(hey all. This is a new series and will be a lot less kinky than previous pieces. Expect some feel good stuff rather than dirty and kinky)
There was something I noticed on our first date, long before you took me home. Something I realised when our interactions were still polite, when I wasn’t sure what I thought of you, what I wanted, or what you could give me.
My observation wasn’t of you, but of myself.
A long dating resume had taught me what incidental touch does on a date, what loaded meaning a stroke of the arm, a bumping of knees, a playful poke can carry. A woman’s wordless message of “It’s okay. I want this. Touch me back. “
But on this occasion, it wasn’t a message I had set out to send. It wasn’t a thought that crossed my mind. I was busy trying to work you out with more evolved parts of my brain. So why was my skin being drawn to yours? Once, twice, thrice. I chastised myself every time. *don’t lead him on. What are you doing? You don’t even like him*
It was true when I thought it, I muse. It was true until you kissed me.
True until the key turned in my apartment door and you closed it behind you. And everything changed.
You were a man transformed and I a woman equally so. The kiss set me alight- romantically, sexually, spiritually. Each inch of my skin seemed to gleefully cheer – gloating over my brain. *This is why I touched him. This is why*
What happened next was witnessed only by the furniture displaced by our movement. Clothes were discarded at rocket speed and I stood there, dizzied with admiration.
I had already had words with God when I first saw you smile. You had been handsome in your photos, although stern and a little awkward. But in the flesh, seeing that smile for the first time, I had to ask myself whether I’d ever seen such a beautiful man.
And now I was seeing you in your glory. Naked but for your underwear, in my home, looking at me as if to ask for feedback, while I stood frozen, speechless.
The tall, muscular and heavily tattooed form in front of me was near unbearable. Strong legs, strong arms, broad shoulders. *What the fuck. Who looks like this? Not fair*.
“Phillip…” I gasped, looking at you, mouth open and curled into the slightest and yet most bewildered smile. Your grin followed and before I could say a thing, I was swiftly in the air, carried to and then thrown on my bed. My smile was now one of fake outrage.
“Excuse me?” I said, dramatic and obvious.
“Sure”, you responded, then pulled my legs apart. I was starting to learn that my body was never going to show any resistance to your touch, and consequently I was now on my back, legs wide while your lips found my clit. I moaned, gasped, pleaded in absolute gibberish at first, before I was too deep in the throes of ecstasy to do even that.
“ Mmmmmmph” was all I could muster…
*****to be continued ******
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jilg5i/falling_to_pieces_part_1_erotic_romance_mdom_mf
Can’t wait to read the next part!