An Afternoon Delight

I walk into your office looking sharp in a black dress jacket, matching skirt, hot pink silk shirt, 3 inch heels, and hair in a clip behind my head. As I walk slowly towards you, my left hand reaches out and takes your right hand, I place my right hand on your chest and, pushing firmly, back you up to your desk until you are right up against it. I slip my hand around the back of your neck and pull your mouth down to mine. I feel you shift slightly on your desk, your legs moving further apart, and your hands reaching around to pull me in closer. You can feel my slow smile as I allow you to take control of the kiss. As your tongue slips between my teeth, I get my first taste of you, I moan softly. My hands begin to unbutton your shirt and you take this as permission, undoing the button on my jacket and sliding it off of my shoulders. I permit it, shrugging it off to drop to the floor.

With your shirt unbuttoned, I slide my hands underneath your t-shirt and begin to touch you lightly. I can feel your fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt but only allow you get about half way before taking a step back. Grasping your hands, I look you in the eyes and shake my head very slowly. I place your hands on the desk and press down gently.

Taking my hands off of yours, I slide your shirt slowly off your shoulders, down your arms stopping at your wrists. Then slowly lift your t-shirt up along your chest, over your head, and down your arms to rest with your shirt. I begin to nibble on your neck while running my hands up your back, massaging your shoulders briefly and down your chest stopping just above your belt buckle.

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I undo the belt buckle, then the button on your pants, and I slowly pull down the zipper. My mouth begins to travel down your chest, kissing, licking, nibbling wherever catches my attention. As my mouth reaches your navel I pull you slightly away from the desk and pull your pants ever so slowly down your legs. I am enjoying the anticipation, the game and look up to see if you are too. I start caressing your legs, starting at the bottom and working my way up, kissing and nibbling as I move.

You begin to move your hands so I adjust my position, taking your hands and placing them back on your desk. My mouth is watering, and I lick your cock just once on the outside of your boxers. I then slip my hands under the sides of your boxers, lifting away from your skin and pulls forward and down. Your cock is free for me to play with now and you see my eyes light up in appreciation. I can’t help myself and you hear a low greedy sound escape my lips.

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Placing my hand at the base of your cock and, making sure to look at your face, I slip it into my mouth and take it in as far as I can in one movement. When I’ve gone as far as I can, you see me take a deep breath, give your cock a lick, and take it in further. I’m watching your face, watching your eyes the entire time. I want to know what you like, what feels good, what really turns you on. When I have it fully into my mouth, you feel me place my tongue on the underside and slowly move my mouth all the way back to the top, licking him like a lollipop all the way up.

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My left hand is against the desk offering support but my right hand is free to assist me. I reach for your balls as my mouth goes back down on your cock and begins to caress them, squeeze them, play with them. My god but you taste so good. I notice that I’m making little sounds but I don’t care. My mouth is moving back up your shaft, a little more quickly. I shift my hand to follow my mouth, grasping firmly.

I feel your hands on my shoulders but I don’t care, that means you can support me now and I bring my left hand off the desk. I slide it around behind you, grab your ass and, as my mouth begins another downward journey, press in you even closer to me, trying to take you in without hesitation. I gag just a little towards the bottom but push through it and get you all the way in. You grin at my sound of satisfaction. I start back up, licking you, allowing a little more suction this time, my hand following along. As I reach the top, I lick around the head, gentle flicks of my tongue, tasting you, wanting even more of you.

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Someone knocks on your door, you call out that you’re busy at the moment. I try and nearly succeed in stifling a giggle. They ask if everything is ok and I take that moment to give your balls a light squeeze causing you just a slight problem in answering. You manage to tell them that everything is fine while I play with your balls. I remove my mouth, slip in a mint, suck on it for a moment and then lightly touch it to the edges of your head. It feels cool and causes a slight numbing sensation. I begin to stroke your cock with my hand, taking just the tip back into my mouth. While my hand glides up and down your shaft, my tongue is tracing your head, flicking across the top. Slowly I begin to move down your shaft with my tongue, keeping my tongue soft to begin with, flicking here and there gently. When I reach your balls I take them into my mouth one at a time, tasting them, sucking softly.

