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" I'd like to have three men at once, one for each orifice, with each of them taking turns fisting me. I can only imagine the physical and mental pleasure that would come from being so ..."

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Publié par	eBookPartnership.com
Date de parution	05 juin 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781783011513
Langue	English

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ILLICIT LOVER
By
H don
‘Hδον
TABLE OF CONTENTS
TITLE
DEDICATION
PROLOGUE: Hēdonē’s Notes
CHAPTER ONE: Paramour
CHAPTER TWO: A Recent Photo …
CHAPTER THREE: Power
CHAPTER FOUR: Husband of My Desire
CHAPTER FIVE: Fantasies
CHAPTER SIX: Darkened Desires
CHAPTER SEVEN: Controlled Lusts
CHAPTER EIGHT: Revelations
CHAPTER NINE: First Meets
CHAPTER TEN: Wanting More
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Truest Deception
CHAPTER TWELVE: Goodbye
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Tara
EPILOGUE: Hēdonē’s Notes
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
Dedicated to my Illicit Lover.
Even husbands and wives are strangers.
PROLOGUE
H don ’s Notes
"Please promise me one thing," I say to her.
"What?"
"Your fantasies … you’ll fulfil them with me. No one else is to own them."
"I own them, you nutter."
"Yes I know, but whoever you share them with also owns them. Your desires and fantasies reflect a part of your soul you want hidden. They are the truest form of sexual desire."
"Is that what you truly believe, H?"
"Yes," I say, as Marilyn Manson’s "Children of Cain" plays in the background, his opening beats demented and provocative.
I smile, continue. "We put on a mask in sex. It’s not the real you. If you expose your desires to the light of day then people may judge you." I walk towards her, his wife. "That’s why we hide them – to appear normal."
"Perhaps to a degree." She shifts uneasily, a beginner’s fear in her body, apprehension in her stance. "But if they are played out, H, what is there to keep your imagination alive?"
"You keep going, keep going further into the psyche of sex. Fantasies and desires never reach their end."
"Psyche of sex?"
"Yes, psyche. If you trust me, and let me truly own you – beyond what you’ve ever given your husband – I will show you the soul of sex. Show you her beauty, let her carry you on her wings and, if you desire, revive you with her kiss."
"I promise. Please don’t hurt me, H."
CHAPTER ONE
Paramour
From: Venus
To: OscarW
The reason my husband lets me do what I do is because he knows I’m perfectly capable of separating sex from emotion. He trusts me because I have assured him many times that if I ever started to feel something for another man, or if I thought another man was falling for me, I would end it immediately.
My marriage and my family must come first, above anything or anyone else. I will protect my husband and our relationship at any cost and he knows that. What you’re asking of me is impossible. You want me to give up something that can only belong to him. You ask too much of me.
Yes, part of it is fear. I’m scared of what would happen to me if I did this. As would my husband be. I will not let him see this message (he’s skim-read most of them thus far) as he would not let me meet you if he knew the extent of what you want from me. It scares him that you want to break me. I’ve tried to play it down, saying that you just want to make me beg for sex and that’s all it is. If he knew how deep into my mind you would go if I let you, how much you want to possess me – how much I could respond to you – he would be horrified. In his words, I’m already a bit screwed up and we don’t want to make it worse!
You’ve mentioned my heart several times. This confuses me. In your online profile you say you "don’t do emotions", but surely what you’re seeking from me is very emotional. It’s almost as though you want me to fall in love with you.
Last night something magical happened. In that dream state in the depths of the night, I felt my husband stroke my thigh. I wasn’t sure if I dreamt it; I know I’d been asleep a while. I think I mustered the consciousness to moan. An indeterminate amount of time passed and then he touched me again. His fingers felt like fire on my skin and I roused myself enough to glance at the time – 2.30 am. He must have been half asleep too, but still he found my hand and put it on him, showing me how much he wanted me. I turned towards him and we kissed. I used my hand to pleasure him while I nuzzled my mouth into his neck. Then I moved down under the covers and took him in my mouth; his need for me was so raw and pure. We had sex then – first with him on top, then I got on my hands and knees and held myself open for him as he used me from behind, pushing his thumb into my arse as he thrust into me. It all felt slightly unreal, half asleep as we were. We never usually have sex in the middle of the night. Being parents and having been married for eight years, we value sleep above most things!
I tell you this to illustrate that he is the one who sets me aflame, who can possess me whenever he wishes. To expect that he would respond to your commands is outrageous. He’s my husband and you should respect him, not seek to dominate him too.
