Principles of Lust

by Mark Reed

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this. If you're younger than 18, don't read this.

Author's Note: It seems I've become involved in a Mutual Inspiration Society. The title of this story was/is written for the songfest in the Friday's Knights Writer's Lounge, but was intended for a completely different plot. This direction was inspired by Rod Ramsey's "Tease Me," which was in turn inspired by one of Arty's exchanges with Girl_Friday, who in turn have recently been bouncing several very entertaining stories off of each other. It seems Friday is pulling extra hours as a muse again. Lately, she's been involved in the creation of every one of my story ideas in one form or another. My hat also goes off to Rod for a very well done piece (not to mention some greatly appreciated editing of past works) and to Arty, for being (if possible) even sillier than me at times.

Whenever I'm feeling particularly blue, I listen to (of all things) "Byebyebye" or "This I Promise You" by N'Sync. Tonight I wasn't really feeling depressed so much as frustrated. When I'm frazzled, I listen to Enigma and Enya. I have an mp3 list full of their songs that I like to load up for background music or just to calm down to. It's most frequently used songlist. Lately I've needed a great deal of calming. This evening I needed something else entirely, but short of looking in the phone book for a "professional" male companion, it wasn't in the cards. So like always I found myself turning to my favorite songlist. I didn't even have to load it because I had been playing it in the morning before I left for work. I pressed play, not even paying attention to which song was up, and wandered across my room to plop listlessly onto my bed.

If you've never heard of Enigma, I'd heartily recommend checking them out. They have one albumn in particularly that I really enjoy titled "MCMXC A.D." which just happened to be the one I ended up listening to. The first track is a short introduction to the albumn where you're introduced to the 'voice of enigma' (rather sexy, in a non-gay way, may I add) and the stage is set for the next song. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself while the introduction rolled on, trying not to think of anything else but the music and words.

The next track started, but I wasn't paying close attention and you can't really tell unless you're looking for it because the music blends together. I just vaguely acknowledged the change as the beat pulsed through my body and the chanting washed across my skin. I felt engulfed in a sea of bass and treble, of voice and woodwind instrument and steady beating drum. I let my mind wander into the realm of dreams and wishes and let the song speak to something deeper inside me. Enigma makes great background music and this track is over eleven minutes long, so it's great for stuff like that.

I decided that I needed a man. Oh, God did I need a man. Nothing along the lines of "oh please protect me from the cruel harsh world and keep me chained to the kitchen forever, barefoot and pregnant." I just wanted a dick. A dick attached to a halfway decent body driven by a guy who knew how to be nice and didn't want to own people. But in my line of work, that type of man is a myth. There are plenty of dicks out there, but they're dicks through and through.

I adjusted my body so my legs were swinging over the bed, letting my feet touch the ground. I started tapping my foot to the beat of the music. This song kicks ass. It's so easy to let my body feel the sway and let myself swing or tap to the beat. It catches you in a rhythm that seems to both connect and separate mind and body. How can you not like a song that allows your body to move and your mind to drift? I can't dance and I hate trying, but I love this song because it lets me move. I wiggled my hips, feeling the jiggle spread across my body. I had already shed all my clothes save my bra and panties. There are times when it's nice not to have a guy around, too. No annoying wolf whistles. Men can be such pigs at times.

I sighed and let myself think naugty thoughts. They can be pigs, but they can be sweeties, too. And right then I was feeling frustrated enough that I wasn't at all concerned with personality as long as certain parts were in working order. The language of the lyrics in the song changed back to English and I let the words wash over me.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. Do what you feel, feel until the end. The principles of lust, are burned in your mind. Do what you want, do it until you find... love...

I smirked as I heard the words. I'd heard them a thousand times before but they had never seemed more real to me than right then. I certainly wanted to do what I felt, and I knew that if I started down that particular path, I was definitely going to feel until the end. I shrugged to myself and gave a mental what the hell. I figured it would make me a much happier person by morning. The words repeated and washed over me again.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. Do what you feel, feel until the end. The principles of lust, are burned in your mind. Do what you want, do it until you find... love...

I imagined myself at a beach, wearing a modest two piece bikini very similar to the bra and panties my real body was clad in. I lay face down on the sand, letting the sun tan my back. A pair of somewhat hairy legs approached and halted to cover me in shadow. I glanced up with my take-no-shit-from-anybody look and saw the quintessential surfer dude. Long blond hair, blue eyes, light but tanned skin, cleanshaven face, heavily muscled chest and abdomen, and a shit eating grin. His eyes seemed to twinkle in amusement. His arm and chest muscles flexed in a rolling display of masculine power. The large bulge in his shorts displayed his interest.

