Sunday, December 29, 2013

Dark Stranger - First Encounter - Part 3

He gazed into her eyes telling her to open to him completely.  He spoke no words, but she knew what he wanted, and Nina was ready to submit to his will.  She removed her hoodie and dropped it to the ground where his eyes motioned.  He gazed at her camisole, and as she pulled it over her head, he watched with a look of pure lust as her breasts revealed their excitement – nipples hard and erect – her breathing shallow and quick.  He gestured with his eyes once again to her jeans.  She unzipped the zipper with fingers shaking, not with fear, with anticipation of what was to come.  As she bent down to remove her boots, he stopped her with one touch of his hand.  He silently shook his head no.  He reached down to grasp one leg bringing it up to him as he unzipped the boot sliding it off her foot and dropping it to the ground.  He did the same with her other boot, then motioned for her to continue with her strip.  Nina lowered her jeans keeping her eyes fixed on his ensuring that she was following his lead. 
            Her jeans hit the ground with a soft thud.  He used his studded boot to kick them out of the way, and looking down, he directed her to unzip his own jeans.  She reached out with her hands, but he stopped her and gently shook his head “No.”  Not understanding, she looked at him with questioning eyes and a furrowed brow.  He quietly whispered, “Your mouth.”  He gently pushed her to her knees and guided her head to the defined bulge in his jeans.  Now, she understood.  She reached for his zipper with her mouth and using her teeth, unzipped his jeans.  Looking up to him for guidance, he nodded slightly, and she pulled his hardened cock out of its resting place with both of her hands. 
            Again, she gazed up to his eyes asking for direction.  He gave her a slight smile and nod.  Reaching down, he gently touched her lips with his thumb rimming it around her lips and into her mouth.  The dark stranger nodded to his enlarged cock, and as she opened her mouth, he pushed her head toward him.  She gently licked the tip of the head and lightly sucked the pre-cum from the opening.  She looked up to him, and he smiled with approval then nodded for her to continue.  Her mouth covered the head of his engorged cock, and flicking her tongue around the rim where she knew would give him the greatest pleasure, her inner submissive was already delighting in giving him pleasure.
            He used one hand to brace himself against the brick building wall behind Nina and the other to grasp her hair positioning her head to accept the enormity of his fully engorged cock.  She looked up at him understanding that he wanted her to take the entire shaft into her mouth.  He was much larger than Marc, but it wasn’t only the length, it was the thickness.  She was not sure she would be able to accept it into her mouth.  Her slight pause brought disapproval to his eyes and a slight glare.  Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that she had affronted his dominance.  


         

Friday, December 27, 2013

Dark Stranger - First Encounter - Part 2




          He lowered his head just a bit not as an act of submission at all, but as a clue of where he desired her to stop just in front of where he stood.  There were no words spoken and none needed.  Nina understood immediately what he wanted from her.  Her breath quickened as she slowed her pace to a halt just in front.  His eyes were dark brown and burned into her own green eyes with knowledge far beyond anything she could understand.  His leather jacket opened slightly more as a sudden gust of air whirled around them both.  Her mouth dry – she tried to lick her lips, but realized that it wasn’t to moisten her lips at all.  He was willing her to him in the most erotic dance, and licking her lips was her way of communicating to him that she was ready.
            As she stood before him breathing in his sexual power, he demanded with his eyes what she had only fantasized about.  He placed his hands around her throat – not menacing, but gently holding with his thumbs placed in the space where her throat met her chest.  Her breaths were quicker and she felt a tightening in her lower stomach.  He give just a slight squeeze, and Nina lowered herself to her knees before him.  In this moment, there was the purest agreement between she and him carrying with it the understanding of her next move.  She placed both of her hands behind her back and peered up into his eyes; he cupped her chin in one hand and held the back of her head in the other.  She saw both darkness and tenderness in his eyes, and she agreed in her heart that she would always submit to his desires whatever they would bring.
            The agreement made – he lifted her gently to her feet.  One hand still placed at the back of her head, he brought her lips to his.  His mouth surrounded hers as he searched with his tongue for the opening into the door of her passion.  She accepted his kiss and opened her mouth to accept the searching tongue.  Tongue against tongue – lips against lips – she released a light groan telling him all he needed to know.  He pressed her to his body as she melted into his caress.  His was a caress of heat coupled with passion that held her so tightly to him that she could not breathe without gasping.  She moved her hands around his neck pulling him further into her mouth as she searched his lips with her own.  He pulled away, shaking his head no, and gently led her into the alleyway.  

