Primal Impulse (Censored Edition)

by Johnson, James

  “So, tell me Jena. How are you? Fill me on the last twenty years.”

  “Oh, where would I begin?” said Jena. “It’s been a roller coaster. I’ve just been experiencing the highs and lows of life.”

  Steven smiled and slipped in tighter beside her. “Tell me about it.”

  “Well, I had a long relationship with this guy. It fell apart—thank God. Looking back on it, he was not a good person. Then I met my future husband. We were married eleven years before he decided to take off with one of his coworkers. That’s been rough. On the positive side, I’ve got a great job that I love. I’m healthy and relatively happy. That’s the nutshell version of my life. What about you?”

  Steven took a deep breath. “As you know, Shelly and I drifted apart during our college years. That was my fault. I don’t know what made me go to school in Florida. We were just too far away from each other to make it work. I’m glad she’s happy. She’s in Chicago with a good man and two beautiful kids. I’m sure you know all that.”

  “Yes,” said Jena. “We still occasionally call each other. It’s been several years since we’ve seen each other though. So what else? You’ve always had this mysterious element about you. I’ve heard rumors of you living in Oregon, Colorado, even Russia! Is that for real?”

  Steven laughed. “Actually it’s worse than that. I’ve been married twice and I sort of went crazy after my first divorce. I had some savings and I proceeded to blow it traveling the world. I spent a lot of time in Japan. And yes—I did stay in Russia for a couple of years teaching English. That’s where I met wife number two.”

  “Here you are, folks.” It was Melissa. “Wine and beer to celebrate old friendships—and this round’s on me.”

  “Oh, you’re so kind,” said Jena.

  “Thank you so much,” said Steven.

  “Nothing to it,” said Melissa. “I’ll let you guys catch up on everything. Let me know when you’re ready for another one. Enjoy!”

  Melissa smiled and walked away.

  “She’s great,” said Steven.

  “She sure is,” said Jena, as she took a long sip of wine. “Okay, back to your story, mystery man. I’m not letting you slide out of this one. Tell me more.”

  “If you insist,” chuckled Steven. “But it’s not all pretty. After recklessly spending all my money adventuring, I came back to America with my new Russian wife. She was thirteen years younger than me so …”

  “Thirteen!” cried Jena. “You really went for a young one, didn’t you?”

  Steven smiled. “Well, I have to say she was very mature for her age. More mature than me if you wanna know the truth.”

  “Yeah,” said Jena, “and probably very hot too. I’ve heard about those Russian girls. They’re famous for their beauty.”

  “That’s for sure,” admitted Steven. “She was pretty. Anyway, that relationship lasted four years. We’re still pretty good friends. She’s now involved with some bigtime political guy. I wish her well.”

  “What about that period several years ago when you disappeared off the map? Nobody knew where you were. Were you traveling then?”

  Steven stretched an arm around Jena’s shoulder. “I’ll have to explain that one later. There’s a real story behind that one.”

  “Alright,” said Jena. “You get a reprieve for now, but you can bet it’s not going away. So what else do you do—any hobbies?”

  “Actually, yes,” replied Steven. “I like to write. I’ve got a couple of pen names that I write under. One of them is Reed Kindle. He’s written three mystery novels. The name itself grabs some of Amazon’s Kindle readers.”

  “That’s clever,” said Jena. “What else …”

  Steven leaned in and gently kissed her neck. “God, you smell great, Jena. Did you ever know how much you turned me on back then?”

  WOW! Jena melted with his surprise sensual ambush. The lust immediately kicked in. Her whole body was flushed in heat and her xx xx xx. He had lit her animal fuse. At this point she lost all control—and didn’t care. A primal impulse overtook her.

  “Oh, Steven, You have no idea …”

  Jena turned to him and put her hand behind his head. She pushed him into her and kissed him—good and hard. She wrapped his tongue up around hers. Finally she released her grip and slowly withdrew from his mouth, sucking his tongue as it slipped away from her lips.