I rolled onto my back in the sand and posed invitingly. Sand stuck lightly to my top, drawing attention to my breasts. "Are you just going to look when you could touch?" I drawled teasingly. I know it's porno-esque, but it's my fantasy and I'll be cheesy if I want to.

He never said a word, behaving like the good little male stud that he was. He simply laid himself down next to me and ran a hand through my hair. I closed my eyes at the feel of the touch and let out a little purr. My eyes were still closed when his lips gently pressed against mine. I opened my mouth, signalling him to carry on, and his mouth opened in response. His tongue caressed my lower lip in one long stroke, then continued into my mouth to rub against my tongue. He withdrew for a moment and caressed my upper lip in a similar long, slow swipe, then advanced again to meet my tongue. He continued to alternate between my lips and tongue until my entire mouth felt sensetive and my lips were swollen. His tongue finally withdrew and his mouth began to close, closing mine along with it. My lips tingled as they were firmly pressed to his, and they tingled even more when his tongue snaked out to caress them again. The tingle sparked atop my skin and shot through my nerves to my nipples and even lower, drawing my attention to other parts of my body. That's when I noticed his hands gently squeezing my breasts through my top. My skin flamed at the touch.

His hands pulled at my top and gently raised it over my head to be flicked carelessly into the sand. Back in my bedroom, my bra was similarly discarded. His hands cupped my breasts and my nipples practically drilled into his palms. He spread his fingertips across the tops of my mounds of flesh and began making light circular motions with his hands. His palms lightly chaffed my nipples. His fingertips made circles across the tops of my breasts. The underside of my orbs occassionally touched the bottom of his palms. The contact was amazing. My skin flushed with color and tingling pleasure. My nerves shot bursts of fire randomly across my body, although most of the fire tended to end up between my legs. My breathing shortened and I allowed my head to tilt back. I felt him kiss the center of my throat, then work out to the sides of my neck. He nibbled on the skin of my neck for a moment, then snaked a tongue out to lick the length of my earlobe. His hands never stopped their circular motions.

One long lick of my earlobe became a second lick, then his tongue began lightly tickling the skin just behind my ear. I moaned and almost unconsciously put a hand on the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his hair and mentally demanded more attention.

The circular motions stopped and he grabbed both of my nipples. He rolled them lightly between his thumbs and forefingers. I moaned my pleasure and used the hand on his head to grab his hair. The rolling pressure increased and my moan doubled in volume. He began pinching them quickly and then continuing with the rolling. My breasts felt like two electric orbs topped with lightning rods. The sensation was incredible. My legs lifted up and after a little searching wrapped themselves around his waist. I flexed my thighs and felt the comfort of having something to squeeze.

I felt his hand on my stomach, pushing me firmly back to the ground, so I let go with my legs. I opened my eyes and watched him climb down my body until his mouth neared my center. I closed them again in anticipation and shoved my hands behind my head in an effort to feel restrained. His tongue introduced itself to that portion of my body with a single long lick up the lenth of my outer lips. I moaned and spread my legs wider in welcome. The tongue continued to gently insert itself between my first set of lips, making small, slow lapping motions up and down across my pussy. I inhaled sharply as one of the higher licks grazed my clit, then grazed it again. The tongue worked its way down and continued to explore my folds. It alternated between sloppy, dog-like lapping and stiff, hard-pressed licking. It dallied for a moment at the entrance to my tunnel, then worked its way back up to concentrate on my clit. As the tip of his tongue began playing a game of peekaboo with the top of my nerve-center, I felt a finger easily inserted into me. My body tensed further at the welcomed visitor and flexed in greeting. A second finger quickly joined the first, more than doubling the stimulation. The fingers hooked a little and began rubbing firmly into the nerves on the sides of my passage as they moved in and out. My hips jerked up and forward in response, causing his tongue to lose contact with my clit momentarily. His tongue quickly fount my button again and his fingers began pumping into me at a faster pace. I was panting in exertion and flexing the muscles of my legs constantly when I decided that I needed more. The beach disappeared.

Back in my room, I withdrew my fingers from myself and pulled them out of my panties. I sniffed them for a moment and briefly considered tasting myself, but blanched a bit and sat up instead. I hurriedly scrambled to my little toychest and grabbed my favorite dildo. I yanked my panties off and settled back onto my bed. The words of the song caught my attention momentarily as I pinched a nipple and spread my legs in preparation for the dildo.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand. Do what you feel, feel until the end. The principles of lust, are burned in your mind. Do what you want, do it until you find... love...