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I feel your hand fist in my hair, my hair clip seems to be long gone, you pull softly at first, harder when I resist. I begin to rise as you pull, you offer me a hand up and I take it. I’m pouting at you for taking me away from my fun. Suddenly your mouth is on mine, you lift me to sit on the edge of your desk, my skirt around my waist now. You’re pleased to find nothing underneath. Within moments your cock is inside of me, filling me, I moan louder than I mean to but it simply makes you smile. Your hands reach between us, pulling my shirt open, the remaining buttons scatter.

You pull me tight against you, control is no longer mine but I don’t care. Your hips begin to move, you lift me off the desk with each thrust. Your mouth covers mine, muffling our moans, our passion. My fingers are leaving imprints in your shoulders as I hold on tightly, yours leave your marks on my hips. My head falls back as your mouth leaves mine and you begin to devour my neck. We’ve forgotten where we are and are not nearly quiet enough now. You thrust into me one more time, hard and we explode, falling over the edge together.

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We hear a throat clearing and you look back over your shoulder. Our boss is standing just inside the open door. We can see our co-workers trying to look past him. “Five minutes, my office” he walks out closing the door behind him, we can hear him yelling at everyone to get back to work.

We look at each other, my cheeks are red, I can’t help but blush. You smile slowly, help me off the desk, kiss me softly, and say the first words either of us has spoken since I entered your office. “Totally worth it.”


Crimson Duchess


He doesn’t see it. He doesn’t know that I do. He believes that everything he can see is all that is there. I can see it following him, every morning, every afternoon, I see it curling up in the chair beside our bed at night. It goes everywhere he goes. It crossed over me tonight, it was cold, freezing, evil. I don’t know what to do.

He’s losing weight, grumpy all the time now, doesn’t want to even share the same bed anymore. It knows I can see it and it’s trying to take him from me. I kissed his cheek when I was going out earlier and he flinched. This has to stop. I need to stop it.

I came home from work and found him with another woman. Thing is I can see the blackness over taking him. I told her to get dressed and get out of my house. I watched as the darkness backed off, the look in his eyes changed. He cried, he said there’s something wrong. He said he’d never cheat on me, he doesn’t know why he did.

We went to the doctor last week, got the test results back today. It turns out he has a brain tumour. They’re operating next month. But I don’t think the darkness is the tumour, I think it’s the cause of it. This thing following him around is evil, it scares me. I think when they do the surgery my love is going to die and this thing will take his place.

Well that was entertaining….not. I tried to talk to a priest about what I see. He told me the stress of my husband’s condition is causing hallucinations. I showed him my diary, proof that I’ve been seeing this for a while. He told me that some people are empathic enough to sense things like this and that I have a very rare gift…. stupid man. Will try someone else tomorrow.

Came home from work, he was already home. The house was clean, the table was set, dinner was nearly ready. He told me to go up and change into something nice, tonight was date night. He told me he took the next couple of weeks off of work. He wants to spend time with me before his surgery. I don’t see the darkness tonight. This almost scares me more.


I went into work today and asked for the next two weeks off. He asked me if I’d like to go on a second honeymoon. I think he is afraid this surgery is going to kill him. I’m hoping the dark beast will stay away. Maybe if we leave before it returns it won’t be able to find him. It seems odd that it should disappear so close to surgery but I will count my blessings where I can find them.

Two days in the sun, two nights full of fun. Dear god I’ve missed this. He booked me for a massage this morning while he sleeps a little. When I woke earlier than normal he was watching me sleep. He said he didn’t want to miss a moment with me. I’m a little worried, maybe he really doesn’t think he’ll make it through. The doctor said that there is an 85% chance that he’ll come out of this and be fine. I need to help him believe he’ll survive, positive thinking is important.

