*Preface: *As a big fan of erotic literature, I wanted to finally put something together to post online. I tend to be a bit more on the cheesy romantic side of things and hope I didn’t go too overboard with it here. I tend to get a bit detail oriented and thus have tried my absolute best to ensure there are no spelling, grammatical, or punctuation mistakes, however I would love to hear feedback of all sorts including any corrections or changes you think should be made. I found it much easier to use myself as the main protagonist and as such included a short bio at the beginning for readers to better follow along. If that is difficult for you or throws you off in any way, then by all means, please disregard the first paragraph. Anyways, without further ado, here’s my story:**
***An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire***
I’m 30 years old, Caucasian with slightly tan skin. My dirty blonde hair is usually straight but now has a bit of a curl at the tips since it’s a tad too long and in need of a cut, but remains feathery soft. I’m 5’11” with a bit of an athletic build from consistent activity and care. Thus, while I don’t have washboard abs, they’re definitely defined and gather the right looks when needed. My face is smooth as I’m usually clean-shaven much like this evening, with piercing blue eyes, and, from what I’ve been told, a devilishly charming smile. I am usually clothed in typical office suits, but tonight, I wear a sleek black buttoned shirt with a dark grey jacket and matching pants. At the center, my black leather belt gives way to a gunmetal grey buckle providing just the faintest hint of shine. Finally, my tailored black matte leather shoes tie the ensemble altogether.
I stand waiting patiently for my drink at the bar in a local club. Leaning on the metallic top, I peruse my surroundings, observing the place packed with people. After weeks of being bombarded at work and living in sheer tedium, I made the decision to finally give myself some much-needed excitement. I’m here, alone, and on the hunt for an excitingly adventurous evening. I’m unsure as to what exactly I’m looking for but am very wanting and willing for just the right involvement. At the back, finely furnished maroon leather booths are filled with people drunkenly shouting over one another. They laugh and holler, some spilling their concoctions and allowing their inebriation to get the best of them. The center of the room is packed as the dance floor moves to the melody of the music with couples caressing and swaying along with numerous others waving their arms and jumping about. Amongst the crowded platform of cavorting, several individuals are trying their best shots to court mates though failing, clearly not any sort of competition for myself.
My drink arrives, two fingers of a fine Scotch on the rocks, and I take of sip of the bitter smooth golden liquor. Piercing flashing lights and glimmer strike the darkened area of the dance floor. Through it all, I see you with your back to me. Your red hair drapes down your back, swaying like flickering flames in the night. Your body, clothed in a tight black dress that further highlights your crimson hair, is an unbelievable hourglass that just screams for arms to hold it at the center. As my eyes descend, they see where your dress ends right above the knees. Your long smooth pale legs give way to your feet, hidden within bright silvery high heels that glimmer as the lights above hit them just right. I try not to allow my eyes to linger, but just as I’m about to look away, you turn around. Our eyes lock. Your brown doorways into your soul stare into my sapphire gaze. Suddenly something clicks. Your body sways rhythmically as if you were in a world your own, blurring my sight until only you remain crystal clear. You are dancing for me now as everything else becomes muffled background noise. You raise your hand, moving your finger in a come-hither manner.
The world begins to refocus once again and the sounds overtake the mindful muffles that were. I throw my devilish grin at your proposal, take another sip of my drink, and shake my head in protest. I know this game, and despite my immediate impulse, I patiently refuse. I glance to an open spot at the bar next to me, and back to you. You frown momentarily as though perturbed by my rejection, but your inability to sway your gaze only confirms my hold on you. You readjust yourself into a smirk and move elegantly through the crowd toward the bar, never breaking our interlocked stare. Just as you arrive, the bartender arrives, placing an exotic looking martini next to you. I lean in, raising my palm to you and brushing your hair away from your ear.
“Care for a drink with me?”, I whisper in my low toned voice. Despite the volume of the club, your focus on the situation dulls the background volume and allows you to hear me without struggle…
You retreat to pick up the glass and bring it to your lips. You sip it slowly, sensually; amber eyes remaining locked on my own. As your lips leave the glass, I can’t help but break eye contact with your dark brown doorways to see the impression your lipstick has left on the rim. What I wouldn’t give to be that glass at this very moment.
