Alone

He had never known what it really meant to be alone. But this was it. Truly and utterly alone. No one cared anymore, he had burnt all his bridges, eschewed all company. And he found himself here. Utterly alone.
He could hear the voices through the door, the laughter, the chatter, they knew not he was outside, he hadn't even been invited. But he had garnered that there was an occasion. He knew if he walked in, all conversation would stop. Like a shot fired, everyone would freeze and turn towards the door. He wasn't supposed to be there, he hadn't invited and they knew it. And he knew why. He was diseased in the mind, something wrong with him. No one wanted to say it out loud, but their stares, the silence spoke volumes. He was adapt at resting the body language. He knew he had become a pariah. So many years he had been on top, guiding the future. But once he fail, he no longer existed. They had all prospered from his work, grown rich and fat. But it was all forgotten in a moment.
He turned and walked away. They were right, he was nothing. And like nothing, he disappeared into the night. He was alone, it was his destiny, he never deserved anything different. That was what was meant to be. He embraced it, threw it over his shoulders like a cloak.
It was what was meant to be

Lust

There it was again, that look in her eyes. No matter what she said, how she denied it, he saw it. Hungry, longing, it was the animal inside her. She could deny it, but he saw. He always saw it, it was like he sensed. Perhaps it was a pheromone that the women released when sexually turned on. He caught it every time. Tonight she reeked of desire, how could one not smell it? It was distracting him from thought.

Two weeks since he had seen her last, not since she got back with the boyfriend. He chuckled to himself, silently. You could always tell when a woman desired you, you stopped seeing or hearing from them when they got a boyfriend. Regular friends keep regular conversations, lovers have long periods of silence. But here she was, in front of him, talking business. She wanted in. But they both knew that she wanted sex. Why would she come so scantily dressed? She knew she turned him on, she liked the flirtation. And she still came by wearing next to nothing with a boyfriend.

The conversation turned from work to other things to significant others and then to sex. It always came back to sex. His lust was at a frenzied peak, he wanted to slam her against the wall and kiss her deeply. He could feel her resist at first, then succumb to the desire she fought. It was passionate, enticing, and consuming. She kissed him back hard, her nipples diamonds against his chest. He felt her hand encircle his cock, feeling him out. She felt her get a second grip around, then she got a second hand on his member. He was fully erect now, she was caressing his cock lovingly, excited to have it her. She had never had a cock that thick before, her pussy started getting wet with the idea.

Seizing upon her acceptance, he picked her up, her legs naturally encircling his waist, the tip of his cock pushing into her wet pussy through the clothes. She couldn't wait to have him in her. He carried her into his bedroom, throwing her on the bed like a doll. She loved how strong he was, the fact he could throw her around excited her to no end. She couldn't get at his cock fast enough. But he was faster, pulling her shorts off, he dropped his drawers, she eagerly removed her top. She was proud of her body, and it showed in her ripped stomach and tight arms and legs. Fit. Her breasts were smaller but the nipples large. He wanted to spend hours with them, but he needed release first.

His cock hurt from being so erect, he needed to fuck her. He pulled her hips to him, pulling her to the end of the bed, the head of his cock was reading on her clit. Free could feel the heat coming from her pussy. He liked to play with his women at this point, building the suspense before sticking it in. But he couldn't, for she had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. He didn't admire the beauty for long as she spoke, in guttural voice, begging him to fuck her. He wasted no more time and pushed the head of his dick into her hot steamy love canal. He shoved all the way in roughly, until he was fully penetrated. He felt her muscles tighten, and she cried out, oh god I'm coming. He felt the wetness run down his thigh, it was exquisite. He savored the feeling for a moment and then pulled almost all the way out before ramming it back in. Over and over, he stretched her pussy with his cock. He lost count of the times she came, her pussy was a vice grip against his cock. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he told her he was going to cum. She told him she wanted his child and to cum in her. He blew his load deep inside, she felt it enter her cervix hoping she had his child. She wanted this forever. He felt so good filling her up.

Pulling out, he laid down beside and looked in her eyes. "Was it good for you, Tess?"
She stared at him for a long time. He looked around the room, she had finished talking about work and wanted an answer. He had been fantasizing again.  He looked her in the eye, the hunger apparent. She opened her mouth, and said "will you please fuck me now?"

