Mind Fucked Sneak Peek

Synopsis:

Invading your mind to find those things that make you tick. Those things that make you itch to be touched. Only those that can comprehend the intensity of what words can do to the body just by stimulating the mind. Sexy metaphors and similes. Taking a hold of the depths of your mind and imagination. Physical appearance and touch can draw you to someone, but mentally, can they stimulate you without touching you? Can they make you want them without being near you? Can they touch you with their words instead?

Enjoy this compilation of sexually charged short stories that will have you pleased, yet confused as to what just transpired within you.

Excerpt:

Green-Eyed Devil

I woke up to the sun beaming from my glass wall dedicated to the view of Sicily. It always mesmerized me to see such beauty captured within one eye length. The view of the real clear ocean always left me greedy for more ways to capture this beauty. I groaned in disappointment as my alarm rang pulling me from my piratical thoughts that always seem to start my busy day.

I pulled my bare figure from the comfort of the white silk draped over my huge extent of my mattress. One more day of sleeping in my bed alone. I had recently just broken off things with my ex, which left me in this two story penthouse alone. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy having such view and habitat to myself, but it was that I felt more sex deprived than ever.

It almost made me feel disgusted in myself at how desperate I was to feed my sexual needs. The vibrator could bring me to my very needed orgasm, but it can’t compete with a real dick filling my vaginal walls. I threw the sexual thoughts out of my mind as I made my way to the bathroom that stretched the amazing view like the bedroom.

Stripping down from my lace thong, I instantly walked to the shower to calm my hormones down under the heavy jets. As I turned on the shower faucet in hopes of warm water blessing my naked frame, I was met with the cold of the water instead. Instantly turning the faucet off in disapproval from the goosebumps prickling my skin, I made my way out of the shower to see the temperature for the rest of the water running faucets.

Testing all the oxygenated liquids I sighed knowing that my hopes of taking a shower in warm temperature water can fade away along with the hot water. I walked down the clear staircase to the kitchen where the phone book was dusting away as it was never needed.

Clearing the faint layer of dust, I opened it to find the number to the plumbing company I had signed as a client. Finally, after skimming through the variety of numbers my index finger landed on the one I had been in search for. I grabbed the house phone before dialing the digits to the plumbing company in hopes I could get attended right away.

“Hello this is Julio’s Plumbing Co. How may I assist you today?” The voice from the other side sounded as if the receiver was in his teen years, but I put my analysis aside as I was on a strict need of tempered water.

“Hello this is Rihanna. My water heater has suddenly stopped dispensing me hot water so I was hoping if one of you could come over and check that out for me.” I was literally ready to beg them if they refused me of their service.

 That wasn’t the case as he replied, “Alright ma’am, we’ll send someone down right away. Please list your address for me to take note of and we will take care of the matter.” I released the breathe I was holding onto as he agreed to the help I so desperately needed.

After giving the receiver the address to the penthouse, I changed out of my towel into my robe as it was more appropriate to attend the door in. Before I could pull on a pair of my lace thongs, the doorbell ringer signaled help had arrived.

I placed the delicate lace back into its wooden drawer before walking down the same staircase while tying my red silk robe in a loose knot. The helper seemed impatient as he or she didn’t hesitate to ring the bell twice under the split of a minute. I shook my head in disapproval as I saw my reflection in the huge entrance mirror. My curly auburn hair was in a mess. I quickly ran my bare hands through my tangles to look somewhat presentable to the guest.

I finally made my way to the double doors paneled with the blurred glass mosaic. I unlocked the latch and propped open the doors for the impatient one to be attended. As I opened my mouth to give this person a piece of my mind, I froze in my spot upon seeing him.

He was easily over six feet tall and thanks to his height I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. He had the most beautiful and intoxicating lime green orbs that made me drool. I could see his muscles bulging out of his almost see through white shirt. He hadn’t even muttered a word and I felt the puddle between my legs drip down my lips.

“Rihanna, right?” He purred my name out in the most erotic tone anyone had pronounced it in. My name never sounded this good coming out of someone’s mouth until now.

He cleared out his throat as I finally realized I was practically drooling over the man as if he was a piece of meat at a butcher’s store. I nodded as I stepped away as an indication for him to invade my personal space.

“So, what seems to be the problem today?” He questioned while intimidating me with his lime green gaze.

All I wanted to tell him was that the problem was that I wanted to practically beg him to take me there and then…, I immediately cleared my throat knowing the chances of that were little to none.

“The water heater has stopped working.” I informed him as he carefully listened to every word rolling off my lips. On second thought I might as well take a cold shower now as I very much needed one.