You look at me mischievously and ask, “So, why did you call me over here? Didn’t you want to dance with me? Have a bit of fun?”, you linger on that final word hinting at more. You’re teasing, but there’s I know there’s a subtle grain of truth to it.
I sip my glass slowly, allowing your curiosity to sit for just a few moments longer. When I’m finished, instead of placing my glass back on the bar, I tilt it toward to the dance floor. You turn around to look. I move slowly behind you once more, finally placing a hand on your curved waist, amazed how soft the material feels on your smooth skin underneath. The smell of your perfume hits me and its intoxicating; a mix of vanilla and some floral essence I can’t quite place my thumb on. I lean in to within an inch of earshot. You finally see the men you had attracted to where you had just been dancing that until this very moment you’d previously been unaware of. They gawk at us in jealousy. Already they can tell they’ve lost you to my will.
Your mind returns to the situation at hand and you finally sense my closeness. The warm breath tingles your lobe sending shivers down your body. “I just wanted a moment alone with you before we have our dance. You have quite the number of fans that stare in admiration. But you should know, I don’t share.” You turn back around, my hand staying on your waist. You peer into me. Our lips just inches away. I want to kiss you passionately and feel those soft pillowy lips on my own but, I know this game… I wait…
After a brief pause, you break the intense silence. “Give me that dance, and I’ll make that deal.” My breathing is heavy, heart pounding. You grab my hand off your waist and, for the first time, our skin makes contact. It is cold, unbelievably smooth, and as soft as the clouds you fell from. You lead me back to the glittering area from whence you came.
We begin to move with the electronic synth. As the music flows, we find ourselves amazed at how well we both move. You gyrate as elegantly as you are erotic. I do my best to move in line, to keep up. We find a unique rhythm together as the odd brush of a hand or touch of a leg constantly stokes our fire. The song seems endless, as we continue for what feels like hours until it begins to become agonizing. As the beat begins to slow, the lights dim even further. The drop is coming soon, but as the muted shine delays that moment, we drift together. My hands go to your waist, yours to my neck. You pull me in, our lips finally touching for the first time. You kiss me with a desire I’d only ever dreamed of. Your tongue touches my lips and then inward to explore. Both entwine, moving furiously. I wrap my arms around you pressing our bodies against one another. Your soft breasts press hard against my chest and I can feel your pressing tips straining, begging for attention.
After what seems like an eternity, the beat finally drops, lights flash, and the sound flares up. You finally release me from your grip. I am almost gasping for air as lust courses through my veins. You look me up from toes to something that you stare at intently. Through my suit pants, you can see your affect on me as an outline, easily apparent. You lick your ruby red lips and then bite the lower one as thoughts of unbridled hunger fills your mind. You finally draw your gaze to my own, we know we both need this. The air is thick and heavy, and the tension between us is electrifying. If I could, I’d have you right here on the dance floor. But as I said, I don’t share.
I grab you, as it’s my turn to lead and I begin to rush us through the crowd. You stop momentarily, pulling me to a table where two other friends sit with drinks. They’re bouncing in their seats to the music and chatting nonchalantly. You grab a small handbag that matches your attire off the table and your friends see us. One of them moves to speak, but the emotion you exude screams immediacy.
We exit the club, into the cool crispness of the night. No taxis are available and a quick look at Uber shows us that it will be a while… too long for either of us. The night is dark, but the autumn eve makes it bearable to traverse. I tell you my home isn’t too far from here you instantly smirk. We set off down the eerily desolate city street. Overhead, the lamps provide brief chances where we can see each other in full form before exiting into darkness. With every moment I steal a look, your appearance is more magnificent than the last. The expressions you give me seem only to reassert your every intention.
Soon, the sound of the club is inaudible and only our footsteps remain. Your arms wrap around my own, securing our connection to one another and balance to your forward momentum. We pass no more than two blocks until the tall glass and concrete buildings give way to an opening when we arrive at a park.
