GARDEN WARRIORS



As seen in Forbidden Fruit

Copyright 2008, Rain Enterprises / Tilly Rivers Inc.





GARDEN WARRIORS

Her blonde hair was shorter then that of her auburn friend. The Garden Warriors were not as small as traditional fairies in height, while human in form their magical powers included the ability to blend in with the trees and garden shadows as if invisible.

Their beauty and form caused resentment and rivalry. Sadly even among the other fairies, pixies and sprites of their realm and home. “It is not fair” they would whine to the Gods and Goddess “Why do they have to be so beautiful and have such powers?”

Their answer was always this “The powers and beauty of the pair run deep, used only for the protection of what is theirs to safe keep.”

The strife became more and more unbearable and the two spent more and more time in the enchanted gardens alone, bathing in the water falls and letting the sun and wind kiss their skin instead of going back to the village. Always keeping, always protecting the true secret of the fairy dust to themselves and the trees.

They took their roles of being the guardians of the scared gardens and mystic waterfall very seriously. They loved this magical place, and the place loved them, worshiped them and gave them all they ever needed.

They were happy here.

Everything mystic in this world knew the names of the two dryad-like divinities, they knew their magic was stronger than any other source, yet it was always a temptation for all to want to try to seduce, trick or capture them for their own greedy needs.

All sought their power, none had succeeded.

This day the two were hidden, merged with the shadows and trees watching the two strangers who had dared to enter their water falls. The two communicated without the need of voice; their thoughts were one.

Disguised as the wind they watched these strangers. Once as youngsters they remembered a story being told of creatures called man. Two types of sexes like them, their forms shaped as them, but these creatures did not possess magical powers nor did they understand or respect the powers of life.

The red haired imp smiled and Violet understood her humor. “Yes Lily“she whispered on the wings of the wind to her friend “round ears are rather odd.”

That however is where “odd” ended.

These two were the men of their species, bodies sculptured. “Warriors of their land?” Lily’s breathe caught in her throat “Why do you think they are here Violet?”

Lost”

A danger to the garden? Us?”

No, they no nothing of this place, they are human.”

May we play with them? Please Violet I feel the matching desire in you. You are wet with the thought, eager as I am.”

Only if we can disguise who we are Lily for they must never know the truth of this place.” Violet stepped from the shadows tucking her hair around the tops of her ears carefully before walking to the edge of the falls where the men stood with their backs to them.

Lily too disguised her ears before stepping behind Violet, they watched as the two men scooped handfuls of water and dumped it over their heads using their hands as buckets. Each of the garden warriors looked down, their hands small in comparison.

Droplets of the water slid down hard muscle, caressing their flesh and the two shivered with anticipation and need of what was to come.

Who are you and why have you not asked permission to be here?” Violet asked sternly.

A man with the dark hair turned sharply, no one had ever been able to take them unaware before, his shock quickly turned to a lingering stare.

Can you not speak?” Lily mimicked Violets tone.

The other man with hair the color of ginger root also turned to see what danger had come upon them.

His eyes meet that of a blonde goddess first, than that of a red headed beauty. Perfect was the word that pooped in his mind, two stunningly, perfect, very naked women stood on the edge of the pool before them.

His head dropped back tot he water, was it an illusion? Was the water enchanted? “We did not realize this beautiful place belonged to you my ladies” Ginger root told them “If you wish we can leave.”

Lily’s legs trembled slightly in need. Leaving was not what they would be doing anytime soon. “It is not that easy, first you must pay a toll for being here.”

A toll?” the dark haired man spoke for the first time. “What is the toll?’

You must do our bidding.” Lily spoke

The men looked at each other and than the ladies in front of them. “No disrespect mind, but ladies we could leave without paying any toll, let alone your bidding.”

You could try.” Violet challenged.

The man with the ginger hair held up his hands “Tell me your bidding. We will not harm a maiden.”

Come kneel before us” Lily commanded boldly no longer capable of waiting to feel his tongue upon her swollen nub.

The dark haired man looked at his friend waiting for direction. Was he a servant? With a wisp of a smile Ginger root took a step toward the blonde and knelt before her. Lily watched as the dark haired one did the same, kneeling at her bare feet.

It was the dark haired one that smelled her need and he smiled and relaxed, leaning in he kissed her nakedness, just above her hidden treasure.

Do not touch her without permission.” Violet told the dark haired man.

Who's permission do we seek my lady? Her's or yours?” Ginger root asked.

Is this what you want beautiful one?” The dark haired one asked, not waiting or caring who he had to ask. “Do you want me to make you shiver with my mouth and tongue?”

Lilly jerked her head up and down.

Lay upon the grass for me than and open your legs for my hunger.”

You are here to do our bidding.” Violet commanded.

What is your command than beauty?”

These men needed to realize who was in charge. Lily told Violet silently.

First you are to only watch.” Lily answered for them.

Watch?” the dark haired man asked huskily.

Lily leaned her pelvis closer to the dark haired man; she would relish teaching him a lesson in manners. Moments before he moved in closer she stepped back from his reach.”Yes” she purred, “Watch” she smiled “and learn?” her voice challenged. Putting her hand around Violet's hip she turned her towards her. Running her finger slowly down Violet's collarbone to her breast, Lily flicked Violet's nipple.