  Jena looked deep into his eyes. They were full of lust. Hungry energy flowed from them. She could see it. She could taste it. She could feel the sensual flow between them—it permeated her essence. It reached deep down to her uncontrollable primal core. Her own eyes blackened with raw desire. She was on fire.

  “How’s that baby?” she whispered. “Do you think you turn me on? I’ve always wanted you and I want you now.”

  “Oh god,” breathed Steven. “Jena baby! You are so erotic. Damn, you’re incredibly sexy!”

  Jena was possessed. “Oh yeah, you think so. I want you to taste something.”

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  His eyes closed in ecstasy. Sexy Jena had him in another world. He was beyond turned on. His state of arousal was off the charts. All rational thought and self-control were long gone. He pulled his fingers from his mouth and looked deep into her eyes—her beautiful green eyes. They begged him to free her from the primal prison of unfulfilled lust that encaged her.

  “Let’s go, Jena. Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter 7

  Room 314—that was it.

  Steven slipped in the key and unlocked the door. Jena stood behind him with her arms locked around his waist. They entered the room.

  Steven locked the door behind them. He then turned back towards Jena and grasped the back of her thighs. At that same moment she jumped into him.

  He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Her eyes met his as she looked upwards. They gazed into each other for a long moment. Both saw the fiery desire that had possessed them. Their eyes reflected passion and uncontrollable lust—a need for each other that had to be fulfilled.

  “Oh baby,” whispered Steven. “You’re so sexy, so hot.”

  Jena moaned. He softly kissed her lips. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck. With one hand she pushed Steven’s head to her face. Their mouths locked and pressed tight against each other. He stood there holding her as they kissed.

  Time seemed to stop as their tongues explored each other. Twenty years of mutual lust would finally be freed. Two sensual souls who craved the touch of each other would soon come together. With their tongues intertwined they were finally getting a taste of their dreams. Their lusty, deep hunger was a need, not a want. It was animalistic and primal to the bone.

  And this kiss was only the spark. They both knew it. It was a taste of what would come. They would share each other in every conceivable way—body, mind and soul. They would give and receive the greatest gift—each other in their entirety. They were on the edge of a sensual cliff from which they were about to jump. Soon their bodies and their minds would be spinning out of control, lost in a world of fiery pleasure. Soon they would both explode in a full blown animal display of sexual energy and pure, absolute, raw pleasure.

  Steven slowly released her tongue, wrapping his lips around it as it slid from his mouth. He was in no hurry to let it go. It was slow and sensual and hot as hell.

  “Oh baby, you’re the hottest, sexiest woman on the planet,” he said as he gazed deep into her eyes. “Give me another taste of you.”

  “Ohhh,” moaned Jena. She was lost to the world and she loved it. She opened up and once again Stephen gently locked onto her tongue.

  He ever so gently sucked it into his mouth as he kissed her. It was slow and deliberate and sexy as hell. He gently probed the base of her tongue with his. She heard him moan a slow, lusty growl. She knew he was genuinely taken by her. He was making love to her tongue, enjoying it to the ultimate. He was expressing his appreciation of her and it turned her on so much.

  He truly believes
I’m the hottest girl on the planet!

  Jena’s xx xx xx, but Steven wasn’t finished with his tease. He’d just gotten started. Once again he slowly pulled his mouth from hers, latching onto her tongue until the last moment. When he finally reached the tip he held it between his lips. He gently massaged it before releasing it. He swallowed, savoring the moment.

  “Umm, Jena, you taste so good,” he whispered.

  Jena was speechless. She was in another world. Steven’s kissing had put her in subspace. Where did he learn how to kiss? Unbelievable!

  Steven carried her over to the bed. He gently placed her on the edge and slowly pushed her down on the bed. She tried to raise her head to kiss him.

  “No baby,” said Steven softly. “Relax and think of nothing. Just enjoy.”

  He quickly untied his shoes and flipped them off his feet. He gently removed her shoes, massaging her feet and toes as he did so. Then he lifted himself upon the bed and straddled Jena’s waist. He looked into her eyes—those sexy, green eyes so full of raw sensuality. They shined honest and pure.