I’m breathing heavily here and I’m hesitant, but I feel a kind of inevitability about this – whatever it is – between you and me. Almost as though everything that has come before has somehow been leading to this, as though I’m being carried along a path that ultimately leads to you. Every time you say something that speaks to my soul, every time you see into the deepest part of me and use words that resonate with my mind, I know that it’s too late.
From: OscarW
To: Venus
You said earlier that I studied you, and in many ways you’re right. I chose you because of your beauty, but I also want to understand you. The man you denied, the one you spoke about who became angry, was a fool. Unworthy, deserving of neither your touch nor your body. Your need to dominate comes from that innate drive, that primal instinct, to mate with the best, after careful consideration. He wasn’t worthy, so your wolf nature turned its nose away. His stench offended you.
I present a challenge. You will stay to see this out to the end, sexually and emotionally. You need me, this I know. If after we meet you decide I’m not the one you seek, it will be hard for you to go back to the monotony of the same lame, feeble words from men who just want to devour you like untamed barbarians. Hands grabbing and pulling but not appreciating the beauty before them. Ogres devoid of wisdom and beyond hope. Those of us who find beautiful meaning in beautiful things are the cultivated. Those ogre-men, however, offer you no real prospect of fulfilment as they don’t truly desire you. They merely make weak attempts to string a sentence together in the hope of making a melody that will bring them your sexual favour. But perhaps their empty gongs of noiseless music will bring them rewards, and leave me with cock in hand.
I’ve sought to understand you, your words, the desire which burns in you. The need you have to be desired. It’s primal. It’s untamed. And tonight I know I can tame it and give you the carnal, lust-filled attention which you’ve sought for twenty-three years. I want to fulfil every dark passion you whisper and dream about until you are drowning in them.
You are reading these words and I know you are scared. The intensity of my words is making your stomach drop. Say no and I’ll never contact you again and you can continue with your fleeting meets with men who, in all honesty, just see you as a tool to wet scorched dick. Or you can stay with me and let me push you to the edge.
Orgasms are so much stronger when tempered in the flames of darkened desires and cooled in the waters of emotions.
*
Reading those saved email exchanges aroused me beyond the obvious illicit sexual pleasure. I wanted her, wanted to own her. I knew her husband loved her and the thought of him sharing her with me aroused me even more. I felt the throbbing deep in my muscle and a deep dark smile crept into my soul.
She was my disciple, the first of many. Was I wrong to use my charm to deceive and seduce and jeopardize those women’s marriages? As Oscar Wilde said, "deceiving others … is what the world calls a romance," and it was, after all, the age of consensual cheating, of secret daytime sex and couples allowing each other to defile the marital bed with others. They all gave their reasons – moral, ethical, even legal – why they cheated. It was my playground. She was my new toy.
To understand our brief tormented passion I will have to take you back to the beginning of it all. Back to where salacious thoughts became desires and lust grew manifest. A recent photograph …
CHAPTER TWO
A Recent Photo …
-------------Original Message--------------
From: Venus
To: OscarW
Subject: A recent photo …
I assume you mean of my face! I’ve attached one anyway, hope you like. x
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------------Original Message---------------
From: OscarW
To: Venus
Subject: Re: A recent photo …
Lol. Yes, Venus, of your face. I won’t ask for anything else (just yet). I like your seductive nature but I’ll always (outside of the bedroom) treat you as a lady.
------------Original Message---------------
From: Venus
To: OscarW
Subject: Re: A recent photo …
You didn’t actually say whether the photo met with your approval … Am I good enough for you?
Btw why don’t we chat on MSN Messenger or Yahoo if you have it? I prefer it. Add me: purrrsha12t@yahoo.co.uk
------------Original Message---------------
From: OscarW
To: Venus
Subject: Re: A recent photo …
I’m not going to reveal that just yet. However I will say that I find you quite attractive. I have Yahoo and I prefer it too. Give me a few moments to sign in and add you. xx
*
My laptop pings and I see the emoticons light up. I see her "omission or falling shorts" being displayed surrounded by a chat bubble as she types.
Her ellipses.
Those three little dots never held so much power in her life as they do now. Dot dot dot – used to build tension, show that her sentences, her lusts have been left unfinished, and in this case unstarted.
*
Candra: What’s the point in that? Mind games are one thing but refusing to comment on my face is just a bit weird! Anyway, as you wish. Where do we go from here then? And be