So while I wait for my test readers to get back to me regarding my first work, I decided to start working on a second. What follows is the first (very rough) draft of the first part of my next work. I’ve used this community a lot for inspiration and figured I’d give back a little. Tell me what you think! ^.^
>Lisa dreamed.
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>That was rather unusual for her; typically her day-to-day left her too exhausted for dreams. As a detective inspector for London’s Metropolitan Police Service, Lisa had spent the last eight years adhering to a strict 5:00 AM to 9:00 PM waking schedule that began with early morning Jiujitsu drills and usually ended with leftover take-out and a nightcap. Most of her remaining waking hours were spent investigating missing persons cases.
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>Still, the dream was a good one. She lay on a sunny beach, a towel shielding her delicate skin from the scorching sand while a parasol shaded her eyes from above. Some distant part of her brain seemed to recognize the dream for what it was, and she wondered idly what had brought it on. Was this the beach she had visited with her mother in Barcelona? That was a few years ago now. Glancing down, she took notice of her total lack of a swimsuit.
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>Huh. The beach *had* been clothing-optional, but Lisa had opted to remain clothed, as had her mother. Where was her mother, anyway? Shouldn’t she be here too?
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>Lisa looked up and down the beach and realized for the first time that, apart from herself, the beach was completely unoccupied. That wasn’t right either. Though slightly less crowded than some of the others they had visited, they had hardly been alone. Turning back to the lapping waves, she leaned forward and peered at an unidentified form in the middle distance.
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>Was that…a man? Yes, as it came closer she could see that it was indeed a man, no older than his late twenties.
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>A wave of heat rushed to Lisa’s cheeks as she reflexively crossed her legs, becoming suddenly and starkly aware of her own nudity. The man continued to swim closer, and soon there could be no doubt that he was intentionally approaching her.
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>Lisa felt her breath catch as her heartbeat rose into her throat. This couldn’t be one of *those* dreams, could it? It was true that she hadn’t found time for her own gratification in a while. Her job tended to monopolize just about every hour of the workweek, and she frequently worked off-the-clock on her weekends as well, hoping that her extra hours might mean the difference between a reunited family and the worst sort of news. Needless to say, her availability for things like dating or even the occasional hookup was extremely limited. And it had been, what, eight months? Ten months? Too long, in any case.
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>The man began to emerge from the water, and Lisa could feel her excitement intensify as she inspected him. He was downright classical in appearance, all toned, well-defined muscle that accentuated every detail without being overly bulky or grotesque in its shape. Continuing to rise, his hips came above the level of the lapping waves, and Lisa could see that he was naked below the waist. His unblemished olive skin and artfully tousled, medium-length curly brown hair hinted at some Mediterranean ancestry, and indeed, if it weren’t for the impressive package that dangled between his legs, he could have modeled for Michelangelo’s *David.*
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>Oh, hell. Lisa would be embarrassed to admit how much she wanted this. But there was nothing wrong with a sex dream, after all, and it had been *so long.*
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>Drawing a deep breath to calm herself, Lisa gently uncrossing her legs as he came closer. Somehow already dry despite his time in the ocean, he bent down and crawled on all fours the last few feet toward her, his hand coming up between her legs as his mouth went to her right breast. As his lips sealed around her nipple, she felt his teeth begin to gnaw tenderly at her delicate flesh, a sharp and sudden pleasure that stoked her arousal even as it ached. She watched as he placed the side of his thumb and the inner edge of his palm up against her labia and slowly begin to massage her lips in a rippling, up-and-down fashion. Her head fell back as her lips pursed and her jaw tightened, the sensation between her legs like the first achingly sweet bite of a fresh piece of fruit.
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>Fluids began to issue from her as he pressed his hand harder against her, the knuckle of his thumb beginning to forcefully roll over her clit as he continued to knead her sex. Oh God. She hadn’t been this wet in ages, perhaps ever. The ocean breeze blew chillily over her moistened breast as her partner drew his mouth from her and moved to her left nipple. He began to suck tenderly, occasionally encircling it with his tongue before continuing. His unoccupied hand rose to her right breast and began to fondle it gently, as though he sought to massage away the pain of his earlier biting.
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>Lisa felt herself begin to pant as the man quickened the pace between her legs, her breath becoming short and harsh. Her own hips began to press and grind into his hand as she approached climax, and her eyes closed tightly as she prepared herself for the crash. She lifted herself off the ground with her elbows and feet as she drove herself against his force, legs shaking as she started to crest….
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>Like a taut rope finally snapping, her shoulders fell to the sand as her back arched, glutes clenched and hips suspended in the air as every muscle south of her chest vibrated like a bell being rung. She rode that sensation for as long as she could, like the final note of a song she strained to hear as it faded into silence. At long last, her quivering ceased as she collapsed downward, not onto sand, but her own bed as she awoke from the intensity of the orgasm. Where once she felt sand, she now felt linen sheets. Where once she had felt the warmth of the sun, she now only felt the cloying muggy heat of a summer night in her uncooled apartment. Of her sunny, erotic paradise few things remained, only the wetness between her legs and the force of something in motion pressing up against her….
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>Lisa’s eyes shot open in a sudden panic and realization, and she began thrashing as she felt something atop her. Something in the dark grabbed her by the throat even as the bulk of its mass laid across her legs, immobilizing her with its immense, cold weight. Yet still she could feel its hand move purposefully between her legs. She beat helplessly against the thing with her fists, her arousal rising again, her body betraying her as the flow of blood to her brain was slowly and methodically cut off….
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>The last thing she felt, distantly, as though heard from the far end of a long tunnel, was her body shudder in ecstasy for a second time as she lost consciousness….
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/h9yju1/as_a_stone_pt_1_mf_con_dubcon_noncon_petting
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