He wanted to go to church this morning, we haven’t gone in years. Now I know he must be scared. He wanted to speak with the priest after the sermon. The way the priest was looking at him has me concerned. I was glad to leave, I could see the strain on his face, and the incense was giving me a headache. On the way to get lunch afterwards he told me that he wants to go back at least once more before we leave. As odd as it is, I can’t say no.

Four days now, every morning when I wake he’s watching me. I know I thought it was sweet, but now it’s getting creepy. I have a scratch down my arm this morning and I have no idea where it came from. I don’t think I got it during sex but I suppose I must have. I also can feel a bruise on my lower back. Were we really that energetic last night? I should hurry up, he’s waiting for me. We’re off on a day tour today. I always wanted to see the ruins here. I don’t think I’ve felt this loved in months.

Well that was just weird as hell. We were walking through one of the old temples and the tour guide kept watching us. The entire time the security guard stood well back from our group but he stayed with us. There were other groups there, why was he following ours?  When we got to the shop the clerk and security there took over watching us, as if we looked like hardened criminals or something. I’ve never been so happy to get back to a hotel.

Ok that was just odd, this entire week is getting stranger and stranger. I went in to have a shower, forgot my shampoo and went back out to get it. He was digging through my suitcase. He said he heard me swear and went to see what I might have forgotten, except my shampoo was on the bed, and I didn’t swear.

He went through my suitcase again. I have no idea what he’s looking for. Whatever it is he didn’t find it. He seems to be calmer now though, as if a weight has left him. Well whatever it was, when we were heading back from dinner we stopped at a lovely little shop and he bought me a new dress, shoes, even jewelry. We’re going to go through all of our savings before we head home at this rate. But I can’t deny him right now.

Another day of playing tourist, so much fun! Today was a cruise. From the water it’s obvious that the cliffs are massive. The tour guide pointed out the church we went to the other day. It’s the oldest on the island and on the highest point. We could barely see the top of the steeple. According to the tour the only way onto the island other than plane is the one harbour that we left from. It was absolutely beautiful.

More bruises, more scratches, pain. I know I couldn’t have gotten them last night. He’s never been more gentle than he was last night. I’m getting scared. I had a long soak in the tub this morning. Then we went for breakfast and spent the day in the pool. Ok well he spent the day in the pool. I stayed resting on a lounge chair, I didn’t want anyone to see the bruises on my back.

We leave in three days and, as much as there’s been some weird shit happening, I don’t want to go home. We haven’t been this happy in so long. He wants to go to the church today. I’m not really feeling like I want to go though. Maybe I can talk him into going tomorrow instead. I’m just not feeling great.

Oh my god what an amazing day. I told him I wasn’t feeling well so we spent the day curled up together in our room, and we had dinner at a very high class place. I told him I didn’t bring anything to wear to a place like that and he bought me another dress, heels, jewelry… I have never felt so spoiled.

He says he has a surprise for me today. He said we’ll be doing some walking so to dress comfortably. I tried and tried to get a hint or two but he just says I’ll find out, and smiles at me with such love. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for us.

“According to a local priest the man involved was dying from a brain tumour. He had spoken to the priest previously and requested assistance. He believed his wife had a demon attached to her and after a couple of days of careful observation the priest concurred. They came in earlier in the day and when they began the ritual to free her she broke free and went tearing out the back of the church. The husband went after her and in the struggle that occurred they fell over the cliff.”


Crimson Duchess

4 Years

I wake with a start, feeling as if I am drowning. This is the third night this week I’ve had this dream. Last week it was only twice, but I think it’s going to get much worse before it gets better. After all it’s only Tuesday.

Dear god just let me have one night without this fucking dream. It’s been 14 nights straight now. I need some sleep. I can’t even nap without dreaming it. Please someone tell me it’s a just a dream.

I lost my job today. Not that I blame them. After all I haven’t slept more than an hour or two a night in nearly 2 months and it’s hard to work, without a million errors, when you can’t see straight. Heading to the doctor’s office now, I have to do something about this.