The straight narrow path through it is illuminated by Victorian lamps. There are trees and occasional hedges along the concrete trail that subdue the light attempting to pierce the dusk. The signs of autumn are just beginning to show on the foliage, threatening to release their grasp on the branches but still clinging for life. I tell you that apartment is just through here on the other side, as you are just barely able to make out a modern brick building across the way. We begin our journey through, and I see you continuing to steal looks at me. Within a minute, we are nearly there. I can see the entrance not more than a hundred meters away. My mind is flicking through my intentions quicker with every step. I’m unable to process anything else but getting us to our destination. It is here you rip me from my mind as you stop.
You tug me off the concrete path, slipping between a hedge and tree and into the brush. You are suddenly leading me into absolute darkness. The path fades behind me in an almost dream-like fashion. I am slightly startled though I proceed to follow you unquestionably. In this moment, I’d follow you to the literal gates of hell.
Just as I am about to speak as we’re passing yet another Elm, you grab me and shove your mouth onto my own. You clutch my shirt and rip it open with both hands, the buttons flying into the blackness surrounding us. I grab your legs and lift as they spread and wrap around me. I press you against the tree, your hands begin tugging at my head, pulling my hair as I hold you with ease. I move my lips to the nape of your neck. I start with a soft kiss, but as you pull me deeper, I follow it with a slight lick and a bite.
“Yesssssss…”, you hiss. I put you down, and you turn as though our thoughts are in unison. You lift your dress to two glorious globes as pale as the moonlight, only separated by the thin black fabric of your thong. I kneel down, my breath juxtaposed to the crisp night air. I grab the sides of your garment, pulling it down to reveal your most illustrious spots. The overwhelming desire to taste you boils over and I slowly draw you into my face. Already, it is as wet as my tongue, beckoning me to delve deeper. As I move it in and out, flicking between your folds, I am seduced by your taste. It is as sweet as the brightest peach and twice as juicy. You let out pleasant moan, confirming the effect my tongue is having on you. Your hips whirl in harmony with my oral attack.
Seeing you wash away into this state, I decide to see test your adventurous nature and flick my tongue just above. The shock is instant, and a primal urge fills you. You reach back and grab my hair, guiding my mouth to focus solely on this spot. As I trace circles around it with my tongue, I use my middle finger to replace the emptiness left from my new efforts. Into your damp softness, it slides inward effortlessly, curving ever so slightly as I pull it out to touch your inner most sensitive spot. You are wild now. I flick my tongue hard against you, my finger hitting the perfect spot with every stroke sending electricity throughout your entire body. You are unsure how much more you can take, but you only know you want more. You need this release. You feel it coming quickly. I move my other free hand around and lightly press on your most sensitive point. It is this action that finally sets you over the edge. Instantly, you explode. You tear at my hair and pull me so deep I can no longer breathe. Out of you pours a waterfall of liquid down my entire arm. Wave after wave, it seems endless. Unbeknownst to you, you are screaming with a primal shriek of pleasure. When it ends, I pull myself away, gasping for air. Had I died here it would have all been worth it, but you see it fit to grant me more.
You are shaking. Having placed both hands on the tree now, you shudder, holding the trunk for balance. I pull your dress back down and look at the puddled mess you’ve made. Smiling triumphantly, knowing I’ve succeeded, I stand up. I half expect things to continue this event right here. You turn around, and immediately I know from the look in your eyes, this is not over, but also understand; not here. Surely someone has heard the bloody screams you’d released. You step out of thin black garment, leaving it on the ground and tugging your dress down.
You grab me in drunken state of pleasure and retread you steps back into the glimmer of light on the path in the park. I watch and can’t help but smirk at the occasional wobble I’ve now induced into your walk. Yet you persist into pulling me by my broken shirt ever closer to the apartment building we had previously been so close to reaching.