Indrawn breaths of need from the men echoed in her ears before she bent slightly to take the nipple she had been playing with in her mouth. Violet’s head fall back slightly. “Yes Lily” she told her “Pleasure me.”

Violet’s hands caressed Lily up, then down, slowly resting on her sweet wet mound-wet and waiting for her touch. Violet placed her finger on Lily’s clit “You are so swollen.”

Lily's finger darted into Violet, “As are you?” Lily smiled at the dark haired one “Do you want to touch her?” she asked “Do you want to see how wet. Swollen and ready she is for your mouth now?”

No” Ginger root spoke, “Only I will be touching that one.”

Violet’s eyebrow rose “You do not share?”

He jerked his head up and down. “But not this time.”

Violet looked at the other man “You can taste me first” she told him. “Lay down Lily and let him” she pointed to Ginger root, “taste you.”

No” he told her again. “He will not disobey me lady” his glare was hard, “It will be me or no one.”

Quickly Lily laid on natures bed of moss and opened her legs for the dark haired one's mouth. 'No one', the words echoed, no, no, she was aching to be pleasured from this male. Any male. It had been so long.

Ginger root stared up at the female warrior before him and waited, the dark haired one did not move. Again Violet thought- servant?

It was Lily's silent pleas, begging Violet to agree that won her over, with a short nod of her head she gave her consent.

The dark haired one needed no further urging, placing his mouth hungrily on Lily's hairless pussy.

Violet ignored ginger root and laid beside Lily and the dark haired man, she looked at ginger root a hard glare- just before she was going to place her mouth over Lily’s breast.

Large hands lifted her up. “I said no one.” he growled. Lifting her body up with his powerful arms he licked her breasts, claiming her with his fierce tongue, in two quick strides she was laying on the grass a few feet away from the other mating couple. Ginger root looked into her eyes and waited...a battle of wills...until finally Violet sighed.

He moaned, wanting that first taste of tongue to clit. God but she was wet, tight, and heaven. Violet moaned. “Do you want more?”

Yes.” she breathed “Please yes” placing her hands on ginger roots head she pushed him down “Do you want to taste more?”

Yes.”

Violet spread her legs wider and gasped as his mouth eagerly bite at her swollen nub before plunging his tongue deep into her pussy.

Lily turned her face towards Violet. Her desire seeping into the other's pores.

Ginger root grabbed Violet's chin and yanked her thoughts back to him. “Only me” he commanded, “Mine.” he growled in hunger.

She pulled back slightly from the man’s mouth “Only you?” She asked, and ginger root nodded- “Come to me- feed me your cock,” she opened her mouth, and he filled it to the hilt, his balls against her chin.

The tip of Violet's tongue ran up the man’s balls and back down again until ginger root was sure he was going to explode his cum down the blonde’s mouth loosing all self control.

Enter me” she commanded the man mouth fucking her. “Put your hardness deep into me.”

Enter me” Lily told the dark haired one at the same time.

Bodies interlocked. Lily looked over at her lover, her friend Violet, eyes locked, she smiled reaching the edge of desire and tipped over to the other side.

Fuck” ginger root growled, knowing that Violet too had reached climax. Was it him, or was it the red-headed woman that tipped the blonde over the edge?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ginger root stirred from his sleep, his now naked skin dry from the sun, his servant Jon a few feet beside him, still asleep. He had the oddest dream- so very erotic—could it of...no- garden warrior fairies?

That was truly a myth...right?

The trees and wind swayed.

Had he just heard a

....giggle?


End









Tilly Rivers Retires Today, Sort Of

November 5 2010

For Immediate Release

Kyle Maxwell, NYDN

(NY)-Tilly Rivers is retiring, sort of. Rivers at only 44, has decided to retire as an author and model and is going to spend more time growing and guiding Main Street Magazine, and a possible new venture, “The RavenLily Group”- a one-stop- talent agency for the art and entertainment world. Both organizations are owned and operated by Rain Enterprises.

For a short time beginning in January of 2011, Tilly's book will be available via eBook format on various websites. It has been estimated by the experts that her printed copies- if up for auction -will triple their value.

She is still Rain Enterprises CEO, however the company itself is down sizing, giving Rivers the time she needs to focus, hence marking the official end of her career as an author and model.

And what a career it has been. Ms. Rivers has been an animating force behind the erotica revolution, building a global following.

The U of G graduate has managed to build her author profile to celebrity status, and it has been rumoured that she is one of the wealthiest erotica writers in history.

Despite her success, Rivers is reported as being happy to close this chapter of her life. “I love to write” Rivers said, “That will never change, however my focus and priorities have shifted.”

Still, Tilly's legacy is impressive. As an author she accomplished what most dream about, having best seller after best seller, award after award to her credit.

When asked if her focus and priorities shifted due to her alleged stalker attack, Rivers said she had no comment regarding that.

Today is a sad day for her fans, but, on the other hand, might be the 'break' that other erotica writers needed. Competition: removed.


-end-

Playa

© Copyright, Tilly Rivers 2000/Rain Enterprises, 2010
Written by: Tilly Rivers

They half sat- half laid on the other in front of the fireplace, the winter wind outside the cabin blew unnoticed, all that mattered where these few moments.

