, you grab my wrist, pulling my hand to your mouth, not missing a beat. As you carefully, slowly, deliberately clean my fingers one by one, your eyes never leave mine.

“Let’s get another drink”

And with that, you are pulling me back towards the light, my hand in yours, my heart as well.

Ellipsis

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Moments #2

I watch as you fold, kneeling on the bed, prostrating yourself in front of me. I adore the view, the glorious swell of your hips, your curves calling to me.

At first to devour you with just my eyes is enough, I want this moment burned into my memory. Taking in each sumptuous vista, the sweep of flesh in front of me, tantalising, tempting me.

Marvelling that soon enough all of this will be mine to posses and explore.

And as much as I want to lay my hands on you, to take you now, fulfil my needs now to taste those curves and discover what wonders they hide, I wait.

Instead I watch, imagining the thoughts running through your mind. You have offered yourself up, put yourself on display, intimately exposed, vulnerable. I can only guess where your head is right now. No noise, no reaction from me, only silence.

Anticipation is a glorious mind fuck.

I let the quiet continue to roll over you, seep into you, let it filter deeper into your thoughts. This moment is not about the quick fulfilment of bodily desires, it is about honouring what you have gifted me. And giving you the time to reflect on that choice.

I do not waste the silence, I am greedy in taking in all that is before me, as avid a scholar as there has ever been. And as much as I study your body, mine responds, growing my carnal needs.

Finally I break the silence with leather sliding through belt loops and the slow, deliberate pop of a button fly signalling my intent.

And as I relent, fingers sliding deep inside you, I no longer need to guess where your mind has gone in these quiet moments. Your accompanying low groan calling not to the intellectual, but the beast.

Enough study, it is now time to act.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

Moments #1

Fingers grasping a handful of hair,

A twist of my wrist to expose your neck,

A pleasing gasp slips between the grin on your lips,

My mouth devours the curve of your neck.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

Fragments

I survive on fragments. Flickers of the past lighting darker moments of the present. Crumbs of memories sustaining a withered soul.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

Anticipation

The little gasps in my ear, tick along with my throbbing cock.

Squeezed tight up against the wall I can feel the heat of your body leak into mine.

You parted your legs for me like a good girl does, but my hand stays poised, because I’m not a good man.

Your wrists wriggle in my grip, so I tighten it, all while your hips wiggle against mine, and I refuse it.

A finger tip. The barest touch of my little finger on that soft thigh. The gasps turn to a groan. My smile into a grin.

Fuck, I love being evil.

Your chest pulses against mine. Thump, thump, thump. Little flutters of need. My scared little rabbit.

And because you want, I wait.

I’m ever so much a patient bastard.

A fingertip touch again. This time I’m gifted with a smear of need. You betray yourself. Such a needy girl. Your thigh damp even just from the thought of what is to come.

The barest whisper.

Did I imagine it?

“Please”

It’s a redundant plea. Sweet. But redundant.

Your needs are now not my concern. You signed that away when you told me what you wanted. To hand it all to me.

And while your wish was my command, you are now mine to command.

And my pleasure is to wait.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

Shape

Your wrists fit together so perfectly in my grip. The small of your back a handy resting place for such a neat little bundle.

The shape your hips make when your head is pinned low makes me believe in god.

What those curves do to me.

Oh the wicked plans that form in my mind as you whimper and squirm into the mattress. The devil would blush.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

Mine

Many use that word to mean possession and ownership. To imply that they have taken control of a thing, it is now theirs.

In our world it is often used to describe a plaything, to use as the owner see fit, to control and manipulate.

Too often it also means a lack of care, too many times the necessary implied protection is lost to those who aren’t reading between the lines.

For me, when you are mine, I am yours. It is mutual. And all the more powerful because of it.

The hand on the back of your neck is not control, but reassurance. And it gives me strength to place it there.

When I take control, it is not because you are not capable, because I know that you are, I take because you gift me that power.

When I take what I want, it is not without the understanding that it has already been given and desired.

Mine.

When I say you are mine, I hear the words echoed back to me, even though your lips don’t move, it is your eyes that tell me.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

More

Snuggled into the crook of your arm, I listen to the early morning rain drum against the window.

There are other sounds which join the pitter patter.

The crisp flick of paper as you turn the page of your book.

The slow subtle inhale of a lazy Sunday breath, whether it is yours or mine I find it hard to tell.

And then there are things that are soundless but equally keep my attention;

Your fingers curling absentmindedly in my hair slowly stroking my forehead, twisting and twirling along with the words as you read.

My fingers, hidden away, curiously curl between your thighs, fingertips damp and playful.

Sleepily I drift, soporific from your attention, my movements slowing, I drift away for a moment.

Only to be pulled back by your fingers sharp tug in my hair. “More” barely whispered over the clean swoosh of another page turning.

I respond with my own sharper movement, a little gasp from you my reward. Your own fingers slow, I hear no more page turns, only the little gasps of pleasure and I know your eyes have closed, your book forgotten for now.

Ellipsis

[youmakemeneedyou]

Together

In the dark recesses of the club shapes shifted and pulsed. An indistinct curve of body would momentarily catch the dim light, only to submerge once again back into the depths of dark writhing flesh.

This was new for both of us, and you had held my hand from the moment we had left the house, never once letting go. Entering through the doors of the club wasn’t threatening, those we met were welcoming, it felt safe. But this was so different from anything we had experienced before, despite knowing exactly what to expect.

With eyes adjusting to the dim glow, more details begun to appear, the dark mass was actually distinct smaller groups, couples or just individuals standing watching lost in their own moments. I quietly chuckled to myself as the image of some thriving pile of bodies engaged in some Roman orgy fell away to the reality.

