Posts Tagged ‘lust’


Posted: July 22, 2016 in Erotica
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It ebbs and flows, a rushing cascade of unleashed emotions, a swirling maelstrom of unstoppable power. The first sting of lust is like a epiphany of the flesh, the revelation of an ancient power that roams the halls of a house made out of desire.

There is no denying when this force takes you over, when it grips and seizes your mind and soul. Its sheer kinetic energy fuels life, laying waste to morals and restrain.

From the eldritch shadows of me it emerges, a handsome vampire that needs to feed its thirst every night. An organic creature that breathes and lives on unspeakable fluids, old as time itself. Muscles and sinew and bone become an instrument of longing and desire, casting a different light on a world that most don’t see.

It is a restless beast, a sleeping giant that never slumbers, but lies awake, prowling the hallowed waterfalls of the mind, looking for her.

The soul becomes a vagabond, a nomad of the night, dancing without sleeping, breathing to the rhythm of a mystifying lover.

Then the soul touches down on a soft navel, and it glides, spreading its wings around, and lust awakens with a grinning howl. The connection is immediate, and the senses glisten and swell, and there is a slow dance that becomes a throe, and then there is blossoming screams that long for more.

There is heavy breathing at midnight, and the soul of lust sighs with bated anticipation, wielding its mighty power with the pride of a thousand thrusts. And then there is no self-control, once you give yourself to your own overriding want. And her own, and she’ll take what she wants and needs from you, in a candlelit ceremony of yielding sensuality. Once that soulful lust gives into temptation, the gates of Hades crash open, and a rush of wind underneath your skin blows the curtains sky high, and the fires that burn low turns into an inferno, and the mist of hesitation fades away, giving way to the power of the Gods, a power that shines as bright as the stars and knows no bounds.

The first kiss binds the energies, blood for lust, and lust for blood, and the words that are unspoken hang in between and fade away, melting into one another. There is heat, and there is untamed behavior. The zest for life uncoils from its own moorings and springs into overdrive, tangling itself in a communion of fire and flesh.


Posted: June 17, 2015 in Erotica
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The female took on a new shape, half human, half something else. One could be forgiven for seeing a goddess in her. She crawled over on all fours, her movements swiftly graceful and elegant, like a panther’s. Her long, long tresses, white as snow, trailed behind as she stalked the shifting male.

The female’s eyes glowed dark green, close to obsidian. There was an eldritch fire blazing in them, primordial, basic; the fire of eternal and unabated lust for wild sex.

The female closed the distance between her and the male. Her naked body, ghostly pale but perfectly shaped, oozed pheromones. The skin, taut and young and white, captured the moonlight and reflected it all around her as she moved closer to her quarry. High up in the dusky sky, a shooting star described a perfect arc and left a scorched path behind.

The male offered no resistance when she wrapped herself around him. The female’s body slowly coiled itself around his, long strands of white hair circling his thick legs, his chest, and his cock. He was ready for her.

The male’s shifting subsided, his body now fully dominated by hers. He put up no resistance.

She bared her lips, revealing long, sharp teeth as white as the rest of her, and for a moment it seemed as if she would just use them to tear a chunk of male flesh. Instead, the teeth parted and let a forked tongue, crimson red in color, slide out. She used this unholy appendage to lick his entire body, slowly, greedily. The look of lust and potent desire blazing in her eyes, unmistakable.

She took her time, her pale body gracefully sliding around his, pleasuring him. The probing tongue found the male’s shaft, and hesitated not in avidly lapping it up and down. To this, the male moaned, a low sound from the deepest part of him.

His shape was now fully human. The contrast between his tanned skin and her ghostly white flesh appeared at odds, and yet, there was a enthralling beauty about it. Any onlookers would have been immediately captivated by the forbidden passion of such scene.

The female arched her body backwards, allowing herself to be entered by him as her unnaturally long arms supported her weight. The male took charge, using his powerful muscles to hold her body upright, and as his hard cock journeyed inwards, she moaned deeply, urgently. The sound wasn’t quite human, but its meaning was clear, nonetheless. ‘I enjoy this’, it said.

The female’s eyes blazed more intensely as he fucked her, her long white mane always wrapped tightly around his body. Their interbreed union was perfect, the barriers of passion broken through by lust and desire.

They fucked through the long night, breaking off their savage embrace only when exhaustion set in. The new day found the lovers still joined, the paleness of her finely shaped body peacefully asleep beside his.

There would be more shooting stars the following night, an astral fireworks display to punctuate every preternatural orgasm, every drop of life fluid shared, the raw energy of sex driving the lust for each other forward.