Will you cross lines with me?” he handed her a glass of red wine.

What lines? Do we have lines” she smiled into his face. They had been seeing each other now for awhile. But she did have lines and they both knew it, she was 'play' only- she did not, or would not, take a relationship to the next level. She wanted to simply enjoy his company for awhile and then he would go to his home, and she would go to hers. Separate lives that merged for hot, sweaty sex. BRIEF, hot, sweaty sex.

Let’s explore and try and find some.” he told her, absently letting his fingers drift down her arm.

Let’s explore and try not to find any” she responded.

Is that you want? Just the exploring part?” he took his hand off her, sitting up straighter.

Mmmmm”

Where should we start?” he said placing his hand on her breast.

Anywhere is good”

You’re the author, I am an innocent participant” he teased her

Ahhh, yes that’s right I forgot how silly of me”

So…let’s go…”

Where are we going? Cuba? Cancun?”

Playa”

Playa? Cute”

I have a timeshare in Playa, beautiful place…”

Mmmm tell me about it…Read me a story…”

His deep husky voice filled the room…

We are at a resort on the beach with a big deep beachfront. The resort has maybe seventy to eighty rooms. No, wait, we need a small resort...makes it more intimate...

We rent a jeep and go for a drive down the coast finding a nice remote beach and go skinny-dipping,then lay out on the sand in the sun...just laying in the dunes...with the warmth of the sun igniting our bodies. Lithe touches with our fingers while the sun plays tag over our skin the breeze drying our bodies. I love gentle touch...kissing and teasing, but you know that doesn't you vixen?” he glanced into her eyes.

I lean over and lick the last remaining wet drops from you’re flesh, lightly flicking here, there umm...the salty taste. My fingers run over you stirring, discovering, feeling my cock harden to your touch. I whisper your name softly a soft moan of need.”

How” she asks “how do you whisper my name soft? Or desperate? Excited?”

Soft, I haven't been aroused enough yet, teased enough to be desperate baby.”

Might a soft wet deep kiss help?”

No, I want my tongue rolling against yours, wrestling excitedly as I press your soft sweet lips against mine and wrap my body into yours. My flesh melting into yours, body to body feeling my hands exploring your back, your ass, cradling your head as we roll around on the blanket, exposing fresh body parts to the heat of the sun. The breeze and each other.” He rolled her onto the floor, letting words and touch fuse as one. “Worshipping your full breasts. I love the dark aureoles surrounding you’re hard and extended nipples.” slowly his fingers played with her taunt nipples as he spoke.

Place my open mouth on one sweet breast, just letting my mouth feel you. At first doing nothing but inhale your fragrance. Feel as your nipple grows harder and longer in my mouth.” his head descended, nearly touching...”The sensation of your breast in my mouth is creating my cock to become even more rigid with hunger.” grabbing her hand he shows her the truth of his statement. “Placing little kisses on every inch of your skin. Nips. Savouring your taste. The unique taste of only you, sweet medicine that I can never get enough of.”

His lips began the downward spiral to your smooth pussy, pausing at her belly button “knowing I will find you wet and swollen with your need,” he kissed her inner thigh “your need for me.”

Her legs automatically opened for him.

Using my tongue I lick, caress and taste your pussy. Your legs spread wider, your hips push up into my waiting face.” As he spoke, she did. “You want me...” he teased her again with his mouth. “But I want...more...kissing your intimate folds, tasting, savouring, teasing and learning.” his voice was raw with need,. “I want to Feel your sweet pussy clench with your orgasm, only spurring me on, to taste you, to devour you again.” he flickered his tongue over her clit, “That's right baby, I love it when you are aching for me, aching under my mouth.”

He moaned against her swollen mound, “You know what we are baby?”

Her head thrashed back and forth and he smiled, “Fire, as we plead, beg for the other. Pure fire.” he lifted his head from her and she let out a small squeal of protest, “Spread wider for me, I need to be inside you, I need to feel your sweet pussy clench, welcome and engulf my cock.” He entered her in one swift movement filling her “Now..baby...” he whispered in her ear, “Come to playa with me...”

Dog days of Summer




For Naomi
© Copyright, Tilly Rivers/Rain Enterprises, 2010
Written by: Tilly Rivers

The weather was sultry, you know the kind, one of those hot dog days of summer without a cool breeze to kiss your balmy skin, skin desperate for a cool lingering touch.

It took what little bit of energy I had to tap the keys of my computer it was so hot, I needed to get cool. Someone else had the same idea as I heard the water from the shower, why hadn’t I thought of that? A cool shower was exactly what I needed.
The hand that touched my shoulder startled me.

“You must be hot?” she said as she rubbed my shoulders.

“More like melting” I giggled

“Ah, you know what you have to do with something that melts” She bent down and licked the nape of my neck. “You have to lick it up!” Instantly the heat of the day was replaced with a altered kind of temperature. Letting her hands linger and caress she traveled down my shoulder and arm until she took my hand in hers. “I started a nice cool shower.” She told me, her head turning slightly over her shoulder, “That should help you cool down.”