The tug on my hand surprised me a little as you pulled us closer to those darker corners. My body reacting quickly to the sights and sounds brought into focus. It wasn’t just bodies now, but mouths, fingers, and other details slipping over and inside one another.

I looked at you, your features glimmered in the amber lighting, entranced by the scene in front of you. Mouth slightly open, eyes glinting from more than the feeble light in the room. The fingers of your free hand unconsciously twirling the free strands of your hair, slow movements in time with the thrusting hips in those dark corners.

The hand holding mine relaxes its grip, your fingers slowly slipping away from mine. I wonder for a moment if you have lost yourself totally to the scene. But then there in the dark, hidden away, I feel the touch of your hand slide across my hips, fingers searching and tracing the bulge pushing against its material cage.

My arm wraps your hip, pulling you a little closer, reminding you I’m close, wanting you tight to me. Fingers find their way behind my button fly, while my hand grips your gently gyrating hip which betrays your need.

In the dark, lost in another world of lust, you turn to me, your lips crushing mine as your fingers signal urgency in their movements. The writhing bodies, other souls wandering that dark space, are forgotten. There is only you and me, wrapped in the heated atmosphere of this space, together but apart.

All thoughts of anyone else is lost in greedy fingers, hard flesh and hot need. Each movement all the more delicious because we both know we might be another’s dark writhing shape. But that care is gone, only we matter right now, our needs, our desires.

And oh my god do I need you right now, in the dark.

Ellipsis

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Drenched

The doorway was dark and only just wide enough to keep the downpour from getting us any more soaked. To be honest it felt a little pointless, we were already wet through but with no sign of the rain stopping I think some deep human need had taken over and forced us to find shelter.

Sheets of rain obscured the rest of the empty street. It looked like we had been the only ones crazy enough to risk a walk home. Any taxis had long dissolved into little black puddles lost now in the maelstrom of little rivers running down the street.

Still, I didn’t mind, you were next to me, hair plastered around your face and a happy smile peeking out. Wine, good friends and food along with the mad dash through the rain had brought you alive. I loved that look on your face, bright and buzzing, I could feel your excitement.

The sudden flashboom right above took us both by surprise but you are quicker at grasping hold of me. So I laugh, pulling you closer, declaring my protection for you, raising my voice over the sound of the rain drumming on the nearby parked cars. Secretly I’m happy to have you close, a safe presence against the storm, your body pushed against mine.

Bang. Another even louder explosion above and this time we both grab hold. I’m left with an image of your face burned into my brain as the clouds flash night into day. Every line and curve of your beautiful smile in that moment ingrained into my memory.

You’re wet through, the light dress clinging to every curve and shape. You push tighter against me, not looking for warmth but something else, I can feel the tight hardness of your nipples pressing against my chest as your lips find mine.

I push back against you, my hands searching through drenched cloth to find something more deliciously wet. The violence of the storm has turned you wild. You grab my wrist pushing my fingers deeper, I respond curling inside you, and I’m rewarded with a gasp I can hear over the rain as my hand starts its own drumming rhythm.

My other hand is wrapped in long wet locks, I pull your head back to better taste your neck, skin slick with rain. More groans as I push harder still, mixing my fingers and teeth to satiate our mutual need.

Despite, or maybe because of, the confines of the doorway, your greedy hands are unbuckling my jeans, fingers grasping, freeing me, guiding me. It is urgent, rushed, despite the passion we know the curtain of rain would not hide us if someone else was mad enough to risk venturing out in the downpour.

The sensation is unique, the warmth of being inside you, drenched in you, while soaked to skin by the autumn rain. It is over in moments, my fingers already having brought you towards the edge, my excitement too much to contain. It was all we needed in this moment. No finesse, nothing but feeding those greedy bodies and minds.

I find your lips again, more warmth, this time tongues playing while hands hurriedly rearrange clothes. I can taste the smile on your mouth. You laugh as I roll back against the doorway.

And it’s only then that I realise the storm has blown itself out, mirroring our own flurry in the darkness. The last of the rain falls delayed from reaching the ground by branches, gutters and rooftops.

I grab your hand and lead you through the rain soaked street, both smiling like children who’ve spent the last hour splashing through those puddles that now pattern the pavement. Neither of us try to avoid them, why bother, we are both soaked through anyway.

Ellipsis

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Destroy

Destroy is the wrong word.

Consume might be better. There are times when I want to, no need to, consume you. To absorb your being, to fully devour every part of you.

Devour. Better still. Consume is too polite, too measured. Devour is rabid, unhinged in its need to leave nothing untouched.

There are days when I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to be considerate. I just need to slam you against the wall, clawing your clothes away from you.

Forcing you across the table, spreading you apart, taking what I need, while wrenching handfuls of flesh. Bite and claw. Devour. Gorge. Feast.

To leave nothing untouched. Nothing untasted.

It is only after that red mist of lust has dropped that I see you, rather than just what is mine. Leaving you sweaty and bruised, but still an exhausted smile framed by your tussled hair.

Destroy is destruction, to break down, leave less than it was. Fuckboys will tell you that is what they will do to you. Fuck them.

I want to imbibe you, to so fully experience you, you become part of me, to fully know you. And after, we are both more than when we started. The act of consuming, devouring brings us closer together, there is no divide.

Sometimes destroy is too weak, too feeble for what I really need from you.

Ellipsis

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Found

Wrapped in you I find myself, sinking deeper inside I know this is where I am meant to be.

Bodies still shaking, my throbbing slows until you have only the memory, but you know I remain within. In that intimacy we find comfort from the world.

Entangled, hot, spent, curling into one another as sleep grabs me, content to accept slumber in your arms.

Ellipsis