I imagined myself on a white fluffy cloud, surrounded by a large field of equally fluffy clouds amidst a bright blue sky. Somewhere above me my surfer lover descended to meet me, this time displaying two large white feathery wings. I had always wanted to make love to an angel.

He dropped quickly to my cloud and drew close to me. He grabbed my hips with his hands and kissed me fiercely. I returned the kiss with heated vigor. Our tongues battled briefly for dominance before mine retreated into my mouth and allowed him the control I so desperately wanted to give him. He lifted me with his now supernatural strength and my legs wrapped themselves around his thighs. Our bodies adjusted almost automatically so that my legs were wrapped correctly and our pelvises were joined. I could feel his long, hard cock throbbing gently against my stomach. I pulled away a bit and his hips pulled back. He adjusted himself without breaking our kiss (fantasy men are really good at not ruining a mood with the mundane necessities of reality) and I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I broke our kiss and stared lustily into his eyes. I immersed myself in those crystal blue orbs as I felt him slide slowly into me. I hissed a loud and long overdue 'yesssss.'

The penetration felt so good. It had been far too long. I mentally chastised myself for not doing this often enough and began humping my hips up to meet his descending thrusts. Our paces matched into a comfortable rhythm which quickly gained speed. His grip on my hips tightened as he suddenly lifted me and turned me around until he was standing and I was wrapped around him, connected primarily by our hips. His pretty blue eyes looked into mine for another moment before they shifted focus to stare at my breasts. His head bent down and he latched onto a nipple. His cock thrust into me as his tongue flicked at the nipple caught between his lips. I tensed my vaginal muscles in reply, almost melting from the pleasure of having something long and firm inserted in my center. His tongue flicks gave way to a rhythmic sucking, and my nipple quickly became the center of a building fire in my chest. My cheeks flushed further at the pleasure and I concentrated on thrusting onto his cock with even more energy.

I imagined what we would look like in that position. I saw his angelic body standing firm, holding me by my waste and bending his head into my heaving and jiggling bossom. His feathery white wings stretched out and around me, shading me from the view of other heavenly beings and protecting me. I saw the muscles flexing and tightening across his body in a display of masculine power. I clenched my vaginal muscles even tighter around the welcome intruder in reply. The pleasure was exquisite. I could feel myself quickly approaching the edge. The heavenly chorus mixed with the songs of Enigma, and the music surrounded and supported me as I finished the last legth of my climb.

The principles of lust, are easy to understand.

Thrusting his hard cock into me, filling my depths, clenching my muscles around it and creating tingles that flowed from my groin to every extremity of my body.

Do what you feel, feel until the end.

Pinching and rolling my nipple, imagining his wet tongue flicking the tip, his firm lips wrapped around the base.

The principles of lust, are burned in your mind.

Flexing the muscles in my thighs in time with the rocking of my hips. The pinches to my nipple matched the rhythm of the dildo as it rammed in and out of my center, pushing me further and further to the edge.

Do what you want, do it until you find...

Flexing my vaginal motions as tight I can, feeling the dildo rammed harder and faster in and out, filling and emptying me so fast now and the stimulation of my nipple being rolled roughly adding to the chorus of pleasure singing through my body and oh god so close now and imagining his white wings surrounding me and his angelic body flexing and tensing and coming and so close and

love...

YESSSSSSSSS!!

My muscles tensed in waves that echoed the pleasure rolling through my body. My hips lifted towards the heavens, pleading to be filled with something more than hard plastic and singing with joy at the same time. My blood pulsed in strong throbs, my skin beaded with sweat, my nerves shot electric fire through my body, overloading and short circuiting the synapses of my brain. Pleasure seemed to personify and invite itself in for tea. I never stopped pumping the dildo in and out of me, creating smaller waves of pleasure once the large ones had passed. Finally Pleasure seemed to finish its tea and step back out to join the rest of the world. My hips collapsed down to the bed and my hand lost the grip I had on the dildo. I flexed one last time and felt it slip out of me. My brain found a way to bootstrap its way back into the on position and I blinked my eyes in amazement. That one had been intense.

I lay on my bed as the song ended and the next track started. By the time that one ended, my breathing had steadied and I had enough energy to drag myself off the bed and start cleaning up the mess I had made. I took care of the room and took a short shower, and then half staggered over to the computer and turned the mp3 program off. I crawled into bed and fell alseep.

That night I dreamed of woodwind instruments, thrumming drums, and a flying penis. I'll never look at Enigma the same way again.

~Fin~