The lights were off in the bathroom, creating an even cooler oasis. Her eyes danced with fire, promises of cardinal sin. Stepping closer her hands went through my hair, and pulled my face close to hers.
Her kiss was deep and hungry. Her fingers traveled down my neck to the shoulder straps of my sundress, with a light tug the fabric fall away, only to get caught on my erect nipples, the cool air and my wet core the culprit. With a half smile of delight she slowly peeled the light cotton from my breasts, her fingers lingering for only a moment. I couldn’t help it, I arched forward, wanting more of her touch, and she smiled like a Cheshire cat.
She just stood there for a few moments and stared at my curved breasts, eyes travelling downward to my smooth, and wet pussy .
As one we stepped into the cool water, soap passed back and forth between us. My body tingled with the need to be touched, craved flesh-on-flesh.
I pressed my lips lightly to hers-withdrew-and touched again. Her eyes searched mine, their rich coffee brown yearning for my violet hazel. My answer--- “Yes…”
She parted her lips and began to probe my lips with her tongue, following their curves until she slipped between them. Her hands slowly caressed of my wet body, this time paying enough attention to my breasts that they ached for her lips
Stepping back she asked me to grab the shower curtain rod above me, as I did she lathered up my body with the sweet smelling soap we loved. Again, she paid special attention to my nipples until my hips gyrated my hips.
She wiped off each of my breasts with a soft washcloth and began to suckle me. Finally, finally her lips were on my breasts where I craved them to be. Caressing my stomach and back as her lips tortured me with pleasure my whole body came alive- a current of electric sparks from my breasts to my pussy.
I watched her tongue lavish attention on my breasts, watched as her lips covered my nipples and sucked with hunger. The beast needed fed, and she began to move down my body, rinsing me off as she did so.
I felt my legs spreading themselves with eager anticipation—squirming, wanting her to hurry, happy she wasn’t. At first, she only nuzzled me, her nose sniffing my sexual scents. I could feel my juices mixing with the water, the wet warm liquid pooling at my center. As if starving she grabbed me about my waist, her hands resting on my ass and dove into my pussy--her tongue lapping between up my pussy lips, her nose rubbing my clit.
I had to move- rubbing myself on her face. I watched her as she lapped at my pussy, my vagina started clenching as I moaned and bite my lower lip. She knew what I was craving and dove more forceful with her tongue in between nipping my clit with her teeth.
She stood up a few minutes later her smiling face gleamed with my juices.
“You weren’t kidding” she said “you were melting”
~end~

The Lingerie Shop-1


© Copyright, Tilly Rivers/Rain Enterprises, 2009
As seen in Forbidden Fruit


He stood several yards behind her; fingertips tingled with the sensation of a touch not yet made. She stood just outside of the dressing room entrance as though hypnotized by her image in the full-length mirrors, totally unaware of his presence. Possibilities blended with a volatile rush of anticipation, causing his breath to clench in his throat.

Could he actually walk up behind her and caress her without permission? The thought of reaching out and fondling her caused a shiver to pass through him, accompanied with a sharp twitch along his thigh. She had no name, no identity beyond the anonymous beauty of a perfectly sculpted body. No introductions need be made for what he planned to do. The thing was…could he do it?

Through the sheer silk of her wrap he could see the outline of slender bra straps. Her under-things were so scant in design they served no real purpose other than to drive a man mad-designed to draw the beast to the surface of any man willing to look. Willing? Like a moth to the flame, it empowered you to stare until surely you would be scorched- or worse.

A faint smile crossed his lips, was he really prepared to turn his own beast loose in the middle of a lingerie shop? He took another step closer, discreetly looking about to see if he was being observed, gathering his courage…would she slap him? Scream for security…was he really going to do this?

His eyes glued to the material of the skimpy little brassiere, sheer, akin to not even being there. His hands shook; fingers ached to touch nipples that were fully extended, silently begging to be pinched and rolled between thumb and forefinger. He drew a breath and took another step.
Below her creamy white belly, riding on the curve of her hips stretched an ink-black lace garter. Fine silk stockings encased long legs, a faint outline of a thong.

…another step

Her breasts garnered his fascination and every ounce of his lust. How could a woman dress like that and not be aroused he wondered?

...another step

Hands moved quickly, driven with the intent of animal lust, gliding against the silken outer wrap. One hand went high slipping beneath the skimpy bra to cup her left breast, while the other went low skimming across taut flat belly, grazing the garter, slipping under the thin waistband of the dainty thong.

With a quick movement he pulled her into his hips, the wristband of his watch snagged in her garter at the same time his feet became tangled with hers and they both tumbled to the floor, landing in a heap, the silk over-wrap billowing down covering both of their heads.

“Baby…” she purred, “next time can you take off your watch?”

He laughed as his girl gave him a playful smile…their role playing game halted. “Buying this lingerie shop was a great idea…” he whispered before lowering his lips to hers. “Now where were we…”

To be continued…

The Gate Keeper
By Tilly Rivers
For Drew

She stood tall in front of the concierge.
Was she afraid to be in brimstone’s pitch? To stand in front of the gatekeeper?
No, she marveled in it.
Waited for the opportunity to become the mistress of the under world.
For she would rule here, the same as she had ruled upon the earth above.
Carnal desire drove her--A bodily appetite for the erotic sin spun her blood from warm to hot until she became the essence of that desire, no longer a physical being. She was the mistress of obsession.