  Steven’s hands reached for her shoulders, gently rubbing them. They slowly worked their way down both her arms, massaging her biceps. He oh-so-sensually began massaging her elbows, slowly progressing down both arms until he reached her fingertips. He rolled his fingers around hers. Jena had never experienced such a patient and attentive lover. So damn sexy!

  Steven gently slid his hands upwards along the same path. He massaged her forearms, leaning in to kiss each one. Oh, so hot—Jena felt it down below. Steven ran his tongue up her arm, stopping at her shoulder. He did the same with the other, massaging and softly kissing her smooth skin. Steven was in a zone of adoration, enjoying himself, enjoying her, enjoying the moment—there was nothing but now.

  Chapter 8

  Jena was in heaven. Steven continued his spontaneous sensual lovemaking. There was no thought, just body on body, skin against skin—the fire of unbridled passion.

  Steven slid his tongue over her neck, kissing it gently. He reached under her chin and ever-so-gently nudged it upwards. With her neck fully exposed he massaged it with his tongue, lapping up the sweetness, the saltiness, the essence of her inner being.

  Steven softly grasped Jena underneath the armpits. Using his open palms he slowly slid her up into the middle in the bed—so smooth, so sexy, so sensual.

  Jena’s body was a combination of rag doll and caged animal. She was on fire inside, yet her previous aggressiveness had given way to submissiveness. She was being made love to in a way she never thought possible. She would let her man lead the way. This was pure heaven. The world could end and she could care less—as long as he was with her.

  “Give yourself to me, baby,” said Steven softly. “I want you.”

  Jena closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Steven grasped her hands with both of his hands and pulled her arms up and out. He held them firmly. He had her pinned down. She couldn’t have moved them even if she wanted to—and she didn’t.

  Steven then engulfed her tongue with his mouth. He twirled his own tongue around hers. He seemed to be gathering her juices, searching for more. She heard a groan of pleasure. He was truly savoring her.

  Jena had never felt so sexy, so wanted, so good about herself and her body. What a turn-on! This man genuinely hungered for her. He desired every ounce of her being. He wanted to experience her in totality. Words couldn’t describe the feeling. She was Steven’s queen and he was having his way. I’m yours, baby!

  Steven’s silky lips slid up her tongue as he gently sucked all around it. The sensation was incredible. Jena extended her tongue to its limits into his hot mouth. Steven hungrily took it in. Damn! Jena had always loved kissing, but this was off-the-charts volcano hot.

  Steven’s mouth slid off of her with a slight pop as he sucked up her moisture—a precious treasure slipping away. Jena ached for him. She wanted him like she had never wanted anything before. The physical need was so strong that it was nearly unbearable. Her insides were on fire, xx xx xx, xx xx xx to explode at the slightest touch—a captive prisoner subject to the desires of her sensual maestro. Now she finally knew what Shelly was talking about so long ago. Steven really was the hottest man on the planet—blistering hot!

  There was still no release for her hungry needs—not yet. Steven gently pressed his mouth back down upon hers. He kissed her lips.

  “Oh, Steven, I want you so bad…so bad,” she cried.

  “I know you do,” whispered Steven. “This is all for you, baby. This is all for you, hot girl.”

  Never before had she felt so free. Never before had she felt so appreciated, so wanted, so loved. She was giving herself to a man who truly desired her. Take me, baby!

  Stephen took her bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a gentle tug. He then grazed his lips over hers.

  “Umm, baby, you turn me on,” he breathed into her ear. “So sexy, baby…so sexy.”

  He gave her another soft kiss on the lips. Then his mouth slid away and made its way downward. He began slowly and sensually kissing her neck.

  He nipped at her neck just below the ear. “Umm, you smell so good, so sexy. Your skin is so smooth, baby…so soft.”

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  Chapter 9

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  Chapter 10

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  Jena gazed into his face…his eyes. It was a picture of exquisite pleasure. Nothing could ever compare to this. It was free and raw and pure. It fed from the soul. It was a primal unleashing of passion, an unbridled lust fulfilled.

