Everyday this month I will be challenging myself to write a piece of Erotica around a specific topic. I will also be creating a character to go with it. Please join me if you are up for the challenge.
**Bone Storming.**
She was sitting on an old headstone smoking. It had a skull and bones engraved on it. The rest was almost unreadable, but you could see the first name Bellatrix and the end ‘well-loved bitch’. She blew the smoke down into the ground as she heard a voice. As it grew louder, she started to look around. The dark night eventually presented her with a shadowy figure. Tall, broad in the shoulders, wearing a long dark coat. Long hair blowing a little in the breeze. As the figure came closer, she could make out a wild beard adorning his face.
He had been out walking through the cemetery and now followed the smell of pot. He loved it there at night there were so many shadows and so much quiet. This night however the quiet was being infiltrated by a smell. As it intensified, he could see the shape of a woman sitting on top of a headstone. She was wearing a long flowing black dress, the moonlight shining off her half-exposed breasts. He stopped a few metres from her realising that a tall dark figure at night could indeed look quite menacing to a young woman. He did not want her to think she was risk of being attacked.
“Hello?” He called through the darkness his breath forming mist in the cold night air.
“Hello.” Her voice called back, no fear, no care. The scent of pot came toward him.
“What are you doing here?” He called to her.
“Smoking. What are you doing here?”
“Walking.” He took a step closer.
“Do you want some?” She said, holding out the joint to him. He stepped toward her and took it, inhaling deeply, letting the taste of it waft across his tongue. He held it back out to her and she shook her head reaching into her pocket.
“Keep it.” She laughed as she pulled out another one and lit it up.
“So are you visiting family” He gestured to the headstone under her.
“No. I just thought she would have appreciated a smoke. Bellatrix the Bitch. I think we have had a lot in common.” He laughed through his nose and looked at the inscription just under where her bare feet were hanging.
“Really? Bitches hey? Maybe that’s what got her killed.” He had moved a little closer to her and could see her eyes were green and quite glazed. Her lips were turned upwards grinning as she pondered the life of Bellatrix.
“Yeah I guess its pretty likely that some piece of trash man thought she was too much of a bitch and killed her. Makes sense. Hopefully someone avenged her death. Maybe there is a headstone somewhere that says Simon Stack – Fucked with Bellatrix and was put to sleep by a masked vigilante.” They both laughed.
“Beautiful night though.” He said.
“What?”
“I said beautiful night”
“Yeah, I guess. I like the creepy silence of a cemetery. I find it invigorating. Especially when I meet a dark and creepy man lurking.” She grinned and raised her eyebrows at him before stubbing out her joint and putting it into her pocket.
“I’m not creepy or lurking.” He said.
“That’s disappointing. Here I was hoping there’d be some stranger bone storming.” She said slipping down off the headstone and walking towards him. Her bare feet came to a stop a few centimetres from his boots. He looked down at her green eyes now lit up.
“I’m not entirely sure what you mean when you say bone storming. Is that like grave robbery.” She laughed so much she had to put her hand on his chest to keep her balance.
“You can’t be that innocent.” She said. Leaving her hand on his chest. She could feel his muscular pecs under her hand, and she ran it across to the feel the other one. He was so firm. She brought her other hand to his body and ran it down both sides of him until she reached his belt.
“I should probably check I have your consent, my apologies, here I am touching you.” His confusion had very quickly turned to arousal the second he felt her hand on his chest. He looked down at her and nodded. She continued to run her hands over his body, down the sides of his pants and up over the zip. She could feel his body coming to life at her touch. He put his hands to her face and leant down to kiss her. Their lips, a little dry from the pot, held onto each other from the stickiness until she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He ran his hands through her hair and down her body as their tongues danced in the moonlight. Her curves were easy to feel through the thin fabric of the dress. He grabbed her arse, picked her up and sat her back on the headstone. She pulled him to her with her legs, close enough to feel his bulge on her vulva. They continued to explore each other with tongues and fingers.
He grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up to her hips tracing his hand along her inner thigh. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down in shock when he found she was free buffing under the dress. He was instantly hard. He put his fingers to her vulva and traced around the outside of her lips before allowing his thumb to gently part her. He found her clit and gently circled around it. Their mouths were still tasting each other, she moved her hand to his crotch and undid his belt, button and zip. His cock sprung out of his pants confidently. She grabbed his hand and pushed it down until his thumb slid inside of her. The warmth and wetness of her engulfed it as she put her hand to his cock and worked it up and down. Their mouths danced together as their fingers worked on pleasure. He took his thumb out and replaced it with two fingers. She moaned as he walked them inside of her. He used his thumb to rub her pearl gently as he thrust the others inside of her. Her smell was wafting up to him as he fingers started sliding with her wetness. She rubbed her hips into his hand as she gripped him with her legs. She pulled away from the kiss and screamed her pleasure to the moon. Without hesitation she jumped down off the headstone and turned around pulling her dress up. He knew what to do and stepped forward pushing himself inside of her. She put her hands to the headstone as he plunged forward. Both his hands were on her hips pulling her into him. She moaned into the headstone as he hit all the right places. Her swollen clit was being rubbed from the inside and she felt it building up deep in her core. She tilted her hips a little as he pushed in and felt her breasts bouncing at the strength of his thrust. She bounced back into him feeling her arse hitting his hips. He was watching his cock slide in and out of her as she bounced off him. She cried out loudly as her liquid ecstasy dripped down her legs. He thrust harder feeling his own orgasm building within him. He tried to pull away from her to cum, but she reached back and pushed him back in. She felt the pressure hose explode inside of her and the force of it was pleasure itself. She felt his cock pulse as it spat inside of her. Once it stopped, she pulled away and turned to face him. Her dress fell back down over her naked leaking body. She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his mouth.
“Thanks.” She walked past him as he watched her dress flowing with each step.
“Wait!” He called. “I didn’t get your name”
“Yes, you did” She called back. “But my friends called me Bella.”