Much Further

When I think about us, its so rarely the act of interactions of our flesh.

Nor the feat of finding the parts of ourselves that make one moan.

It has never been the performance of pleasures I have sought out dear.

Always the look of just after on your face, that finds me fascinated.

My fingertips sliding up and down the curve of hip, and edge of lips.

I see clear the look of exhaustion and a deep desire to want me forever.

No deed undone, the anticipation over and we sink into a comfort.

Bliss; if you will, too subtle to salivate over and too hard to ever forget.

It is always that moment when we talk of nothing and much more.

That smile finds my parts that burn within my chest; you belong here.

No need to create a moment of passion as those will come, bounteous.

Furthermore its never been about the pursuit of being with you in bed.

I have only longed for the part where you fall asleep and in love with me.

                                                                                                                     © Jeph Rants

Quickly

"I'm horny", I whispered into the night.
She only barely moved as she fell back to sleep.
"I am serious" I stated more firm as my hand found her hip.
I heard her groan as she was too tired to take me now.
"I won't be quick" my tone more convincing.
Her way of waking was slow, but enough.
I rolled her form to me, then pressed lips to lips.
She did not fight, but wasnt' engaged quite yet.
"I must be inside of you" my attempt at letting her join.
No bother to fight, she knew well I wouldn't give up.
"Take me?" I stated, with a tone of questioning.
Only a whisper of agreement, then my hands moved quick.
I felt the warmth of flesh, and heat of her moisture.
Back arched; leaving only her shoulders and ass on the bed.
My digits pushing in and up, to arouse her.
"Too much", she proclaimed as I made my way with her.
Thats when I knew, by her tone, she was mine.
I had my way, she had hers too.
She sighed, and I pushed just one more thrust.
"I love you" she whispered.
To which I simply replied, "You must."

 
© Jeph Rants

Secrets with a wife.

It didn't seem to matter the time of day, the needs where the same. She would contact me and make claims of wants and desires. Mostly of wanting to be dominated, but in a way that would be safe. To escape from the settling that she had done years ago. I knew by all measurable standards it was wrong, yet here she stood at my doorstep wearing something meant to seduce. It wasn't hard to see her, and her need for something more than her life offered. I found it adorable the way she tried to use those tricks from her past to tease me. As if I needed a mask upon who she was to demand that I take absolute control. She would try and lead me on and then quickly claim that she shouldn't be. But yet here she was, at my door, seducing me. I did not, do not, feel the need to explain how or why I was willing to take such risk. She already knew it was far less for me than it was for her ideal of what risk was. Inviting her in; she closed the door shy, despite the way she had planned things to be. I offered her a drink and a seat, knowing she would accept anything I was willing to give. Some may think it egotistical to believe I could have such power, control, over another. I would be lying if I claimed to not know. The usual game of laughter and wit played out upon my couch. Her eyes never being able to hold fast to my own. She would touch me and then retract, worried or concerned with morals I suppose. The time past and I tired of watching her attempt to act as if she was here to talk. My hand on her wrist I pulled her towards my face. My lips to hers had to be forced as I needed to penetrate her excuses. Sliding my hand to the back of her neck I pulled, fingers lost upon her scalp and my other upon her waist. Even with such power I could not help but be lost in the way her tongue found mine. The way she breathed and her body moved under my control, possessed me. I made a fist of her hair and tugged at her body, I wanted to use her the way she had imagined. It moved fast after that, and she did little to stop me. In vane she would push my body away, but with little effort to convince me. Some power overtook us both, the way our hands moved. Despite her efforts to claim to want to only talk, her fingers found their way to my groin. The noises made where the same as if she was imagining the way I would feel once too deep inside. Her buttons pulled easily from her blouse, far easier than my hands move to between her barely parted legs. My grip firm on the flesh that blocked my passage to her growing warmth. A certain kind of arrogance gave me the power I needed to persuade her to open for me. My hand and tongue my tools, to move her into a rhythm that would allow me what I too needed. My confidence grew as did her guard let down. My persuasive moves only added to the power I held. Leaning into her, I began to push myself upon her flesh. Clawing and biting at her bits that where exposed beyond that of cloth. Her skirt did little to offer protection from my forward motions. Not that she did anything to resist the urges she, without secret, had wanted all along. She fed me; and in such a way that I could not help but want, need, to give her that which she longed for. I proceeded without cation. Listening close as I was encouraged by her gasp for air. My digits moved and pressed her parts, my behavior paralyzing her from even speaking a word. I manipulated her moisture to let my fingers and commands push her beyond her limits. Her gasp for air and her yearning for more did not discourage my acts. I cannot recall the exact moment that she tried to take back that control using her femininity. Yet it did not happen the way she intended, not after I had taken so much. With force I pushed deeper, wanting to draw from her loins that which duress had taken long ago. An impassioned response came as did she. Her release evidenced by that which now soaked my hand and further aroused my desires to move her along her path of wanting. I sat back upon the cushions and waited for her to catch her breath. A look of self satisfaction painted across my identity. She wanted to return the favor, to give back something to repay a debt. Not expecting that her own flavor placed into her mouth would be the return I desired. The swelling in my ego was not that of giving such pleasure at my hand. It was merely the knowledge of finding her wanting, that gave me pause to push even more.

