Isis

Isis Isis

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

Shelley longs to spice up her sex life.....enter Isis....

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Shelley longs to spice up her sex life.....enter Isis....

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Submitted: May 14, 2015

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Submitted: May 14, 2015

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Shelley stared up into her man's eyes for a flicker of a second before breaking the connection. She then closed them hiding her soul away as he took her. As he thrust himself inside her with just an obligatory moan from her. 

Matt is her husband of two years. Two measly years. Their four year relationship has brought on some of the best times of her life, including their son Max. She loves her little family and they have the perfect life. 

Perfect apart from this, their bedroom antics. The place that they used to spend all of their time. Then she got pregnant and suffered with depression pretty severely. It broke her to the point that she never thought she'd get fixed. It was bleak for a while and Matt tried everything to keep them going. It took a good year for her to see that her life, her mind and her happiness were worth fighting for. 

So after months of therapy, medication and help from those she loves the most, she was back on her feet. Life was good again and she was the wife and mother she needed to be. But one thing still suffers, the image of herself and as a result, her sex life was drying up. 

Matt began to pick up the pace and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Words of devotion and love that melted her, but there was something missing for her. The enjoyment was gone because the awkwardness killed it.  

He soon shot his load and rolled off her asking the same question he always does making her feel worse because no man should need to ask. "Was that okay?" 

"Yeah, course babe..." She smiled and feigned fatigue. He spooned her then being the affectionate man he's always been. It was a comfort to know that he loved her and that at least he was satisfied to an extent. The seed spilling out of her is a testament to that, but she would love to give him more. To be the way she used to be when they first met. 

She is so ashamed of her weight gain from the baby and the meds, as well as the stretch marks, that she hides away now. The lights stay out and she pulls the duvet over them for good measure. She keeps his hands away from her body pretending to want to hold them instead while he has his way with her. 

If not for the glow of the TV she would be lost in the dark, but it gives her a chance to look into his beautiful eyes when she is feeling brave, like she was tonight. Only that lasted for all of two seconds and the awkwardness pulled her back. 

She listened to him snore softly in her ear and let her fears taunt her, but the frustration was winning through. She needed release soon, needed the satisfaction that her husband gets and wants to fuck him for a change. Fuck him like she used to, like every time was the last time. 

The next morning Matt went to work early as he normally does and she dropped their son off at nursery before returning home to write. 
She writes daily, but nothing ever sticks and the ideas run dry after a couple of chapters. The spark is gone there too. 

As perfect as her life seems on the outside, she often finds herself wishing she could be someone else. Someone confident, someone with a fuck you attitude and someone that would walk into her husband's office and fuck him senseless. She smiled at the idea of her. 

Isis. The name just rolled off the tongue and made her smile. For fun she googled it and smiled upon reading that she was the queen of life and magic, how fitting. The grin spread wider reading that she was queen of the goddesses. Yeah, Isis ruled those bitches. 

Just like that she was born in her mind. A real beauty with long dark hair like her own that fell down her back like a blanket of silk. She wears lace befitting any goddess, but no other looks the way she does in the delicate material. Isis walks into a room and everything stops because the air around her demands authority, demands respect and no man or woman can resist her. But there is only one that captures her, one that she needs deep inside her and she thought of her husband. 

She stopped and is stunned to see that she just typed all of that as she thought it. Isis was staring back at her on the screen. She shifted in her seat and is enjoying the wetness between her thighs. The dampness of her dreams and an idea occurred to her. For the first time in Christ knows how long she felt a burning desire that couldn't be ignored or extinguished by self loathing. 

Isis slammed the car door and the clacking of her stilettos on the pavement matched the pounding of her heart. The adrenalin pumped through her as she entered the building and stood in the lift. She whipped her long hair back letting it fall wildly behind her. 

She walked out onto the busy office floor and got the usual admiring glances from the fools that weren't fit to even say her name. She is Isis and only one man can scratch her itch.  She licked her lips in anticipation as she approached his office. 

"Shell what are you..." He said from behind his desk. But stopped as she held her hand up and cut him off. She looks different, the dark makeup amplified the beautiful green in her eyes making them glow. She is brighter and looking at him with a hunger that has been missing of late.