We step off the concrete pavement and cross the asphalt street, finally reaching our destination. I am tempted to speak, but it seems you are now on a mission. Upon arriving at the door, you latch onto the handle and swing it outward with purpose. It reaches the outside wall with a thunderous bang, shocking the poor guard inside sat at his post behind the desk. The echo bellows into the open hall alerting any and all to our presence. He sees me and shoots a quizzical look my way. Seeing this woman dragging her victim, he smirks and returns his attention to the screens on his desk.
We reach the end of the foyer and you finally let go. You take a deep breath for the first time and a sense of calmness flows over you, completely transforming the primal form you’d walked in with. You turn me to, shooting a pleasant smile my way. I’m dumbstruck at the rapid change, but play along, intrigued to see where this all leads. You open your mouth to speak, and before even your voice can even be heard, I softly say “22nd floor”. Your brown eyes stare into my own as I casually remind you how well I can read you. You press the call button to the right of the elevator, then precariously pat and straighten your dress with your palms as though nothing had just happened.
The insides of your thighs still glisten but would be unnoticeable to anyone who didn’t know to specifically look for it. The elevator arrives with a cheerful ding, and the doors open to a fairly narrow metallic room with a red floor. I enter and you follow.
I press the button and you hold my arm close. I can feel your breasts wrap around my lower bicep as you squish them together with your shoulders. You look at me coyly and I shoot you that devilish grin once again. “Having fun yet?”, I ask cockily.
Your coy face transforms into a wicked one, your smile twisting the edges of your red lips. “Of course. Let’s just see if I can return the favor, shall we?”
You bring your hand to my chest. It is cold, but feels absolutely refreshing against my warm flesh. I look up to the floor notification sign, coyly pretending not to notice what you are doing. You slowly move your hand to the right, straight to my small round nipple. Instantly, it turns hard from the icy touch and sensation. You dance around it with your finger for just a moment before you begin to move lower. You slide your fingers painfully slowly down to my sternum. You flatten your hand as you reach my abs, your cold palm causing them to tighten. You rub each outline as you would the rim of a glass, caressing each one. With each one you press hard, more enthusiastically as temptation begins to fill you. Just as you reach the bottom set, you slide your slender fingers below my belt. I clench at the sensation when suddenly, DING! I’m immediately thrown back to reality as you pull your hand out quickly.
The doors open and we have arrived. You shoot me your naughtiest caught int the act face and we proceed to exit. Another small entrance, no bigger than a small walk in closet. Two doors on either side indicating only two occupants to each floor. I place my hand in my pocket, grabbing my keys. I nod my head to the left and say, “This one, here”. You slide me a mischievously naughty snicker. “Hope your neighbors don’t mind the late-night visit”, you say glancing at the door to the right. As I’m unlocking the door, I look back to it, then to you and reply, “Neighbors haven’t moved in yet. Plus, the walls are pretty thick, and the door does a good job of muffling any sounds, so no worries on that front.” You bite your finger and the mischievous look on you grows.
The door unlocks and we enter. As I click the lights on, the first things that is apparent is that the loft studio apartment is much wider than you’d anticipated. With four distinct areas, and what appears to be a frosted glass room you suspect to be a rest room of sorts. Aside from that, all of the walls except the one on the right are covered with a modern brick layout, with occasional framed pictures spaced across them. The exception to the right is glass from floor to ceiling with a long cloth blind obscuring the outside view. To the immediate right, a knee-high entertainment unit with a flat screen TV and various electronics splayed across the table. The rather large grey sofa facing it has a thick fur covering across the center looking incredibly inviting, yet you allow your eyes to wander a bit more as you take it all in. The far-left corner has a large bed covered in what appears to be a grey duvet. A single nightstand and lamp are positioned next to the bed. The apartment’s layout and décor scream an organized bachelor motif. Despite your urge to take me to the bed immediately, you wait to see what my next move will be.
I make my way to the back-right corner which houses a rather large kitchen and sizable dining room table. Dark wooden cupboards adorn the wall above matching ones below, adorned with a long-marbled top. “Sit if you’d like.” I wave toward to the sofa just a few feet away. “I thought maybe a nice glass of champagne might be in order to quench our thirst a bit before…”, I pause before detailing any event to come.