Dark Stranger - First Encounter, part 1



            
 A sleepless night again.  Nina could not bear to toss and turn another night while her ex-husband, Marc, lay in his own bed in his new home with his new wife.  She wondered if he was more attentive to her than he was to her.  Nina threw the covers back imagining how Marc lay stiff as a corpse on nights like this almost as if he dreaded her knowing he was awake.  She always wondered if he just didn’t find her attractive even though he always insisted she was sexy to him.  Yeah, right!  If your wife is sexy, you don’t turn her down or ignore her or put a football game in front of being with her. 
            She padded into the kitchen peering at the oven clock.  2:00 am.  Wishing the time were earlier so she could go out, she had an idea to take a walk.  Not sure how safe she would be, Nina knew it would be better than just sitting in the dark alone or watching some stupid infomercial on the television.  Rushing back into her bedroom to change clothes, she rammed her right pinky toe into the ottoman.  Shit!  Shit! Shit!  Hopping on her left foot, she laughed.  Marc was always accusing her of being the clutziest woman alive.  No, not clutzy, just focused on something else.
            She changed into her black skinny jeans and a black camisole tank top that hugged her body in places that had not been hugged for a long time.  Throwing on a black hoodie and gingerly slipped her boots over her throbbing and now very swollen toe.  She carefully placed her foot down on the floor testing the pain of bearing weight on her damaged foot.  Not too bad!  I think I can make it.
            Keys in pocket – cell phone in pocket – good to go.  She slipped out of the door wondering why she was being so quiet, except from old habits of sneaking away from Marc while he slept.  She stepped onto her front porch and lifted her face to the air.  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath filling her lungs with the cool night air.  The full moon was high in the early morning sky and cast a glow around her illuminating shadows obscured in darkness. Nina was never afraid of being out in the early mornings like this.  There was always a feeling of being watched by someone or something in the shadows that excited her and allowed her to fantasize about meeting a dark lover that would sweep her boring sex life off its feet.  She hoped to see the dark stranger that she had seen often on her early morning walks.  He never spoke but always watched her as she approached and gave her a slight smile and nod as she passed.  Nina desired to see if his eyes followed her, but was afraid to glance back.  She was not afraid of him – she was afraid of her reaction to him.
            Nina walked down the steps onto the cool pavement.  There was a slight breeze this morning that gently lifted her long, black hair from her face.  She lifted her face to the breeze and let it caress her, breathing in the feeling of a lover’s soft caress.  As she turned the corner from her building, she looked down the abandoned street, heart quickening, to see if “he” was there.  His usual corner was three blocks down from her building leaning against the street light pole.  There he was!  Only something was a bit different tonight.  Instead of the usual sweat pants and hoodie, he wore tight low riding dark jeans, no shirt, and a dark leather jacket opened, displaying the most perfect ab structure Nina had ever seen. 
            He leaned against the street light in a casual stance with one leg braced on the ground and the other against the pole.  As she approached His corner, she studied his boots – shiny black boots with silver studs on the toes  - obviously expensive.  His stood casually leaning against the street light exuding raw, sexual power tempered with the self-assurance of a man who always got exactly what he wanted with no arguments.  As Nina came closer, he pushed away from the street light placing both hands lightly in his waistband with fingers pointing toward that mystical home for what she knew would be an experience of magic and unbridled lust and power.

Welcome to the Wylde Syde

Welcome to the site for Camille Wylde.  It is here that I will post my erotica poems, short stories, and teases to my new book, Dark Stranger.

I am excited to finally break free of old thoughts and embrace the Wylde Syde of my own self.  Some of my poems and short stories cross genres between paranormal, fantasy, and erotica.

My idol is Anais Nin, a true feminist and early erotica writer who was truly before her time.  She has been my inspiration in all of this.

I also am an abstract painter that paints with erotica influences and will be publishing paintings here are as well along with amazing photography by Freddy Camarjo.

I invite you to sit back and relax.  Let your imagination run Wylde!  Let it run on the Wylde Syde!