About Her Desire: After The Pain – To be owned by Greyson Asher:
Her Desire After The Pain by Great Author Greyson Asher
They reached a point
where their senses of morality became a blur.
Strong hands
ripping off her clothes
in lust and haste
seemed appropriate.
Where urgent desire,
and sexual frustration
had to be quenched.
A reddish tinge
on her delicate flesh and marks
on her inner thighs
and perky breasts
were a result of feral lust.
Where screaming powerful
orgasms
are taken rather than given.
This story is a love story that incorporates extremely mild erotica. The story involves Amanda Ruthel, a barista with a tragic past.
When I was about to reach for the handle, the door opened. Behind it was the person I hated to see at this hour. Our eyes locked. His blonde hair drooped over his eyes, which unsuccessfully hid the mischievousness that lurked in them. He wore a sheer white shirt, the one which he had always used to flaunt his body and entice women to sleep with him.
“Finally, you’re here,” he said in a sultry voice. I glared at him and entered. He closed the door behind me and snatched me in his arms. He slid his hand around the curve of my waist and turned me to face him.
“Allen, I’m tired,” I retorted, as I pulled away from his grip. “I told you not to come here.” I looked at him icily. He was unfazed.
“And I told you that I never listen,” he replied. “Come on, I waited for you.” He added as he took me in his arms again.
He leaned in my ear and whispered, “Besides, you didn’t confiscate the extra key you gave me.” He looked at me again and grinned.
“You mean the key that you stole?” I answered back. He shrugged. I hated him for that. He was so sure of himself that I’d always end up beneath him and yield. Not today though.
“Get out, Allen.” I pushed him away, my hands pressed against his chest. But he didn’t budge. I tried again, but he only tightened his grip around my waist. His free hand started to roam the peaks of my body until it rested at the top of my buttocks.
He stared piercingly. My knees went weak. I loved those green eyes. But hated them, too, especially when they were looking directly at me. I sighed when it made me remember those nights which I enjoyed. He noticed the desire that started to cloud my perception and smirked.
“Your body always tells the truth, Amanda,” he said sheepishly. With that, he took hold of my lips and kissed them. I fought the urge to cling my arms to his neck for a long time but when he inserted his tongue and cupped my breast. I let out a loud groan and clung to him as I begged for more.
As we continued to kiss, I felt his victorious smile when he grabbed my thigh and guided it to latch onto his hips. He carried me towards the living room and dropped me on the couch.
Then he started to undress me. He removed my pants first, and then my shirt. Our kiss broke off as he stood and took a greedy look at his effect on me. Breathless and feeling flushed, I sensed that my lady down there was ready to receive him.
He leaned on me and let his hand travel downwards to tease me. His finger continuously brushed the fabric of my underwear. It made me groan. I wanted him to touch what was inside. He leaned in my ear and nibbled it, after a few seconds he whispered.
“Aren’t you a dirty whore?”
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Author Bio:
Greyson Asher, also known as “Mr. X”, was born on August 8th, 1985, in Hawaii. Asher was raised into a large and loving family— this was something that his mother, Tishala Odili Asher, and father, Clavin Asher, put strong importance on. They always wanted Asher to know that he was surrounded by those that supported and cared for him.
Asher discovered a love for writing whilst in middle school. His English teacher found that he had a talent and encouraged him to continue to cultivate it. Throughout his life, Asher would write as a hobby, showing his family his short stories that he’d written for fun.
Though, ultimately, Asher would go to college for a degree much more mundane. He ended up attending the Hilo University of Hawai’i and earning his Ph.D. in Business and Economics. It was during college that he would earn his title as a “fuck boy”, and where he learned that romance and seduction were a fun hobby. He was popular on campus, known for being a positive, happy-go-lucky guy.
Eventually, his escapades with other women would give him the inspiration to start writing erotica. He didn’t start to publish his erotica for a while. He had a stable job already and he was scared of the career leap. Though an epiphany suddenly hit him. He felt that he would be happiest doing something that he was passionate about. So, he dropped his career to pursue becoming a full-time author and traveler, something he had always loved doing.
As a surprise to Asher, his work almost immediately gained praise and a steadily growing fanbase. His erotica earned him the title of “Mr. X”, the “X” being a reference to the rating of his works.
At first, the reception was a bit daunting. His friends and coworkers would give him looks, even some of his older family members expressed their distaste for his work. Asher grew above it all, reasoning that “The less you give a damn, the happier you will be!” Which is now known as his motto in life. This motto served him well, and now Asher is a best-selling author. Some of his famous works include Her Desire: After The Pain – To be owned – Possessed – Needing Your Touch, Dyna-Mite: My Possession, Massage X: Home Service.
Asher continues to prosper and do what he is most passionate about in life— writing and traveling. His life story is encouraging for anyone that faces obstacles that stop them from achieving what they want.