She was transcended into flesh eating aphrodisia.

It was what fed her spirit, made her heart dance, her voice sing. An infantile sexuality that went beyond eager, passionate an inordinate.

A sinful desire for the gratification of sexual paradise.

She had finally found home.

She used her body to receive what she wanted when she wanted it. To some that where trapped in their moral rules they would surely judge her a sinner. She supposed as she smiled now, that was why she was standing in front of the gatekeeper of brimstone.

They had no idea what a favour they have bestowed upon her. Her smile widen, was filled with wicked delight as her pussy warmed with hot liquid now pooling between her thighs.


Strange how people on earth had a visual of sprites being ugly and revolting in face and form. Perhaps to help the reputation of what is judged morally right kept their leverage of power.

If they only knew, as she did now, how that was so far from the truth. Bodies made for sinful appetites stimulated your fantasies. Raw. Savage.

Faces beyond earthly handsomeness.

They were sexual gods. A creation to spur denotes of evil desire. Here, you never feared being judged for your sexual longings, your thirst for more or your deepest darkest sexual secrets.

Here, her home now, you were encouraged to let these fantasies rein, not only come to light, but to make them a reality. Experience, explore and drive for more.


The gatekeeper spoke for the first time. “Prove you are worthy of being my mistress.”

Her eyes light with the challenge. “Prove you are worthy of me.”

He took her by the arms, spun her around and slammed her up against the wall. “Do not think you can rule over me.” His voice was soft, tickled the back of her ears and neck.

A direct conflict with his actions which were aggressive, hard. As his body was now pressed into her.

“Rule over you?” she repeated “Rule with you, salaciousness is that which I lust for. Give me what I need and I will give it back ten times over.”

“Only ten? I can have that with anyone.” His hands pushed her tighter into the wall as he placed his finger between her ass. “Why would I settle vixen?”

His words spurred her anger, as he knew they would. She pushed her ass into him “You will regret that statement.”

“Admit I am your master.”

“Admit that right now you are obsessed with thoughts of burying your hard cock, deep and fast into my leaking cunt.”

Taking her skirt between his hands he ripped the material in half. Slowly placing his hand down the crack of her ass until he found her wet hot core. Once again his actions between aggressive animalism and teasing desire sped her passion.

He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “You are such a tempting morsel, a sweet candy. I will make you my slut, begging. Even now you are so responsive, needy, so willing to please me.”

The warm air stirred with the excitement pulling her nipples tight and hard. “I am not the score of earthly boys that have melted on the spot to give you what you want. With me you will beg to be my slut.”

“If I beg, so shall you. You will experience the same sensualism that you pride yourself in taking from your partners. Today, master” she purposely added a sarcastic tinge to the last word “You are about to discover your sexual intellectual partner.”

She thrust her hips back in demand. Arching her back both from the promised pleasure and the purposeful restraint. He pulled the now ragged material from her body before he knelt behind his pretty toy.

Looking up at her arched back, her firm nipples pressed into the warm brick wall her sleek welcoming body and he waited.

She turned slightly to watch him, wanting his tongue inside her pussy folds, licking her wet throbbing center from behind. Did he honestly believe he could make her beg so easily? She lifted her eyebrows in silent challenge.

Leaning into her slowly, gently his lips brushed her leaking wetness. A kiss so light, so soft it tortured as it pleased. Her intake of sharp breath of air fed his vanity.

She was so wet, so hot, placing his tongue just below her pussy he could smell her, taste her sweet juice on the tip of his tongue.

He teased her pussy, her clit. Tasting for the first time the hunger she spoke of, the need to be in her.

She was pure paradise. His tongue tasted her again, he smiled almost certain he heard more of the tiny moans escape her mouth that she tried so desperately to hide.

For the first time in eternity he could not longer hold his restraint. He had to be in her, bury his cock so deep, so hard into her against this wall until he spilled his cum in her.

Filling her with his hot load until it ran down her thighs.

Her ass squirmed, rotated under his mouth. He came up behind her, ramming his cock with one thrust deep into her. His entire body forcefully entered to pull out. Slamming in her, only to pull back out as fast, as hunger.

His thrusts faster frenzied in his need until the two fused on the wall as one creature. Driving his cock in her over and over, she pushed met and demanded more with every thrust.

Was she right? Had he finally met the same level of pleasure with her?

Thought flew from his mind as his cum spilled into her wet hot folds. His mouth came down and he bite the back of her neck, his hands pushed and pulled her body as his seed spilled over and over.

Hot sweet gushes of liquid fire now running over his own balls, down their joined legs, until he thought surely he was spent only to once again gush in her clenching pussy.

His breath was short, panting as he finished spilling in her. She turned, knelt before him, and licked the cum from his body like a kitten being fed her first dish of cream.

She looked up at him, her full lips coated with their cum, her eyes filled with pleasure.

Her tongue snaked out and licked, fed from his balls washing him clean with her mouth, her lips, her tongue until he was hard, mad, with the need to once again fuck her.

Fuck her, until she screamed.

Fuck her until she begged.

What had just happened? Where did the self-indulgent sexual desire go and the craving for equal luxuria begin?

He craved her, a hunger to possess. She was a licentious craving that eternity will never feed.

Her body tingled, wakened and he knew that she too was feeling the same hunger.

