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Authors: Paul Christian
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The Secret Journey
by Paul
Christian
Published by
Melange Books, LLC
White Bear Lake, MN 55110
The Secret Journey, Copyright 2012 by Paul
Christian
ISBN:
978-1-61235-655-6
Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this
book are products of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of
this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any
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Published in the United States of America.
Cover Art by Caroline Andrus
The Secret Journey
Paul
Christian
With these words, author Paul Christian
starts weaving a seductive web that inexorably draws the reader
into his dark and intensely erotic world. The line between fantasy
and reality blurs, grows faint, and is finally broken as he
beguiles the reader into a compelling sexual exploration unlike any
other. Half narrative, half love letter, The Secret Journey is not
a story but an experience, arousing, hypnotic, and relentlessly
compelling. It is a masterwork destined to stand with the classics
of erotic literature.
For Honey
Table of Contents
Ab Initio
Yeah I want you.
I want you, spread on
my bed like a banquet, to feed the hunger of my lust, and quench
the thirst of my desire. I want you like nothing else and I’m going
to have you too. I’m going to have you right now, just take you,
just make you do exactly everything you want so much for me to make
you do. What I love is the way your pupils dilate when I say that,
when you read that. What I love is the way your breathing quickens
ever so slightly, the way your lips part, suddenly dry.
Right now, this time, this place, it’s just
you and me, alone and private. This is our time and nothing else
counts, all the rules are gone. You aren’t reading this when and
where I’m writing it, but it’s still the same thought, the same
words surging from my mind and into you, into the fertile womb of
your imagination. I don’t know you, not even your name. I can’t see
you, can’t hear you, but I can feel you out there and I am going to
have you, oh yes, oh yes. I don’t give a damn about your husband or
your boyfriend or your girlfriend, and I care less what your family
and your neighbours and your friends might think. This is about you
and me, and nothing matters but the fact that you’re a ripe and
fertile woman and I’m a man strong enough and smart enough to have
you like this. You can deny it if you want and maybe you are, but
you’ve licked your parted lips by now and you’re not going to stop
reading. You don’t want the phone to ring, you don’t want a friend
to visit. You’re mine and I’m already taking you exactly where you
need to be taken and you don’t want it to stop.
No you don’t want it to stop at all, what you
want is more, and more, and more. You want to feel my hands in your
hair, pulling your head back. You want your lips parted and my
mouth on yours to take your gasp away. You want to be plundered
like pirate treasure and you know that’s just what’s going to
happen, and you can feel your nipples firming at the thought. And
yes, your crotch is getting wet as you feel the desire to slide
your hand down to your eager swelling clit. You want that more than
anything, and you know how good it’s going to feel to slide your
finger over it, teasing, teasing, then up inside, up between your
moist and pouting folds. But you’re not going to, no you’re not.
You’re not going to because I don’t want you to and while we do
this you’re going to do exactly what I want. That’s the way it’s
going to work, that’s the game and we’re already playing, and you
don’t have to admit you like it because I already know you do, or
you wouldn’t still be here now.
Understand, this isn’t complicated. No it’s
very simple, very basic. You’ll get no roses in the morning, no shy
glances, soft caresses. I don’t care what you want, but I know what
you need and I know I need to give it to you, oh yes, oh so hard,
and oh so deep. And you can deny it if you like but you’re wet now
and what I want is your hands on your breasts, touching them,
stroking them, so warm and alive, soft and feminine. Do it, right
now, fingertips grazing that soft, beautiful flesh. Now, right now.
Don’t touch your nipples, though I know they're already ready,
eager for the slightest touch. Just feel your tits, so round and
firm, and now weigh them, press them, squeeze them. Squeeze them
hard, fingers digging in like mine would, like mine will, like I
owned them. Don’t be gentle, don’t even try. Do it hard, very hard,
hard enough to make you gasp and then do it harder. You don’t want
gentle, you want rough and you only wish I’d let you do this to
your nipples too, hard now themselves, aching, pointing, eager for
their own turn. You only wish I was right there to do it for you,
do that and so much more. You want me to just get on with it, take
them, tug them, squeeze them till the thrill soaks your cunt,
squeeze them till you gasp, squeeze them till they hurt and you
want it to stop and I do it harder anyway and your knees go weak
and you know you’re mine, know it deep in your cunt, your moist and
hungry cunt, swelling now, clit firm and ready and getting wetter
every second.
Yeah you want that on your nipples, you know
it and I know it and I want you to say it, say it right now, say it
out loud. “Yes.” Go on, say it. Say it because this won’t work if
you don’t and you’ve gone too far to back out now. Say it because
you want to say it, say it because you need it to say it. Don’t
read another line until you’ve said it to me, out loud.
“Yes.”
Out loud.
"Yes."