  Steven’s face reflected the joyous ecstasy he was experiencing. It was the ultimate. No greater gift could she bestow upon him. She was giving herself. To give him this incredible pleasure was beyond description. She wished she could stop time and freeze the moment, capture his face and lock it away. It was a priceless image she wanted to hold onto forever.

  Jena shuddered as one last powerful orgasm rocked her body. This one was different than the others. It pierced through the physical realm of pleasure, transcended the sensual sphere. It reached through layers of lusty desires and into her soul. It was powered by emotion, fueled by spirit and guided by the heavens. It was destiny.

  Chapter 11

  Nine o’clock on the dot. Jena sat down at her desk. A stack of papers was waiting for her. Roger’s import files were to be reviewed today.

  Jena took a deep breath. It all seemed so surreal. Had she really just spent the night with Steven? Was her longtime fantasy man for real? Did they really make passionate love until the sun came up? Maybe it was an illusion, a dream from which she hadn’t awakened yet. The soreness between her thighs told her it was real.

  Jena was numb with the gravity of the whole thing—the rekindling of an old friendship, the mind-blowing sex, the inevitable emotional attachment. Questions crept in. Where would this go? Was this just a passing fling for Steven? Did he want more? It was all too much to deal with now. It was better to just enjoy the afterglow of the best night of her life.

  Even though she hadn’t slept more than an hour or so she wasn’t tired. She was on a high that she had never experienced before. It was a serene feeling of contentment. Sure the sexual gratification was part of it, but it was much more. It was sheer joy, happiness in its rawest state. It was hope—for exactly what she didn’t know. All she knew was that life had suddenly become better. Her dreams could come true. She could have it all.

  A special presence surrounded her. She could feel it. An aura of pure joy had swept her up and engulfed her. It was holding her captive in a state of ecstasy from which she didn’t want to escape. At this moment she felt like the queen of the world, crowned with a luminous halo anchored deep within her soul. Nothing or nobody could take this away. She was flying high, riding the clouds of love.

  Jena reflected back on the night—and the amazing man with whom she shared it. She tried to remember their erotic moments, but it was all a euphoric haze. It had been an endless flow of passion
—a plateau of pleasure that lasted through the night. It had been a sensual experience beyond description. Steven was so raw, yet so romantic. He overwhelmed her emotions while ravishing her body. He consumed her in her entirety. He took her in every sense of the word. Jena wanted more.

  “Good morning, Jena,” came a voice.

  Vicki was standing beside her desk. She hadn’t seen her approach.

  “Oh…hi,” stammered Jena. Her mind was still in the heavens.

  Vicki momentarily locked into her eyes. She smiled.

  “Oh my,” said Vicki with a knowing gaze. “Someone got happy last night. That look on your face doesn’t lie. Who is he!”

  Jena momentarily blushed. She motioned for Vicki to step closer. She certainly didn’t want Roger to hear this.

  “I’m floating,” Jena whispered. “It’s a long story, but here’s the short version. Someone…a hometown guy I’ve known for years, met me for a drink yesterday. Oh, God!”

  Jena closed her eyes for a moment. Memories of last night flashed before her. She was xx xx xx. She gazed into his eyes. They reflected raw pleasure, pure ecstasy that poured from within.

  Jena was lost. It mattered not that Vicki was standing there watching in amazement. Her consciousness was on autopilot. Her brain was high on the vivid pictures that flashed before her—sensual images of uninhibited, absolute passion.

  The all-so-real visual of the two of them making love filled her mind. She could xx xx xx. He xx xx xx. He was xx xx xx…touching that place…that location that she never knew existed…that place of indescribable pleasure…that xx xx xx. Oh, it feels sooo good!

  “Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!” she squealed softly.

  Jena’s body shuddered as a sharp orgasm rocked her body. Her face cringed in pleasure. Vicki watched in stunned amazement. She could hardly believe it, but she knew it was real. Jena was climaxing right there at her desk. What the…! This girl was so full of raw sensuality that she could spontaneously orgasm right here…right now…at work. Unbelievable!