The need.

Deprivation.

Starvation to once again be with her, in her, over and over.

She spread her legs wide for him, placed her finger on her clit and massaged his still clinging cum over her pulsing nub. Moaning she looked up at him, invitation, welcome, clear in her eyes.

“Feed me.” She whispered “Feed me your cock as you need to be fed.”

From beds of raging fire, flames of ethereal hunger blazed.


Was she afraid to be in brimstone’s pitch?

A bodily appetite for the erotic sin spun her blood from warm to hot until she became the essence of that desire, no longer a physical being. She was the sexual desire recanted.

Afraid? No, she discovered home.

~~~~~ Tilly Rivers ~~~~~
From Wisteria Moon. Copyright, Tilly Rivers

Devil Dog

Devil Dog

By: M. Helix and Tilly Rivers

As seen in Sensual Secrets Uncovered

She had called him on the telephone wanting to tease, wanting to play. He was called Devil Dog. She called him pure sin. She missed him; he was on the road, traveling more this year than normal to promote his new line of men’s wear, appropriately called: ‘Devil Dog Clothing’- for those who want to stand out from the ordinary. He was anything but ordinary.

“What are you wearing under your jeans?”

“Boxer briefs.”

“Mmmm, Can I lick you? Please?”

“Only through my boxers. So you can feel my cock through the silk and feel the shape with your mouth and tongue. Feeling it get hard, growing through my boxers, knowing that you will be able to taste my precum as it leaks through.” He laughed over the phone,

“Knowing you, you would feverishly nip my head through the material to make the precum hurry to your tongue.”

“Than rub it over my lips.” She agreed.

“Slide your hands onto my flesh from the bottom of the leg opening to grab hold of my throbbing cock.”

“Bury my face into you, smell you” she paused “The musky scent of promised sex to come.”

“Would you slowly jerk me inside my boxer’s baby? Run your fingers over the top of my cock to wettin’ it with my precum.” He heard her quick intake of breath over the telephone line. “Will you take your hand out so you can suck your finger tip and taste me? Smell your hand and lick your palm to try and get every bit of my essence?”

“With my eyes locked on yours.” She told him between short gasps, “Letting you watch me lick your fingers, tasting you, letting you see the pleasure, the need build inside me.”

“Feel the run of heat move over your pussy as it starts to get wet.” He moaned, visualizing the scene in his mind, one he knew well, every intimate detail.

“As I swell.” She whispered.

“Is it now baby? Is the heat teasing you?”

“Becoming needier. Needy, aching for you. I miss you. Miss you deep inside me.”

“When you move does your pussy lips rub against your clit? Can you feel it leak down your thigh?” his voice was rough with need.

“I am rotating my hips, increasing the friction, the feel.”

“You know that you want me to stuff my cock deep into your hot pussy”

“Urgently” she agreed without hesitation.

“God Baby, I want you to pull down my boxers and hungrily suck my cock, tasting it, licking it”

They both spoke at the same time: “Feeding”--“Swallowing.”

“Instinctively your fingers plunge into your soaked pussy, fucking yourself, priming yourself for me. God are you doing that now?”

“Craving you,” she admitted “as my fingers play with my wet pussy.”

“Getting up you turn, bend over and spread your legs and ass cheeks to show me your beautiful swollen pussy. Soaked and gleaming. I move forward…” he knew her so well, knew her body as if it was his own.

“Mmmm, Devil Dog, please, I am begging for your touch.” She purred.

“You grab my cock and start to rub the head up and down; your pussy is getting hotter and wetter.”

“Crazier.” She gasped, desperate for relief.

“Making my cock wet for your juices.”

“I press back, more demanding.” She told him, the phone clutched to her ear.

“You feel me stop at the opening of your pussy; the feeling of my thick cock pushing into you after us being apart for so long drives you to cum. Slowly I push into you, widening your pussy as I hold your hips and thrust mine forward. Driving my cock deep into you hard and fast without warning. You’re pussy takes my cock in all the way and you moan at the feeling. My hands grip your hips with meaning; you feel my cock drive in and out of you harder and deeper until your cervix is touched with every thrust.”

“Fuck, I need you.” She pleaded into the receiver.

“My thumb finds its way into your tight ass, I reach forward and grab a hand full of hair and pull firmly. Timing my deep penetrating thrusts with the pulling of your hair as to pull you back as I push into you. Pain, pleasure at the same time driving you crazier.” His tone is faster, more urgent as he brings them both closer to release, “I pull my cock out of you entirely, take you to the floor, spread your legs, bringing your knees to your tits, lean forward and lick you from ass to your throbbing clit. Is it throbbing now baby, are you playing with your clit for me as I am stroking my hard cock, wanting needing you?”

“You know I am.” She told him “you can hear me on the phone, my moans, my need building. I need you so much.”

“I want to suck your pussy so badly, keep sucking on it as my tongue rubs it inside my mouth. Lift one of your legs up as my fingers plunge into your pussy my mouth sucking you’re clit, my fingers rubbing your g-spot until you are gushing all over the fucking floor, all over my fucking face, all over your own pussy.” Her moan vibrates in his ear. “Grab your legs again, push my cock in you, hook your legs with my elbows and start to fuck you hard and fast, letting you cum, keep cumming. as I am kissing and sucking your neck you can feel my cock explode inside you. the rush of cum from my cock spilling out into your pussy, the heat from my cum making you hornier for me, feeling me, feeling my cock twitch as I cum in you. “Feel me baby?” he paused, his only answer her short gasps. “Feel me tense up with every cum contraction! Feel my sweat from my forehead dripping on you! Feel me as I take my cock out of you, move up on my knees and you take me in your mouth so you can taste our cum, sucking me, tasting us as I lie on top of you!”