“Do you mind showing me the way?” Again, his husky voice made me grow wetter than I already was. I wouldn’t mind showing you the way to my bed, my conscious whispered as I shook my head in disapproval.

“Sure, this way please.” I finally muttered before leading him up the clear stairs into my bedroom.

“Nice view you got there.” He complimented as I made my way to the bathroom.

“Yeah I sure do.” I replied with a toothy smile before propping open the door to the bathroom with him following right behind me.

“The heater is underneath the sink.” I informed him as he put his toolbox down on the marble floor with his tensed veins finally relaxing from the released weight.

He bent down on his knees before opening the cabinet doors under the sink to reveal the heater. He analyzed the machine before grabbing a few of his tools from his toolbox as needed. I stood there like a scarecrow not knowing what to do as I didn’t want to make a joke out of myself in front of this fine excuse of a man.

“Rihanna would you mind getting me a glass of cold water.” I felt myself grow hungrier for a release as he bruised my name with his rich accent.

“Sure.” I replied before heading down the stairs into the brightly lit kitchen. I grabbed one of glass cups before proceeding to throw a few ice cubes and water to rinse over it. I felt myself growing nervous thinking about going anywhere near his kind but I mentally slapped myself to pull it together.

As I finally made my way back to the bathroom after mentally giving myself a million reasons he’s not my type, which seemed complete bullshit but was enough to tame my throbbing core for a few moments. I found him working his way on the machine placing my manipulated sex back to its original throbbing state.

    “Umm here.” I informed as he looked away from the machine.

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name?” I asked in hopes his name would bland my need of tasting him.

“Fabian.” He answered with his husky voice. Yeah, his name didn’t help my high and dry walls. I won’t call it dry my conscious peered in again.

He went to grab the glass of cold water out of my hand as I was losing the battle of fighting my sexual arousal but when he touched me I flinched in surprise, tipping the cold water onto his clothes.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I apologized as his almost see through shirt was now clear to the point where I could see the defined abs and sharp V hiding under the fabric. His once dry shorts were soaked in the clear liquid.

“Hey it’s fine. Happens to the best of us.” He replied reassuringly as I just stood there guilty.

“I’ll grab you a dry towel.” I announced finally after a moment of silence for my vagina.

I rushed out of the bathroom to grab a towel from the stack of dry towels in the cupboard. I quickly made my way back to the bathroom to find him topless with no filter of clothing blocking his muscular body from tourist sightseeing.

“Here’s the towel.” I extended my hand with the dry fabric as he smiled taking the towel.

“I could throw your shirt in the dryer for you.” I offered as he shook his head in a refusal making me want to beg him to say yes so, I won’t have to see him without a shirt.

“Would you mind drying me off?” He asked as I stood there wide eyed. Did he have to say that while I was dying from my own burning core.

“Pardon.” I replied with the little remaining sanity left in my sexually awoken mind.

“Rihanna you’re wet.” He whispered in his husky voice as my eyes traveled down to my robe to find any soaked-up areas wet from the cold liquid.

“I’m not.” I announced as I still scanned over myself for any wet spots.

“Not there.” He remarked before stepping closer, until any space left between us was eaten by his lengthy steps.

His hand crept down my silk robe before creeping under the fabric where my defenseless pleasure box was dripping from excitement.

“Here.” He whispered into my ear as his fingers traced the outline of my dripping lips, making the similar set of goosebumps prickle on the surface of my smooth sun kissed skin.

“Please stop,” I whispered as my conscious slapped me for stopping myself from gaining the pleasure, while my sensible side was cheering me for making the wiser decision.

“Do you really want me to?” He asked as his fingers found my bundle of nerves, making my already dripping desires throb in need. A need for him to come fill it with his length.

“No but it’s wrong.” I practically moaned out as he smirked with his once innocent lime green eyes, which now were devilishly corrupted with a darker shade filled with lust and hunger.

“Then why does it feel so right to you Rihanna.” I practically cummed at his accent that one could die for.

“Fuck,” I cussed as one of his thick digits invaded my vaginal walls. My smooth walls instantly wrapped around his finger as he crooked it, hitting my G spot.

Before I could mutter anything, he pulled his dripping finger out of my dripping insides. Bringing his covered finger to his mouth, he licked his finger clean making me drool at his mercy.

“So sweet just like honey.” He whispered seductively as he went down with his hand once again, pushing in two fingers instead of the one. I moaned at the bold move while grasping onto his buff shoulders for support. He pumped in and out of me, tormenting it’s swollen walls.

“Please.” I begged as I gave into his assault on my poor sex that needed to be pleasured by his shaft.