Inner secrets

I wasn't sure how I knew, but I did. I knew as soon as I saw her. You can't fake that pain. How long had she been crying? I hadn't really been paying attention, but as soon as I saw her face, I knew she was.
This wasn't a little tear in the eye like sadness, no, this was deep soul crushing anguish. The kind that came from the depths of your being, welling up like a volcano until it explodes. Did she cry out when it happened? Something uncontrolled and unintelligible, a guttural sound. Did the tears burst forth? My eyes welled in response to her anguish, empathic thoughts reaching out wanting to share her pain. No one should have to go through that alone, that pain, that hurt. I wanted to engulf her in my arms and pull her up close to me, hold her tight as she sobbed it out.
I wondered what would cause a person to feel such great wrenching anguish. The death of a loved one? That seemed a good cause, I struggled to think of others. A divorce, perhaps, or a breakup. Those would certainly cause that sort of emotion. "What else?", I wondered. Then I thought about how clinical my mind was, a moment ago I was empathizing with her and showing emotion, now I was examining her mind and trying to understand grief. Did I even feel anything anymore? Was I even human?
I looked at her again, she was clearly struggling to calm herself. You could the visible strain in her jaw, the quiver of muscles. Her hand rested to the side of her mouth, fingers laid over the lips to keep them still. I wanted to hug her, comfort her. But I sat still. I let her turn and leave, I said nothing.
What kind of person had I become? So scared of society and their rules that I became a fringe of society, an untouchable. An undesirable person. Pariah. A ghost. My life secret and discreet, I stepped back and disappeared. Those who would miss me have long been forgotten.
Then I understood. Why she cried like that. Alone. She was alone and couldn't take it anymore. Bereft of human contact, she existed in a bubble, her own world. She was the exact same as me. Alone. I felt the volcano inside. Fuel for me to be alone. I didn't belong in this world anymore. With the tears welling in my eyes, I stepped into the fog to disappear and to dwell alone.

Lust

She sat across the couch from him,  the joint in her hand. She brought it to her plum passion lipstick covered lips, and slowly inhaled. She watched him from the corner of her eye, did he see her breasts rise with the inhale? Three hours she had spent on getting ready, makeup, hair, clothes, her breasts hurt from the corset but they were so juicy and in your face like this.
For weeks, she had dropped hints, made comments, been completely open about her desire. He was the man she had been seeking, caring, friendly, nice, intelligent, attractive, strong, and he could smoke with the best of them. She got wet thinking about him taking her from behind, just pushing her over and taking what there both knew he wanted. She was a sexual entity and needed to be loved, to feel his rough hands on her smooth alabaster skin. He had her trust, he was always so kind, but she knew the Dom she was seeking his within. She just had to bring it out.
Taking the joint from her, he looked at her beauty. She was dressed up again, her breasts barely contained within her dress. Her hair was all curly, and her lips the most glorious shade of purple. He knew she had been looking at him all night. She knew his reasons for not making a move, she knew the problems, but tonight she felt like the solution. He longed to put his hand behind her head and draw her in for a kiss. Deciding to go for it, he asked if she wanted a gun. She nodded agreement, now was his chance, leaning in he gently blew the smoke from the joint from his mouth to hers, their lips so close together, he closed the gap and kissed her. Her eyes got wide and she pulled away inhaling. He pulled the joint from his lips and went to ash it. He had blown it, it was too much too soon. She probably wasn't attracted to him that way anyway. He heard her coughing from the exhale, but before he could raise his head to check on her, he felt her hand on his arm. He looked down at the hand, resting on his arm, he followed the arm up to the face. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed. He gazed into her eyes, he had dreamt of her naked in his arms so many times it was finally coming to fulfillment. Her hand came off his arm and traveled to his cock, resting gently on the bulge of his pants. She leaned in and kissed him hard, her desire taking over, her hand squeezed his penis through his pants as her tongue went into his mouth.
He wasn't really sure how they ended up in his room, or where her clothes went, but he was sure that her breasts were full and firm and fit so beautifully in his palms. He knew that her stomach was tight and rigid and that her pussy was completely shaven. He also knew that the feeling in his balls had everything to do with the most amazing blowjob he had ever had. Her lips slid smooth up and down his shaft as she took him into the back of her throat sucking his manhood deep. She broke free with a loud slurping sound finishing with a pop. His balls ached, but he wanted to come inside that beautiful pussy. Before she could go back to sucking on his cock, he pulled her into a passionate kiss. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest, and could feel her juices on his leg, she was so wet. He wanted to taste it, so breaking the kiss, he pushed her into the bed and kissed his way down to her pussy. He could smell her juices, sweet, steamy, salty, calling his name. His mouth found her swollen clit and she jumped when he kissed it, she shivered as he licked it and cried out his name as he sucked it into his mouth. He could smell her cum leaking from those perfect lips. He wanted to bath in her cum so planting his mouth over her pussy, he started sucking. Licking and sucking, rubbing her clit with his fingers, she came rough and heavy, flooding his mouth with juice, writhing with desire on the bed.
Now, he was ready to mount her. She was gasping on the bed, he pushed her legs up, his cock painfully hard, she rotated her hips for alignment and gasped when his throbbing cock slid deep into her soaking vagina. She clutched him into her deep, her muscles contracting and pulling him into her, rolling her hips for maximum penetration. He could feel her cum soaking the sheets, as her pressed deep into her. He was glad he had her legs up as she just quivered, muscles spasming. He started thrusting over and over like a machine. She just moaned out his name and she came over and over. Finally, unable to Stace it off any longer, he thrust in deep and released his load. Spent, he laid on the bed beside her. She rolled on top of him and looked him in the eyes.
"I've been waiting forever for you to fuck me." She said. He looked at her, then said, "I was waiting for you to ask. I wanted you to beg." She felt her pussy heat up again. She couldn't hold his gaze, she looked down submissively, he was going to do great.

