“Throughout our lives there are several innate sensations we are met with. No it’s not sadness, happiness, love, nor rage that is being spoken of. Instead it’s the carnal characteristics embedded in all of us as apex predators, one of the most common one’s being a Craving. Craving exists more than we wre consciously aware of, one of the immortal qualities about a human’s life. Its presence isn’t bound to any single form, any single hunger, and likewise, any single desire. So who are we to defy nature and not fall prey to what’s considered as normal, as the usual? Perhaps moralistic beings with character beyond a simpleton, but sometimes in life morals must conform in order to achieve the most out of life. So perhaps, this is one of those times?..Maybe, but there’s only way to find out isn’t there?”
She sat there in awe, left completely dumbfounded by his explanation. His elaboration had covered all the thoughts that circulated through her mind concerning the taboo topic. Even though she had already condemned the issue, judging it to be nothing more than ‘stupid foolishness’, that wasn’t enough to banish the idea from her mind. Instead, it only brought more attention to the lustful ideas that threatened more than just her inner sanctum. Though not all the threats were bad ones. For example, the threat of her being pressed against the wall paralleled to his tall stature, the space between there bodies slowly decaying over time to the point she could feel the texture of his skin along with his slim yet sculpted figure. But it’s not just an ideal body-type which has her subdued, but the intellectual individual that inhabits it.
“Did you hear me?..” He asks, extending forth a hand to her forehead, freeing her from the clutches of her lustful daze. There’s no clue how much time has passed, but surely enough for her to start forming a decision.
“..It’s certainly a lot to take in.” She replies, her expression appearing neutral but behind the blandness lies more than just sparks. It was a passionate wildfire that had begun to spread, quickly.
“Well, take your time to think it ove–” He states before being abruptly stopped by her hand. A simple finger on the lips which left him puzzled, but intrigued.
“I wasn’t finished…” She states, rarely ever doing so despite there many collisions during conversations. “..I feel the same as you do.” She states, lowering her finger. After such a bold statement she found herself left mute for the time being, simply observing his reaction with a seductive shyness. Part of her wanted rejection, but by this point it was too late as the majority of her being craved his approval, his acceptance, and his authority.
“It’s reciprocated.” He replied, short and simple but not without the mischievous chuckle she had been drawn to. At first it was an alarm, a notification of naughtiness that had become bodacious beacon. One her ears carefully tuned in for as it could ring at any given moment.
“..You always know what to say don’t you?” She queries, biding time. Of course she wanted to take the lead, but it isn’t her place. Instead ber body obediently waits until he made the first move as she wanted him to, but unaware of how to ask without incriminating herself.
“Mm, c’mon. Let’s go.” He states before grabbing the girl and throwing him of his shoulder. Luckily she wasnt the type to wear short skirts or reveal blouses, instead dress conservatively so that he didnt have to worry about any of her curves being seen more than they do. After all, he didn’t want the trailer to spoil or ruin the movie.
In due time her threats became reality. Her body between two strong platforms, the wall and him. She tilts her head up to look up at him, the desire clearly depicted in her eyes. Both of her hands to her side she manipulated her body, utilizing as a means of communication for the words too dirty, too filthy, and too foreign to her tongue. The ruffling of her clothes being stripped from her body a clear sign that he understood her silent words, unraveling what baggy clothing had masked.
“Ahh, Phhh.” She moans as his fingers traversed her body. His eyes admiring her being while his hands showing their appreciation. The bugle pressed against her waist also having a contributing coy comment to the conversation. Her eyes glanced down at its formation, fingers curling against the wall before acting of their own thoughts and grabbing it. Quickly they were met with a tight grip before being pinned aboved her head, dark brown intense hues locking with hers.
“Ask, before touch.” He instructed, keeping his bulge pressed before purposely lowering it below her waist. A slow gyration of his hips as he grind it against her, letting her get a feel if what she wanted. It leaves her with a flustered conflicted expression that releases a long quivering moan.
“Oooohhhh.” She replied, overwhelmed with lust and unable to properly function. He brain was done for the night already, which allowed her to act emotionally but without ration. Now she expresses fully how she feels, rather than just what she thinks, or what she should think.
“I didn’t get a proper reply.” He states with a playful smirk, lowering his hips even more to press his genitals right above her crotch. How she wished it was lower, just a bit more lower.
*”Yes…”*
**”Yes,who?”**
*”Yes, sir.”*
**”Good little rabbit.”**
And just like that her hands was freed of their temporal trap, flying towards his pants without second thought. After a bit of a fuss unbuckling the belt she simply undid his zipper. She didnt have to search far, or at all for the item of interest. Instead it flicks in her grip immediate, littered with twitching. As she rubbed her palm against his shaft they both released a moan of pleasure from their flustered expressions.
Two amateurs, one having but a bit more experience than the other, left to their own devices in the solitude of dim lighting and sound-proof walls.
*..What so ever could happen?*
**You tell me.**
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*Why hello there, I’m Astro, a curious, blunt, and amateur writer looking to practice my craft while gain some attention which will hopefully mature. Erotica isn’t my only genre of work, as my poems and pieces vary. For now, I’ll make put my works on display for others to see and get a feel of what my writing is like. Any feedback or critique is welcomed, by anyone. Until then, farewell.* **~Astro.Wrote**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i3079s/1_the_heir_and_the_hare_temptation