These were weekly writing exercises where I had a word. a picture, or concept and had 30-60 minutes to draft a soliloquy that could fit comfortably on a social media post. Due to the time constraint, there was minimal editing - so I apologize in advance for any typos and grammatical errors. Hopefully you enjoy this compilation of Sinful Sunday Soliloquies.
The Wolf and the Gentleman
The fervor and speed of how his hands ached to remove all her clothes could not be measured in time, only in intent. The wolf consumed her with his mouth, body, and soul. There was a subtle coarseness to his office warrior hand as it squeezed her breast and pulled a whimper from within her. The wolf's mouth devoured every breathless gasp as his lips kissed her neck. Exhilaration and lust coalesced in her blood and ignited in her soul as his weight on top of her pinned her to the bed. He bathed in the delight of the thrashing, grinding, and abandonment her body existed in as she clung to him and called out over and over again. Her body resisted his invasion into her and squeezed him as if to never let him leave. This was the near future the wolf hungered for to the point of nearly tasting it. While the wolf wanted to tear apart her public persona a feast on the succubus within, it was the gentleman that currently controlled his actions. The gentleman yearned to have the gentle torn away, so that want was the only remaining existence. His respect for her and caution to not want to overstep was a virtue and a handicap. He needed a sign that it was ok to push the gentleman aside. A sign he probably missed. The night ended with his lips and soul kissing her with a tempered passion. There the gentleman smiled after his lips left hers. There in the shadows, the wolf patiently stalked the right moment to become unleashed.
Hidden Demons
Her chest heaving. Lungs breathless for air.Lips tingling from the passion of their kiss. The taste of his lust still danced on her tongue. Her eyes drew open as if time had stopped. Her whole body raced to recover with each panting breath. There he was before her. His eyes pushed deeper inside here more than his kiss ever could. She wanted to run from the intimacy and how his eyes stripped her sole completely naked. The tenderness within that ball of flame of his passion, made her want to stay with him forever and simply melt. Everything was new. Everything seemed so familiar. It was like they knew everything about each other and yet continued to learn with each passing breath, with every soul-igniting kiss. There he stood silently as his hands cradled her face and his eyes sang to her. Neither knew where each other's boundaries were, yet wanted to find them. To stretch them and live in that space between what the world knew of them and where only the two of them knew existed. Time ticked away in the eternity of every breath before his soul allowed his mouth to speak. "Everyone can see the angel within you, let me be the one that you show where your beautiful demons play."
A Taste For Excitement
A wicked smirk forms on her vixen face as her hand trace the outline of him through his jeans. His eyes remain focused ahead but she can feel his reaction to her touch. The bratty temptation was too great to resist and she undid his jeans. She saw his recognition of her smirk and intention as she met his gaze. His questioning look disappeared as his focus went back to facing forward. Her fingers began their journey his mild protests went unheeded and finally stopped after she had pulled out his cock and licked her way at the top. He spoke words of caution, that we shouldn't be doing this. His words rang hollow as he was too far under her spell. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her fingers - all worked in concert to torment and please him. The tone and tenor of his grunts and moans only fueled her want. Lust drove her desire. Faster and faster they went. He tried to stay constant as she frantically tried to reach the end of the journey. She tasted and felt the building tension building within him as time and the world rushed by. He pushed forever forward through twists and turns as her head bobbed up and down. His white-knuckled grip on control shattered as he roared like a 1970's muscle car supercharged engine. He exploded as she continued in her delight. Her devilish smirk returned as she sat back up, put her seatbelt back on, and watched as he panted trying to regain his composure. I've always wanted to try that she giggled.