Ok so the doctor is sending me to a shrink. A month on antidepressants and sleeping pills and I’m still having the same dream every night. This makes over 90 days now. The doc thinks I’m suicidal, or crazy. I think it’s a premonition, or I’m crazy, either works at this point.

My head sinks below the waves, my arm waving frantically as it too disappears under the water. An entire beach of people and not one noticed my screams, my cries for help. There’s something coming towards me in the dark, I try to scream and lose the air in my lungs. I’m drowning…. I wake. *sigh* I guess I call the shrink in the morning and tell him his “last ditch effort” didn’t work either.


One year, it’s been one full year, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days or should I say nights. I rarely talk to anyone anymore, not even the shrink. He didn’t know what else to try short of my signing myself into a mental institution, as if that would help any. I’ve taken vacations to see if a change of scenery would help. Nada. The tenants downstairs never see me. They deposit their rent on the first of each month, at least they’re reliable. Without that I’d have lost my house by now. Can’t work when you can’t sleep.

I heard from my ex-boyfriend today, he’s getting married and wanted me to hear it from him instead of through the grapevine. I offered him congratulations and hung up. He might think that means I’m upset, or jealous. But honestly I just don’t have the energy to care, or to hold the phone that long. Wait, how long ago did he leave? I’d been having the dream about 4 months when we split…. Hmmm… so I guess it’s been nearly 2 years since he left.

The folks downstairs brought home a baby 3 weeks ago. Karen came up and apologised this morning. She said she felt bad that her little Lisa must be waking me at night. I told her not to worry, that I barely notice it. She said thank you, told me that I’m just “too kind”. Pffft. Nope, just don’t care, I’m already awake when little Lisa starts bawling. I’ve been having the dream for 3 years now, I have an appointment with my lawyer in an hour, I’d better get going.

My family is pissed with me. My brother showed up and suggested that he should move in with me, take care of things for me. I told him no. All it means is that his latest toy has kicked him out and he has nowhere to live again. Someone else can deal with him this time. I’m far too tired. Of course this means that my entire family is angry because one of them will have to put up with him. Oh well. I saw the way he was looking around. He figures that when this finally kills me that he’ll get my house. Little does he know.

I wave my arms, yelling, screaming, begging for help. No one even looks this way. I know they can hear me, I can hear them laughing and talking on the beach. They just don’t care, even the lifeguard is too busy flirting to save me. I sink beneath the water, drift down slowly, I can’t seem to move my legs, I can’t seem to fight. I see something coming towards me through the murky water, moving with purpose, it’s nearly close enough to see. And I wake, it got closer than it ever has before. Sometimes I think if I can just stay asleep long enough, see it for what it is, that the dreams will stop. I wonder if that means I will too, just stop.

Last night was the 4th anniversary of the night this dream began. It’s been a year since I wrote my will, 6 months since I heard from any member of my family, and 3 months since I last stepped outside of this house. I need to do something, go for a drive maybe? Except I think I gave my car to Karen and Brett. That’s right, they needed something bigger, safer for little Lisa. She’s started walking, I found her outside of my door this morning. They’re out getting a baby gate now. Maybe a walk.

I put my shoes on and start walking down the hill. It’s been a long time since I went this way. Oh, now I remember why. The beach is down this way. I want to turn and go home but my feet don’t seem to be listening to me anymore. I’m a little scared now. I walk straight to the water’s edge, and sit down. Ok this isn’t so bad, I’m sure as hell not going for a swim. Even if I wanted to I’m not dressed for it. I look around, so many faces seem familiar. Oh… this is it…this is the day I’ve dreamt about. There’s the lifeguard, flirting instead of watching the waves. In fact no one but me is even looking in that direction. I turn to look back out to the waves and I see it. An arm, I hear a voice calling for help. It’s not me, but she will be if someone doesn’t save her. I yell at the lifeguard, point to her, and I dive into the water. If he won’t save her I will. I reach her as she starts to sink, I dive down, pull her up to the surface just as the lifeguard gets there. He takes her, hands me his pontoon and tells me to wait, there’s another lifeguard on the way. I can see him coming but holding on to this thing is taking too much effort.