"Shut up!!! You don't speak until I allow it!! There's only one thing I want from you..." She purred with all of the confidence of the goddess she is, the queen of the bitches. Second to no one. 

She slipped off her coat revealing the black body stocking and his face was a picture. He was open mouthed and salivating at the sight of his lace covered treat. 

She sat on his desk and shoved his hands away as he tried to maul her greedily. "Patience baby, you'll soon get yours after I've got mine...." She grinned wickedly. 

He went to speak again and she slapped his cheek hard. The shock on his face was amusing. She grabbed a chunk of his hair and clenched it inside her fist making him wince as she pulled his head towards her. "Break the rules again and I'll have you screaming so fucking loud that lot out there'll think there's murders being done..." She smirked before granting him a small mercy and kissing him. She pushed her tongue in his mouth and the moan of gratitude from him made her pull away. She gets hers first.

"Now let's put that filthy tongue of yours to good use..." She purred as she lay back on his desk and spread her legs to reveal her soaking wet opening. The crotchless stocking serves it's purpose and he melted at the sight. 

He was on his knees in seconds and started to lick up her juices. He pushed his face right into her and breathed in her heavenly scent. She began to grind against him sending them both wild. She grabbed his hair in chunks as she moaned with every delightful lick. Like the expert he is, he switched from her soaking opening to her tight arse hole, whilst strumming her clit. She arched her back as her entire body tensed with the buildup. She trembled being just seconds away from euphoria. He sucked her clit with a devilish look in his eyes as he watched her crumble. There is no beauty like Isis and she knows he is grateful that she chose him. 

"Swallow every drop!!" She demanded and he didn't need to be told. He was already there waiting like a junkie with his dealer. She burst into his mouth and he guzzled her sweet nectar hungrily. He licked and sucked as though his life depended on it. In a way it does because if she takes her love away it would be tantamount to death. He is her mortal, her chosen one and he should act accordingly. Only the best for Isis. 

She watched him stand with a ferocious want in his eyes that made her own longing intensify. She grabbed his tie and pulled on it hard making him wince. "You want more don't you?" She taunted as she licked his top lip and she pulled his tie again just to see him weaken. 

He nodded making her smile over his compliance to her no speaking rule. He is shaking with desire and she knows that there is an adrenalin pumping through him that matches her own. It was her next words that tipped him over the edge. "You want to fuck my face baby? Get your own back and shove this hard cock into my dirty mouth?" She asked grabbing his crotch as his erection strained against his trousers. 

Upon seeing the nods of a desperate fool she ripped open his shirt to reveal the sexiest body she has ever seen. Chiselled perfection and she licked every crevice. She sucked on his nipple before biting it making him cry out. She laughed as did he and she admired his gorgeous face before she unleashed his throbbing erection. She took in the sight of him then as he transformed in front of her very eyes. There he is, her God. 

She sank to her knees and started to suck the tip. The taste of his seed already evident with the delicious precum. She looked up as he watched her intently. Then she went in for the kill and took his pulsing cock into her mouth. He snatched up her hair and pushed himself further inside as he pumped away. She gripped his perky arse and pulled him greedily towards her. The juices poured from her sloppy cunt as he moaned loudly. She couldn't take anymore and pushed him down onto his chair before lowering herself onto him. 

She kissed him hard and tasted herself as she bounced on his hard cock. She whipped her head back as  the pleasure started to build again. She longed to touch the heavens one more time. 

He seemed to read her mind like the perfect man he is and he pushed her back towards the desk before turning her around. He pushed his face into her neck and breathed her in, savoured every second like she knew he would. He rested her knee on his desk and slammed inside her again making her lose it almost instantly. Every hard thrust sent him deeper inside her and he groped her heaving breasts as he pounded away at her. She touched the sky along with him, the man of her dreams and he filled her with his creamy seed.

She turned and smiled at him. He looks blown away, completely hers and he is in every way. She never spoke, never said another word as she picked up her coat and left him panting at his desk. 

She walked through the office feeling alive. The excitement, the adrenalin and the unadulterated happiness pulsed through her like electricity. 

Shelley arrived home and showered. She washed her costume and put it in a box marked Isis. She then went and sat at her computer feeling inspired. So many ideas, scenarios and plots rushed through her mind. She is invigorated, glowing and typed like a woman possessed. Isis was born. 


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