“before… huh? I think that might not be that bad of an idea at all…”, you take off your shoes and stroll to the sofa. I hear your feet patter against the concrete floor. As you sit on the couch, your body sinks into it as though it were one large cushion. The fur cover is by far one of the softest things that has ever graced your skin. Its delicate silky hairs slightly tickle every inch they touch.
As I reach the kitchen, I open a black boxed wine fridge situated on the marble top. Inside is a green bottle of chilled champagne I’d been saving for a just such special occasion as this. I grab two champagne flutes that hang below the top cupboards. I make my way to where you are and place the bottle on the wooden table along with the glasses. I see you sat, crossed legged, hand caressing the fur inviting me to sit. I sit next to you, though leave some distance between us so as not to reveal my inner impatience. I grab the bottle and unravel the top. With a firm twist, I pop the cork, immediately placing the spout to one of the slender glasses. The foamy brilliant liquid pours into the flute as bubbles dance upwards. I proceed slowly so as to let you simmer and pour the second glass. Finally, I hand it to you.
*This is continued in part 2…*
For the first time this evening, we look at each other. Not as passionate lovers, but as companions in the night. Despite my inner most desire to ravage you, my mind veers off course as my heart twinges when thinking this may be the only time we spend together. I contemplate longer than I should before you place your finger on my lips. I look at you and know the feeling is mutual. You shake your head slowly; these words are not meant to be said. You cheer my glass, and our glasses gleefully chime.
I drink it down, the cool liquid refreshing me and squashing any pain I might feel in the moment. You place your glass on the table and then caress my face with those cold silky hands. You lean in, pressing your lips softly against my own. It’s a small kiss at first, but it throws any concerns I have to the wind. I lean forward into another, and the intensity grows. With each touch of our lips there’s an increased voracity building between us.
Suddenly, the time between the park and now is indivisible and the passion has renewed. You fall back into the couch, with myself blanketing you. I once again go for your neck and make my way to your lobe. I nibble softly, as you claw your hands at my back. I move back to remove my shirt and you lift your dress above your head, it snags here and there, but with no more than a few shimmy’s, it is no more. You toss it serendipitous away from us.
It is in this moment I see you for the first time completely bare. My heart literally flutters for a moment as I am in utter awe at your beauty. Your pale skin contrasts the fiery red hair and brown fur cover below, which oddly compliments your deep brown eyes. Your breasts; ample, but not excessively so with small pink eraser sized nipples protruding in anticipation. Your thin waist and soft slender stomach give way to the bottom of your hourglass figure. You are devoid of any hair and you mound is flush red, dripping with urgent expectancy.
You lay back, and you are angelic, hands sprawled to the side like the tiny wings of the creature you are. You look at me, toned and bare chested. From my navel down, sprouts a well-groomed line leading below. There is a hint of a v between my waist and abs, beckoning you to venture. Your eyes are once again filling with the ferocity once seen before and you lash out at my belt. Before I am able to even comprehend your action, you have already undone this trivial lock holding up my grey pants and unzipped me.
With two hands, you pull them down slowly. Your eyes glimmer as though it is Christmas day and are opening a long-awaited gift. The tip, a perfect head, round and with the tiniest droplet of substance leaking from the topmost point. You proceed to unwrap this so-called gift and are amazed to see how far it goes. The pink fleshy shaft leads its way down to the bottom. Here, completely devoid of mane, resides a plump purse containing two enlarged orbs. Your mind is in autopilot now, as your one hand cradles them, the other grasping onto the base of the hardened rod.
You see the glistening droplet and desire drives you forward. With the flat of your tongue, you lick from the bottom all the way to the top. The tip of your tongue steals the droplet and the salty taste only motivates you to want more. You swirl your tongue around the tip, pulling it into your mouth. You slide down, with one hand grasping firmly and the other tugging lightly. My mind is in a whirlwind of sensation and I lean my head back letting out a guttural moan deep from within my chest. I look down in sheer ecstasy and I brush your hair away so I can see your efforts. I softly grab your fiery locks which only seems to instill further effort on your part. I pull you in deep softly, and amazingly you slide down without struggle. With a continued grasp at the base, you suck while slithering your tongue along the underside as you rise. Once you reach the top, you pop the top out, swirl your tongue around it again, and delve back with ever increasing enthusiasm. My moans seem to encourage you further and further, deeper and deeper with each attempt.