I sink beneath the waves, I don’t cry out, I don’t panic, I just let it happen. I see the shape moving towards me in the murky water, it’s getting closer now. I should be scared but I’m not. I’m too tired to be afraid, the last 4 years have been readying me for this very moment. At least I’ll get to see it before I die. A man? All this time it’s been a man swimming towards me? Who knew?

underwater_001_small_TDKKZLHU0 “She passed out just as I got there, another minute and she would have died. She’s a hero you know. There’s a few folks that want to thank her for saving that lady. The doctor said she’s in a coma but can’t figure out why. All I know is that when I went in to see her, she had a small smile on her face.”

Are You There?

I can hear you, you know. Hovering just out of sight. Trying so very hard to be quiet, unseen, hidden. I know you watch me, that you listen to every word I say, that you breathe the very air I exhale. What I don’t know is why, or who you are? You’ve always been there, always, as far back as I can remember you always have been. Do you come out when I sleep? Are you there?

The doctors told me you’re not real. That it’s my imagination. That’s what I get for telling anyone about you. This room is…. uncomfortable. Stupid people, I was in bed, asleep. I had written in my diary before bed, about that awful man. But it’s not as if I’m the one that killed him! As if I could do something like that! They gave me a shot, for my own safety….Are you there?

How? How am I supposed to have attacked that doctor? I was stuck here! In this fracking room! The door was locked for fucks sake! But the orderlies saw me they said. Wait I hear people coming…. What the hell? No! Get away from me! It wasn’t me! Please! Someone help me! It wasn’t me! Please! Are you there?

I don’t think I’ve seen anyone in a couple of days. I’m hungry, and very thirsty. I heard screaming, and something else, but I don’t know how long ago that was…. I hid when I heard it. As well as I could anyway, I sat down in the corner by the door. I didn’t think whatever was making that other noise would see me there. There’s still someone, or something, out there but my door is locked and I think whoever (whatever) it is doesn’t have the key. Oh please won’t someone help me….Are you there?

I hear the key turning in the lock. Please let it be help….but what if it’s not? Oh dear god I’m scared. This jacket holds me tight and I can’t defend myself. Please, are you real? I can’t feel you with me with these drugs inside my head. I’m alone, and I’m scared. The door is going to open and I don’t know who’s outside. I need you to protect me, oh please…Are you there?

The video camera showed me inside of my room the entire time, wrapped up in a straitjacket. The ones in the hallways showed me there as well, killing all those people. Now they believe me, that it wasn’t me. I moved often enough and she was wearing real clothes, not the stupid hospital gowns. They saw my terror as I heard the screams. Damn meds should be out of my system completely in a day or two. I have to know…Are you there?


I can hear you again. Hovering just out of sight. Trying so very hard to be quiet, unseen, hidden. I know you watch me, that you listen to every word I say, that you breathe the very air I exhale. The thing is now I know why, now I know who you are. You’ve always been there, always, as far back as I can remember you always have been. Thank you so much for protecting me. Are you there?

Crimson Duchess




My hands are like ice.

I guess I haven’t moved in a while.

But I just didn’t want to.

Why didn’t I want to?

I don’t remember.

I turn on the fireplace.


Still cold.

I don’t feel any warmer at all.

I grab a blanket.

Why am I so cold?

I don’t remember.

I turn on the fireplace.


I don’t think I’m warm anywhere.

I touch my face, freezing.

I don’t think the heat is on high enough

Is the furnace even on?

I don’t remember.

I turn on the fireplace.


I hear voices.

Someone is inside my house.

They’re complaining it’s so very cold.

Why is it so cold in here?

I don’t remember.

I turn on the fireplace.


Someone’s yelling, calling my name.

I should go see why.

But I am freezing and don’t want to move.

Why don’t I want to move?

I don’t remember.

I turn on the fireplace.


