Having found myself in the need of a new read, I headed out looking for a new bookstore to raid. Five blocks into the late afternoon, I ran across a small ma and pa’s bookstore. The building was well maintained and looked perfect for my next book choice. With this in mind, I walked into the store on the jingle of bells hanging from the handle.
Upon first impression, I fell in love with the characterized building. Walking farther back among the shelves, I found a hidden nook with a fireplace blazing and a comfortable looking couch; a fuzzy, gray blanket folded nicely on one of the couch’s arms. The couch looked so inviting, but I figured I should find a book first before laying back and entering the enjoyable world of literature.
Moving among the rows of books, I found myself reading the summaries of most as many were unrecognizable - even though having read many books. One in particular caught my eye; the summary was that of pirates, treasure and love. I decided this story was perfect for a relaxing moment, taking in the home feel and warm fireplace of the bookstore.
Removing the book from the dust of the shelf, I am awed to find the most handsome eyes piercing deep into my soul and sparking my heart. All I was able to do was gape, mouth wide open at how expressive and wonderful these soulful orbs looked. In fact, I believed the eyes staring back at me were filled with a growing hunger.
Giving a small, nervous smile, I replaced the book of my interest and walked around to introduce myself. The moment I rounded the corner, I was once again shook speechless. The man before me was just as handsome as his colorful eyes, so delectable that I would love a taste.
Before I could even say a thing, he whispered, “Darling, would you care to try something wild and exciting with me? We are in the romantic genre section after all.”
Gulping, all I could do was nod my consent. He was too wonderful to deny. Giving a husky laugh, he disappeared only after informing me to remain where we were for a moment. When he returned, he came from behind, pressing his body up against mine. His voice brushed lightly over my eardrum, tickling my senses alive. “The books will tell us what we will do. Your job is to open to a page and read the first sentence. Whatever the book instructs we obey; so choose wisely, my dear.”
Gasping in delight, I couldn’t help but agree that such a game would be fun, but I had a question I needed to ask of him first, “Won’t you tell me your name? I need something to scream when I cum.”
“If I told you, what fun would it be as the mystery disappears. If this goes as well as I believe it will, I’ll gladly give you a name and number, particularly my name and number.”
Once again, I nodded before my shaking hand reached for the book that would begin this charade. Turning the pages, I ended up somewhere in the middle, reading the first sentence available, “She wiggled her hips in need.”
This author knew just where to start. I was in need as I found my hips grinding into my stranger’s swollen, pant-clad cock. Just knowing his desire for me made me all the hotter that I let out a moan. Throwing the book behind me, I grabbed for another. “He slipped his hands beneath her shirt, cupping her full breasts.”
Instantly, I felt his warm hands running up my navel, twirling patterns, slowly driving me crazy. Just before I began to beg, he cupped my breasts in a massage over my bra. With a light squeeze, he slid is fingers beneath the wire cups of the bra and pressed flesh into flesh, making me whimper. His hot mouth was against my ear as his gravely tone whispered, “How does it feel to be at the mercy of books and in the hands of a stranger?”
I hissed out my answer, “So good!”
With that for a reply, he grabbed the third book in our series. Flipping it open, “Feeling the passions, they stripped from their clothes in order to be closer.”
Following the rules of the game, we followed the poetic words of another’s story, creating our own in the process. Both of us were out of the confining fabric in moments, and I, finally freed, was reaching for the next chapter in our dance.
Throwing the book open, my eyes lit with ravenous delight as I interpreted the text, “Her tongue swirled over the lollipop, tasting the wonder before sliding it into her mouth to enjoy.”
Sliding to my knees, I took in the glorious sight of his hard cock, sliding my hands down and over, getting a feel of his manhood. Knowing he would fill my mouth completely and later my pussy, my tongue darted out to slide over the delicious tip. The sweet precum tasted much like the sweet candy in the story. His head fell back in a moan as I engulfed his tasty member completely. Slurping and bobbing my head, I really enjoyed the feel of his heat gliding along my tongue, brushing into my throat.
As I devoured his stiff wood, he reached for another binding to give us a passage, “Pulling her along his body, he wraps her legs around his waist.”
His fingers twined in my hair, dragging me tight along his body. My breasts tickled by the hairs decorating his hard, firm body. Each moment turned my nipples harder and harder. Too soon, my legs hugged tightly around his hips as the heat of his cock warmed against my wet pussy and electrified clit without touching. Using one hand, I reached behind me, gripping at the paperback of another step to this wild, passionate romance. “With deliberate slowness, he began to fill her inside, groaning out as liquid heat surrounds his cock.”
With words for a guide, I felt myself stretched and filled at a turtle’s pace. I tried not to wiggle my hips to take him in all at once. This game was becoming more difficult as my passion continued to grow. Bottoming out deep inside, my pussy squeezed around his pulsing cock. Holding still, we relished in the connection of bliss.
Sighing in pleasure and need, I grabbed another story, hoping against all odds that this next one would allow us to go wild. Sadly, it decided to prolong our pleasured agony, “Bending his head, he kissed along her flesh, working toward her rosebud nubs, to taste.”
Smirking at my obvious desire for orgasm and being denied, my stranger lowered his seductive mouth and places the sweetest of kisses against my collarbone. Following the bone from my shoulder to lower neck, he began to nibble and lick.
Each slight motion of his head jolted the rest of his body, particularly his stiff member inside me. The movements pressed his cock into my sensitive walls, making it even harder to stay still and obey the words of our story. Biting my lip to hold my concentration, I only had a moment to suck in a breath before his mouth clasped onto my right nipple and all thoughts fled. Electricity shot through my nerves as his mouth embraced my nub; his tongue rubbing in such an exquisite way.