She couldn’t speak; she was so close to cumming again, so close…“Feel me as I kiss you deeply so that we can both enjoy the taste of our mixed cum in our mouths! I see me baby, see my hands moving slowly over your thighs, slowly spreading your legs as you sit cross legged on a high bar chair.”

“You are turning me inside out. I do not know how much more I can take.”

“More baby, I know you, You always want more, as I do. I want to open your legs so I can walk in between them and be face to face with you…or “

“Please baby when are you coming home?”

“Fuck I want you too fly out there now! I want to lie on top of you, be deep inside you. Holding one leg with your knee bent in my elbow, my other elbow over your shoulder holding you in place. So when I push slowly and deep into you I can stop your upward motion, so that the hand holding your leg can caress your leg and ass…Rubbing you, softly scratching, as my hips move my cock slowly in and out of you.”

“I am flying out…I can not take any more….” Her words were breathless.

He laughed, “Nor I without you. Hurry!”

~end~

A Day Like Any Other--?

Day Like No Other

As seen in Sensual Secrets
D. Storm and Tilly Rivers
© Copyright 2007 Tilly Rivers ™ Inc.


This day was as any other. He arrived at the office to a pile of messages, a flood of voice mails, and a long queue of emails. He jumped right in; knowing his day would be short. He had to be at the airport, a bimonthly ritual of picking her up after a business trip. But as he plodded through the mess on his desk, he couldn’t shake the feeling that today would be different. He didn’t know how. He just knew.

This trip was as any other. She arrived at the airport straight from a very trying meeting.
The client was uncooperative, argumentative. She managed, once again, to allay his concerns and come to an arrangement their companies could live with. She was happy to board her flight, see a familiar face in the flight attendant she had come to know well. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that today would be different. She didn’t know how. She just knew.

He arrived at the airport as he always did, 15 minutes before her flight was scheduled to land. He walked to the security station where passengers exited the airport and waited. No newspaper this time. No PDA to occupy his time. Just a peculiar feeling that something was different.

Once on the ground, she usually turned on her cell phone and checked for messages. The client she just left would certainly have a change of heart or some crisis she needed to take care of immediately. But not this time. No checking of messages. No calling her assistant. Just a peculiar feeling that something was different.

He watched at the gate for her to appear. He knew all these awkward feelings would dissolve as soon as he caught her eye. And then she was there. She was as beautiful as ever. Her stunning face, big round eyes and ruby lips framed perfectly by her soft hair. Her long, lithe body moving with the grace and stealth of a panther. And it was more evident in the short, light dress she wore. It clung to her body as she walked toward him. He liked what he saw. Nothing else mattered.

She turned the corner to the exit gate and craned her neck to look for him in the crowd beyond. Then she saw him. Her face lit up when she saw him, a big smile appearing instantly.
She locked onto him; her eyes scanning from head to toe as the crowd around him dispersed.
His lean, muscular body tapered from broad shoulders to slender waist. His piercing eyes gazed hypnotically into hers. She was his. He was hers. Nothing else mattered.

He walked toward her, nonchalantly, not wanting to give the impression he was terribly excited to see her. But inside, he was bursting at the seams. The curve of her breasts, the sway of her hips, the shape of her calves – his eyes caught every nuance of her beauty. His heart was
beating faster. He wanted to hold her badly.

She began to run toward him, not caring that she was appearing overly eager. Inside, she was tense with excitement. The cut of his jaw, the firmness of his body, the confidence in his step – she loved the way he stood out in the crowd. Her pulse raced. She wanted him now.

She threw her arms around his shoulders as his wrapped around her waist. He held her tightly and lifted her from the floor, twirling her as their lips locked in an exchange of passion and desire. Wanting to get home quickly to resume this sensuous dance, he released her from his grasp, took her hand and led her to the baggage claim. The stood away from the crowd – he behind her with his arms around her, hers overlain on his.

As they waited, she swayed seductively in his arms. Her hips moved from side to
side, her bum pressing against him. She closed her eyes and put her head back on his shoulder. She pressed harder against him with each swing of her ass from one side to the other. It aroused her.

He placed his face against the back of her neck, taking in the sweetness of her scent. He lightly kissed her hair when she began to sway against him. He felt her rub against him, lightly and slowly at first. He tried to ignore it; conscious of the effect her sensual dance would have on him.
He pressed his cheek to hers when she leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

No baggage yet. She was getting impatient with the delay but still enjoyed the closeness they shared. She stopped swaying her hips and withdrew her hands from his, still around her body, just below her chest. Slowly, she lowered them to her side and around her back. Easing them between their bodies, she found what she wanted.

She grinned devilishly, her eyes still closed. Gently, she massaged his cock through his pants.
It didn’t take but a few seconds before he was stiff and pressing against her ass. She liked what she was doing to him.

He was oblivious to the delay, enjoying the motion of her body against his. He felt her hands release his but thought little of it, until he felt her warm fingers at the front of his pants.