As I walk into the living room I find her. I call out so that the others know. She’s wrapped in a blanket, laying in front of the gas fireplace. She looks as if she’s sleeping. She must have thought it would keep her warm enough. I guess she forgot that the power being out meant it wouldn’t light. I’d offered time and time again to turn on the pilot for her but she always said next time. It took me three days to get through the snow to her place. I turn off the fireplace, thankful we could smell the gas when we came in. The open windows make the house even colder, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.


Crimson Duchess




I could feel you, my eyes were closed, blindfolded, but my other senses were flooded by you. Your hands trailing slowly down my body, your breath hot against my neck. I could feel your erection pressing against me, eager for entrance, but you would not, you teased, pressing yourself against me tightly. My hands could not touch you, they were bound; all I could feel was the soft silk against my fingers, wrapped around my wrists, tightly. I could not speak, I was gagged, more silk, soft against my lips but preventing my words. I felt your lips as they kissed my face, my neck, down over my shoulders and chest, my breasts were treated to kisses, nibbles, bites….and then you moved on. Your hands stroking my skin, touching me everywhere they could reach, and there was nowhere free from their touch. Everywhere your hands travelled so too did your lips, your mouth, that ever so talented tongue. I wanted to cry out, to scream, to beg you for release. You heard my whimpers, you slid down my body and your tongue was on my clit, sucking, flicking, stroking. Your fingers dove inside of me, you brought me so close that I felt as if I would explode if you continued! You slowed, you stopped, I could not help myself, I tried again to beg you but again all you heard was my whimpers, my moans. You understood though, and I felt your cock teasing me again. I could not move my feet, bound as tightly as my hands, but I could lift my hips and so I did begging without words this time. You ever so gently, so very slowly, slid your cock inside of my pussy. You whispered no when I moved, and so I laid perfectly still as you filled me slowly with your length. I could not prevent my moan when you filled me completely, your groin against me. You leaned in, removed my gag and kissed me. The gag back where it was you began to move. Slowly at first, then faster, your hands preventing my movement, the gag preventing any sounds beyond my moans. It didn’t take long before you were pounding into me, hard, fast, intense, just as I needed. And then, oh god then….


I hate fucking alarms…

Crimson Duchess

Choose Your Destiny #8 (the beginning)

What the hell is this? I bolt around the corner and stop dead. There’s glass all over the floor.


Kind of glad I found these shoes. Those damn slippers made the worst shuffling sound and the soles would have been too thin for this. I can’t go back, it leads back down to where that….thing was. I was lucky enough to get past it once, I won’t chance it again. But it was worth it to get the shoes, although I wonder why anyone would have left them behind. I supposed that creature might have been after them too.

There’s an open door part way down the hall, the sounds I’m hearing don’t exactly encourage me. I tried the other hall but there were those creepy doctors, and they’d already nearly caught me once. I also found a room with hooks hanging from the ceiling, that’s where they nearly caught me. But I bolted into the other room and into an open vent. There are times being little is good. I saw them look under the desk and in the closet. I almost gave myself away when I saw the dead woman.

Anyway now I’m here and procrastinating like mad. I can’t for long though. I can hear something and I can’t help but wonder which is deadlier, whatever is out here in the hall with me, or whatever is in that room making those squishy, tearing sounds. I’ll take the icky sounds. Either way I don’t think I’m getting out of here alive.

I walk carefully on the glass, trying to make as little noise as possible. I don’t want anything or anyone to hear me so…. Oh! It’s the man I saw earlier. The doctors dragged him out of the closet where that poor woman was. I look down, see the nurse things and look back up. He’s looking at me now, striding towards me. I back up quickly but he’s faster than I am and he has me against the wall, by the throat. He looks me over carefully; I’m trying not to squirm, or anything. If the situation were different this would be quite the turn on. Oh dear god how can I be thinking that at a time like this? Maybe I’m trying to ignore the dagger pressed against my breast. Ok, I give up, I’m going to die anyway. I slam my knee into his groin, and smash my elbow on his neck. I lift him partially off the glass, as much as I can, but I hear the thing in the hallway getting closer and I can’t just leave him here.

When he wakes he’s tied to a chair, and I have his pretty daggers.

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