 
© Jeph Rants

Dew like angle

I feel no heart in my chest as my foot shakes,
as if waiting for something to happen.
Watching closely at every detail of her body,
one by one more of her is exposed.
The churning of energy within me builds fast,
and yet I hold back just a little more.
Powerful longing for taking control agitates,
yet she does not look worried at all.
The rapid boil within my vane knows this,
her ego exposed with showing flesh.
The manifestation of what we waited for,
now being drawn out slowly.
She must know that I am going to hurt her,
by the way she bites her own lip.
The mask of kindness slips from my face,
ready to wield my power.
One last chance to test me and she does,
acting as if she is still able to ply.
My gaze holds her where I want her to be,
the smile removed.
This is our first time to exploit one another,
to forge my steal inside her deep.

                                    © Jeph Rants

Wire Pulling

She wanted me to dominate her every inch.

To make her beg and plead with her eyes.

Give her my alter and let her worship upon it.

It was more than the cloths she wanted torn.

More than the burn from teeth into her flesh.

She wanted to trust I wouldn't hurt her bad.

Then let me use her parts to quench my thirst.

I did not need words to control, just a gaze.

No doubts as to the power she could hold.

It made taking it all the more pleasurable.

Something about the way she yearned for it.

I could tell by the way she arched her back.

To have me go too far and deeply immersed.

The way she whimpered only added to it all.

Biting her lip and I could since her thirst weep.

Sliding my fingers along her scalp for guidance.

I teased her with my parts she hadn't yet had.

Keeping restraint as she struggled in her own.

Not to be free but to confirm it was real.

Her skin would give rise as I touched so soft.

My smirk a warning of the hand print to come.

Clenched were her eyes in preparation for it.

Yet she winched once my digits found home.

Exposed for nothing more than my pleasure.

Because that is the way she wanted for me.

I slipped my tongue between her lips hard.

Then took the only breaths that she had left.

My claws wandering about her responsive bits.

Those that would become rigid on my demand.

But only coming close to those that soak sheets.

I used her to get my own blood flowing fast.

Just the way her eyes had begged me before.

Now closed tight as if anticipating a move.

Her neck I take like reigns ready for a ride.

The quiver of her lips never whispered words.

Only the sounds of satisfaction at going too deep.

                                                                                                              © Jeph Rants

Consume Mate

She stopped by unannounced and rapped on my door by the moonlight.

I wasn't expecting her and wouldn't have known what to do if I did.

Even through the distortion of the looking glass she was so very angelic.

No paint on her face and her hair was simply pulled back, but gorgeous.

I kept my eyes focused even as my shaky hand gripped the lock.

She looked up just as my eyes found hers shining back in my direction.

No amount of modesty could have left doubt as to her wanted desire.

Her silk slip held her form just tight enough for me to see most of her.

Yet begged for me to lift it like a curtain in order to start the performance.

The smirk that was plain as to intentions made my blood move fast.

I realized I was staring, not speaking, and she was waiting for invitation.

Only with my sigh did she bite the edge of her lip and push her way in.

Her fingertips to my chest as she passed me and pushed me to my limits.

She slid them down but walked away before she felt her effects on me.

Her backside seemed to beg me to lay my palm brisk upon its flesh.

As if she could hear my thoughts she pushed it out slightly, tempting me.

Seductive in such a playful way that even she had to giggle at my sigh.

I wanted to ask why, but the answer would be one that I already knew.

And again as if she knew my thoughts she slipped away her covers.

To me she moved close and whispered only for me to take her.

So away from this world we went forgetting all we are supposed to be.

She let me use her to get out all that I had felt every time we talked.

I moved slow to find the spot she would feel safe to let go.

 

© Jeph Rants

our turn

You will have to take hold of me and put me inside.
The way you bite your lip will show me you are nervous.
I will take your hips and squeeze with my digits.
But you  are going to control the depth and the pace.
When you finally make it all fit and we are all in.
Slow long strokes where you squeeze at the base.
Pull up until you reach the point I almost escape.
Then roll your hips as you move back to take all of me.
I can already see you getting lost in the mix of us.
Finding that rhythm that will give us both our release.
My hips will thrust as that moment nears.
The sound of satisfaction will escape our mouths.
Mixed the gasp for air and calling for ever more.
You are going to have to keep going.
A climatic end is a tragedy when another waits.
I will take over and look upon you from above.
Wrapping my everything inside, you smile with a look.
Only to flutter your eye lids as we sink into a moment again.
You will have to take hold of me and let me stay forever inside.

© Jeph Rants