I do my best to control myself, but eventually I can feel my urge begin to take over. The harder I grab your hair and pull, the more enticed you seem to get. Soon, I’m in total disbelief at how capable you are and the intensity of your performance.
I am struggling to maintain concentration now, as the world begins spinning faster and faster. I am grunting some primordial sound that begins to instinctively take over. I want to speak, but something holds back my tongue. I feel a pressure growing, and your tugging and slurping do nothing but to throw combustibles, igniting the fire within further.
In my final moment, I am able to muster all my concentration together for one brief warning. “I’m close”, I moan loudly. You delve down one final time, tugging with a pressured squeeze to drain every ounce out of me. I erupt into your mouth, filling it. My mind soars, as I feel this energy caress me from out to within. As you remove your mouth off me, you look into my eyes, bringing me back into reality. Your mouth open; overflowing. Your continued stroking instills yet another eruption into the air and onto your chest, followed by a third.
Finally returning to reality, I cusp your face in my hands. You close your mouth and smile, consuming the savory essence like it is your lifeblood, reveling in the taste. You rub the few spots where the milky syrup landed and rub as though you were elegantly putting on some sort of skin lotion. You grab your breasts, squeezing them together; squishing the droplets remaining and pressing against your nipples. Despite my adventure beyond, you are already preparing me for yet another as you trace your fingers from base to tip, billowing the embers within my forge.
You pull my pants down further until they are just another article on the floor. You grab me by the arms and pull me down. Your lips locking against mine. Not wanting to discomfort you, I roll you over so that you are straddling on top of me. My moment to recompose is over and your passionate fury re-instills a growing ferocity within me. It’s only been but a moment, and yet I am ready for more.
I pull you up my body so that my tip just brushes your entrance. You look at me, placing your hand behind my head, as I do yours. You slide down and I feel your smooth burning velvet encompass me. Our eyes look at each other with irrepressible intensity. Your dark chocolate eyes gazing deep into my cerulean wonder. Once you have glided to the bottom, you recline back, filling you as you’ve never felt before. You brush you hands down my arms. Our fingers interlocking as you lift yourself gyrating your hips and threatening eject me, but stopping at the right moment, only to slip back down. You close your eyes and your ruby lips part. The slightest moan escapes you, like a whimper crying out for more.
You move my hands to your breasts as I grasp them, squeezing them together hard. You lean further back, clutching onto my thighs for steadiness as you continue to ride. The feeling is amazing but my renewed focus allows me to concentrate on exactly what I know you need of me. As you move up, I piston my own hips pulling all the way out, then as you descend, I thrust forward in harmony, pushing deeper than you’d imagined ever possible. As our plunging passion hastens, I move my mouth to your neck. I bite hard and you begin to descend into madness. I grope you and twist your eraser like nub, sending your further into the wild spire.
Your moaning, which started as a whimper, increases in both volume and pitch. What was once a soft kitten’s meow is now a growling tigress. Your nails begin digging into my thigh as though you were spurring a galloping steed. I am thrusting hard into you and you are forcibly shoving yourself down, impaling yourself as deep as humanly possible. Each time you bottom out, you are screaming wildly.
Within minutes, I can feel your orgasm approaching yet again. Your wetness becomes ever more slick, the heat almost scorching. You begin to shudder and shake with every thrust. I take your nipple into my mouth, and it is this tiny action that sends you over the edge, once again opening the flood gates as you quiver uncontrollably. While not as intense as the one before, you allow the sensation to overtake your mind. Movement is paused momentarily as you hit your pinnacle, then begin to return to the reality at hand. As your rhythm tapers off to a slow lull, you look at me, weary, pleased; yet, hidden behind those eyes something tell me, not fulfilled just yet.
*This is continued in Part 2 along with my credits and appreciations section…*
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