With a quick little nip, my lover makes a soft path towards my unattended perk.
With a muffled laugh that vibrated through me, He nipped and reached behind me for another cover, passing it to me. As I opened to our sentence, I was relieved to find the words I needed in order to fall over into oblivion. “Their desire overwhelmed them until both were exploding in the chasm of pleasure.”
Upon finishing the sentence, he deliberately pulled slowly from me; just his tip remained surrounded by my heat. Looking deep into my eyes, he plows forward at a steady pace, once again burying deep. Each penetration of his stiff member had my pussy walls clasping and quivering. The friction created by our joined bodies had us both panting in lust as the control we exhibited was quickly disappearing. Wishing to give me a boost because he was so close to spilling, I felt his fingers brushing against my clit.
With a rough press of his thumb, I screamed out “God” in sheer passion as my body tensed, losing all parts of the world and of thought. Lost in my delight, I felt him tense in my kneading pussy as his heat flooded far into me. Losing our strength from the release, we slid gingerly to the floor. Finding ourselves in the pile of books that has led to our adventure’s conclusion; he pulled me to him, pressing our sated bodies close as we catch our breath in among romantic literature, raptured in the afterglow.
His lips brushed along the roots of my chocolate hair. “That was hotter than anything I could have imagined. You were the perfect partner for such an escapade. I suppose I owe you my name and number. After all, that was what I promised.”
“While that does sound lovely, instead, why not meet with me tomorrow at 2 o’clock instead? This way we can keep the mystery alive and try out this very cozy nook I found. The couch looks perfect for some more adventure, also it will probably be less pointy of a landing.” I giggled of the fact that I could feel one hard covered story prodding my lower back and another nestling between my legs, soaking in the after effects of our love making.
His laugh rumbled through me. “Very well, I’ll keep the mystery, princess. Though, I would like to know what you’ll scream in place, for next time. After all, I am no ‘God’.”
Laughing at the recall of my scream, I couldn’t help but tease. My seductive voice a swirling caress against his skin, “Well that depends. What can you handle being called?”
Feeling him smile in my hair, “well I enjoy calling you ‘Princess’, how about making me your partner in crime with ‘Prince’?”
“Charming! But no, you are no prince. You are a thief that steals away passions, coveting a princess’s treasures. How about Sinbad, much like the pirates I was going to read about before you appeared?”
He sat silent for a moment before, once more, placing a kiss on the top of my head. “I can live with that. If in your eyes I’m a pirate, then I really am one.”
Disentangling from one another, we slowly scrambled for our clothes, a heaviness settling on our hearts; not wanting the glory of our oneness to end but knowing with departure, tomorrow would come all the faster. Yet, then again, wanting something to happen so badly and counting the minutes, could easily make today seem forever the moment we say our goodbyes.
Finally completely covered, I faced him again, committing him to memory, knowing I would enjoy myself later over the thoughts of our fun. Turning under my gaze, I find his lips melting into mine as if it were too painful to part until tomorrow. “The book you were going to choose before my savvy interruption, I highly recommend. I, personally, make a great appearance there. I hope you enjoy!”
Before I can even question the meaning behind his words, he was gone; the jingle from the bells on the door the only information for me to know that he has departed. Sighing as lost in thought, I picked up my first choice of story to read. My pirates were still going to be a great read, even if they weren’t him. Opening to the back, I wished to know about the author. I’m stunned once more, staring back up at me was my mystery man. Letting my eyes drift lower, I found the name he chose to be entitled.
My stunned expression disappeared to utter disbelief as his name stares me in the face. “Sinbad Pirate.” Reading the caption below, it is obviously an alias, a name he chose for himself. No wonder he wasn’t that opposed being compared to a thief or pirate, he had already decided that he was one.
How could I be so foolish? Shaking my head in disbelief, I knew where I had been swept away that name and personality didn’t matter; it was his eyes. They had showcased diamonds lying just below the clear of a Caribbean ocean.
I had seen a treasure that I desired, so much so, that I had to see whom they belonged to. Much like a Siren, I was ensnared by his beauty and the promise of such wonders. I bashed against the rocks, hoping against all odds, I would survive. Yet, my survival didn’t depend on my will, but on my stranger’s desire. He had shaken me to my core and I was still standing, addicted and ready for more.
Smiling, I slipped the book under my arm and headed for the counter. I would take this romance and enjoy it at home. With my favorite toys on hand, I could weave the story in my imagination, making it play out, to the best of my ability, in real time. Paying what was required for my new read, I headed out, looking forward to tomorrow and seeing my pirate again.
Maybe I would become the inspiration for his newest novel. Then again, I could be the one piece of the treasure he wished to covet and never let see the light of day, or in this case, not be seen in the same way as his eyes capture me. One thing was for certain, I was a part of his treasures and happy to be a Siren’s gem.
Then again, he was coming back at my behest. Did that mean that I was the siren luring in a pirate as dangerous as Sinbad? Pausing in thought, I started to see such a possibility. I was a siren hypnotized by a pirate, wishing to keep the man. Seeing this as truth, that made Sinbad an even more dangerous creature in this game. He could very well steal my heart and livelihood, and I would let him. In fact, I would give it over without resistance to do with as he wanted.
In fact, I found myself missing a piece of my own pearl. A piece of my heart was already in my Pirate’s hand, and in order not to allow him to take it all without fair exchange, I would have to lure his heart to me. Would our story end in beauty, or would it become a power hungry war to take control of one another? I was hoping for the first, then we would both be winners, for if the latter occurred, I don’t believe I would be able to hold fight, allowing myself to become a mere trinket among many.