Man's base desire

Man is a primal creature, driven by base instincts. The need for food, shelter, these needs out weighed the rest. Sleep follows, and then once man has satisfied his basic needs, another will arise. Desire.
Desire. That was a nice way to describe carnal lust. The basest desire of man, sex. The thing that drives us all. It was a thing, living, breathing, on its own. It made the heart pump, the lungs to expand, the skin to flush with desire. There it was again, desire.
Mankind eats because it's hungry, drinks because it's thirsty and sleeps because it's tired. But humans fuck, because it feels good. There is no real way to measure attractiveness. What arouses one individual might turn off another. It could be as simple as a haircut or a smell or as complex as anything else. What makes one attracted to another? He really didn't understand. But he knew he was so ready to fuck that his balls might literally explode.
He looked down at her hair as her mouth closed around his throbbing cock. It felt so warm and good. This is why we have sex, he thought. The pleasure. Her mouth moved up and down his shaft, the tongue playing with his head ever so gently. He knew he shouldn't be here, that he shouldn't be taking advantage of her, but she was so hot and so willing. So very willing, as she slid his entire length into her throat sucking him in deep. He could feel her neck muscles swallowing his cock millimeter by millimeter. He could feel her tongue pulsating under his shaft. He put his hand on her head and shoved every inch of him into her mouth as he could and held her there as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her throat. He could hear her breath coming ragged, barely able to breath and not able to swallow with his dick in her mouth. He did this for a few seconds more, then shoved it all the way in again, cutting off her ability to breath. He could feel her start to get worried about his intentions. A few seconds longer and she started to struggle a little. He held her head firmly, she then started getting frightened and really begin to try to free herself.
Right before true panic set in, he ripped his cock from her mouth. She gasped in a huge breath of air, glad to be able to breath. It was a short lived freedom, because he quickly shoved a ball gag in her mouth. Smiling, he looked down at her, bound, on her knees, bare with a ball gag in her mouth. She was perfect. It was time to dominate her. To truly show her where she belonged. Without saying anything, he grabbed her neck and sat her head up straight. Looking in her eyes, fee slowly used the pressure on her neck to get her to rise onto her feet. He looked her up and down, get long black hair flowing down her back, the skin pale and pimpled in fear and lust. He looked into her eyes, the fire was there - the desire. She wanted him, she needed him. She felt him inside her when he wasn't, she loved him and needed to be fucked by him. Hard. His gaze continued down her neck line to her full breasts, nipples hard and chiseled. Her bosom moved rapidly, fear and excitement were one for her now. He continued down her body to her pussy, shaved and dripping. He could see her pussy juices dropping to the floor. She needed release.
Pushing her onto the table in front of him, he attached the two handcuffs she wow to the corresponding leg of the table, and then her feet, spreading her out over the table. The dripping from her pussy was a steady stream now, with her lips spread there was nothing to keep it back. She was moaning with desire, her breath shallow and fast, her pussy swollen and deep red. He touched a finger to it and a pool of juice started to collect under her pelvis. He tasted her cum, it was so sweet. She gasped with pleasure.
His cock hurt with anticipation, it was time. Stepping in behind her, he lined his cock up with her pussy and slowly pushed in the head. She came so hard, he could hear it dripping in the floor. She collapsed on the table sweating profusely. It was time. Grabbing her hips, he thrust in as deep as he could go, he felt something tear and she screamed out loud, muffled as it was by the ball gag. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed in again, and again. Pumping harder and deeper with every thrust, he felt her pussy contract as she came, then release. His legs were soaked with her cum, he had lost count of her orgasims there were so many. Over and over he thrust, like a machine. She was nearly comatose with pleasure, a soaking mess. He felt his load coming, hard and hot. He thrust in deep and came, painting her insides with his spunk.
Spent, he pulled out, wiped off his cock, and undid her restraints and then removed the gag. She lay there in a dream state, legs convulsing uncontrollably. He put his clothes back on quietly, and then turned to leave. She spoke softly, but where he could hear, "please don't leave me, I need that, I need you." He turned, "you always will know where to find me. I'm inside you, I'm in your bloodstream. Listen to your desire and I'll appear and make you cum."
And with that, he left saying, "until you need me again."