He was a bit uncomfortable at first, suddenly aware of all the people around them. Her hands wrapped around his cock and he knew it was over. He no longer could suppress it. His cock grew instantly in her grasp. He liked what she was doing to him.

She was lost in the moment. Her thoughts were both on his cock in her hands and on what they
would be doing back at the house. She moaned softly as she felt him press his cock against the crack of her ass through her thin dress. She felt his hands press upward, lifting her breasts higher in her dress. Her nipples grew erect as they slid across the silky fabric, this lasted only a moment. She felt his hands drop from her body and grab her arm, leading her somewhere.

He wanted her badly. Where was the suitcase? He didn’t want to wait any longer. He looked around the baggage area, unconsciously lifting his hands higher up her body, squeezing her breasts upward in her dress. Then he saw what he wanted. He released his hold on her and took her hand in his. He led her to a dark corner of the baggage area.

Still unsure what he was doing, she decided to trust him, follow him wherever. Then she realized what was going on in his clever mind. She saw the dark niche under the escalator. It was small, away from the crowd, and somewhat hidden by a wall of unclaimed luggage. Her excitement grew, but not without a bit of nervousness creeping in. No one had made her nervous before.

He led her across the baggage claim, weaving in and out among the crowd. He grabbed hold of a footlocker standing on end and dragged it with them under the escalator. Once in the niche, he looked around, making sure no one was watching.

She faced him, her hands on his shoulders. The footlocker was behind her, still upright. She stood on her toes and kissed him passionately, pressing her body tightly against his. She could
feel his still-hard cock against her belly. She wanted him and didn’t care where they were.

He took her in his arms and kissed her. Not just a kiss but a powerful kiss that revealed his lust and desire for her. He felt her press her body against his. He maneuvered himself to rub his hard cock against her, feeling the rise and fall of her stomach against him. He wanted her now and didn’t care where they were.

She was startled when he grabbed her suddenly and turned her around. She felt his hand against the back of her neck pushing her forward, leaning her over the footlocker. He was forceful but somehow she felt reassured that it was all right. Her surprise quickly returned to excitement. She could feel the rush of electricity through her body as a drop of pussy juice ran down her inner thigh.

He suddenly turned her with a snap and pushed her onto the footlocker. He felt a slight reluctance within her but his strength somehow comforted her and she followed his lead. He reached under her dress, between her legs and spread them. He felt the wetness on her thigh.

She wriggled slightly to allow two fingers to gently slide across her swollen pussy lips. The sensation made her gasp and press her ass against him, finding the comfort of his hard cock.
His hand appeared in front of her, glistening with her juices. She sucked his fingers into her mouth and savored the satiny juice of her soaking pussy.

Soaking his fingers in her pussy, he raised them to his face, taking in the intoxicating scent of her excitement. He licked one finger and confirmed what he had imagined the taste would be. He moved his hand to her mouth and let her taste, too.

She pressed harder against his cock. She wanted him desperately. She could feel his hands unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. When he placed his exposed cock
on her ass, she almost came on the spot.

He pulled his cock out of his pants and let it fall on her round, firm ass. He grabbed it in his hand and guided it down along her crack, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum along the way. He felt her twitch as he did this. He loved the effect it was having on her, the way she pressed back to him, the sounds of her moans. When it seemed like she would cum at any time, his hard cock opened up her pussy.

Her lips opened wide for him as he pushed deep into her. She bit her hand to quiet the cries of pleasure. Her pussy was full with his cock and she squeezed it tight as he pounded in and out of her.

He entered her slowly at first, just the head. He wanted to tease her a bit for what she had done to him earlier. Then all at once, he pushed deep into her tight, wet pussy. He could feel her clenching her pussy around his cock, grabbing onto the shaft as if she never wanted it to come out again. He knew he would explode quickly.

She felt her body tense as he continued to pound into her. Her body was
tingling all over, unlike anything ever before. It was becoming harder for her to suppress her cries and moans, but she didn’t care if anyone heard her. She just wanted to feel her body explode on his cock, releasing all the fire within her.

His balls began to tighten as he fucked her. He grabbed her hips and pulled harder. He began to grunt, telling her that he was going to fill her with hot cum. He knew it would be soon. He wanted her to cum with him.

She could hold it no longer. Suddenly, every muscle in her body
began to spasm uncontrollably. She could feel the rush of warmth as he exploded deep in her at the same moment. The mix of his spasms and hers made it more intense. She bit down on her hand to stifle her scream as her pussy filled with both their juices.

He clenched his ass and shot his hot cum deep into her. Instantly, he felt her spasm, gripping his cock, then releasing, in rapid succession. The heat from her pussy was incredible. He could not control his own spasms and the sensation was unlike any he could remember.

Together, they collapsed – she on the footlocker, he on her. They marveled, through their panting, at how intense and incredible this was.
But suddenly they realized they had to leave. They quickly composed themselves and walked out from under the niche. He grabbed her suitcase, which was now on the carousel, and they headed for the car.

Today was different.

Now they both knew how.