And I can hear the tremble in your voice,
hear the catch in the whisper. Say it again, say it louder this
time, like you mean it, like you need it.
“Yes.”
And the word releases you. Oh yes, I hear
you, honey, and yes I do love to hear you say it, and yes you can,
yes you can slide your fingers over your ripe, firm nipples. Feel
them anxious, upturned, needy, getting harder beneath your
fingertips. Squeeze them gently, feel them stiff and proud, feel
your back arch to press your breasts forward into your hands.
Squeeze them more, feel the pressure build and build, right up to
the edge. Hold them there, lift your breasts with them. You like
that, don’t you? You like showing off your lovely tits like that,
so ripe and full and sensitive. You want more, I know you do,
greedy woman that you are. You want it all, you want everything and
everything is exactly what you’re going to get. Go on, you know how
to get more by now, don’t you. Say it…
“Yes.”
Oh honey, you can do better than that, you
can do so much better than that. You don’t want it if you can’t say
it better than that. Go on, try again, louder, clearer.
“Yes.”
Like you mean it.
“Yes!”
Like you need it!
“YES!”
And that was better, and yes I do love to
hear it, but yes is not enough, not anymore. Let’s try…
“Please”
That’s what I want from you, what I want to
hear from your trembling lips. Lick them for me because they’re dry
again, and say it for me once again, say it because you want it,
say it because you need it, say it because you know how much it
turns me on to hear you say it.
“Please.”
And now you’ve said it, think about what you
look like - breathing faster, teasing your nipples, squeezing them
hard and begging for it harder. How do they feel - hard and swollen
and sore and sensitive and aching, aching for more. How do you feel
- sexy, slutty, slighty crazy to be doing this, but you’re doing it
and you’re going to keep doing it till I’m done with you. Think
about how it makes you feel to say it one more time, how it makes
you feel to give yourself like that, begging for it harder on your
swollen, aching nipples.
“Please”
Oh that’s so beautiful to hear. And think
about how it makes me feel to know you’re saying it. Think about
what it’s like for me. Think about how much I love knowing exactly
what I’m doing to you, how much I love it that I can have you just
like this. Come on, honey, convince me that you want it.
“Please, please, please. Please let me tease
them, squeeze them. Please let me please you with them, please,
please, please.”
And since you asked so nicely, yes you can.
Pinch them, twist them hard, hard, harder. Twist them till you
gasp, and yes I love the sound of that even more than the sound of
'Please', though that’s still on your lips now, it won’t leave
them, “Please pleaseplease”, mixed around the gasps and groans and
yes I love the sound of you giving in, giving yourself over to the
moment, over to me. Your cunt is soaked now, soaked and still
getting wetter and your hips need to move, need to rock. They won’t
stay still, can’t stay still, feel them respond as you respond. And
what you want right now, what you crave, what you need, is not
seduction, not romance. What you want, what you need, what you
crave right now is nothing more or less than for me to fuck you. My
hands on your hips, hard on the swell of your ass, spreading you,
exposing you, opening you for my cock. And you know what I want to
hear as you slide your hand down to your swollen ready clit.
“Fuck me.”
Yeah, slide it down there, honey. Slide it up
and down and feel the need, feel the thrill. And God, I love it
when you say that, demanding, pleading, eager, willing. Let me hear
it.
“Fuck me.”
And what I love is the glisten of your cunt
and the way its scent goes straight to the back of my brain and
tells me to hurry up and get inside you, deep, deep in you,
claiming you, possessing you, making you mine, all mine. And what I
love is the way your legs just open automatically, the way your
hips move up to present your perfect pussy - framed by your ass and
thighs like living art. And what I love is the need in your voice,
the wild, trembling need revealed as you rub your clit in
desperation. Say it for me honey.
“Please fuck me. Please”
And there’s nothing like the instant when I
thrust it in and I don’t care if what I hear is pain or pleasure
and I doubt you know yourself. I’m not here to treat you gently, I
am here to spread you, take you, make you, fill you, use you,
stretch you tight around my rigid, thrusting throbbing cock. Feel
it, feel it pounding in you, tearing from your throat the words you
can’t contain.
“Please oh please oh fuck me hard hard
hard!”
And I am here to slam it in you because you
are exactly what I need right now, spread and wet and full and
fucked. And I don’t care if it hurts you or it hurts me, I’m just
here to make you scream and make you beg and I don’t care that
you’ll lose your mind to your bursting clit. I just care that
you’re right there, right now, your perfect ass at the perfect
angle and your perfect cunt rammed full of cock. I am going hold
you there and keep you there and fuck you hard and harder still
until I’m done, and the only thing that makes it better is to hear
your pre-orgasmic cry.
“Fuck me oh my fucking god please fuck me
fuck mefuckme!”