Good day literary lovers!
Per usual I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, editing and/or formatting errors and whatever else I may do wrong. Please enjoy the latest “creation” from my twisted mind that I have had so much pleasure creating. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a PM, it’s always welcome… xo
Thank you dolls! <3
Digging into your pants pocket, you attempt to fish out the house key as you shuffle up the steps to the front door. As you slide the key into the lock you pause, just before turning it over you look up at the gray over casted sky to be met with a fat raindrop nailing you right between the eyes. Grumbling, you wipe the droplette from your brow then turn the key and push forward. Inside you are bathed in warm light and the faint sound of singing, peering down the hall you recognize the familiar sound of leather soled stilettos on the hardwood floor. Making your way inward, a few more moments pass and a shadowy silhouette stretches down that same hall, then met with the intoxicating fragrance of black currant, jasmine and musk. The scent alone sends something almost electric feeling reeling through you, instantaneously without notice, your hand travels down grazing your semi hardened bulge over work slacks.
A couple more steps and you are in the doorway of the bedroom. Here coming into your view, your gaze takes notice to the floor first, red bottoms of those stilettos heard earlier, sheer black stockings with an opaque black line running up from ankle, to calf, and continuing upward. Tight what looks to be a skirt clinging to a fully rounded ass. You find me slightly hunched over the vanity looking into the mirror while putting an earring in. In attempts to make your presence known, you clear your throat as you adjust yourself to not raise any sort of suspicion. Catching your reflection in the mirror we make eye contact, I smile at you as I straighten up. “You’re home. Perfect timing.”
Turning to face you, you now see what was thought to be a skirt is clearly a dress that just hasn’t been pulled up yet. A delicate designed emerald colored bra with gold embellishment adorns my pale breast. Striding my way toward you I ask about your day to which you respond with “Pure and utter bullshit. But, given my current place, definitely looking up.” I express my apologies and plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Pulling up the rest of the dress and spinning around I say “Well, help me zip up and we’ll see about turning the rest of night around for you.” Brushing the hair from my back over the shoulder you lightly drag the backside of a couple of your fingers up from the small of my back to the nape of my neck before pulling the zipper. Turning to face you once more I put my hands on your waistline, say thank you and start undoing your belt buckle. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed this either…” I cup my hand over your slightly hardened cock and give you a wink. “You go ahead and get changed, I’ll grab us a drink before we head out to dinner.”
In a fresh suit and tie you emerge and find me holding a pair of whiskey glasses. Outreaching to hand you one, I bite the corner of my bottom lip giving you a good look up and down. Tapping my glass to yours as a cheers, I take a sip and say “Wow, I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve forgotten how well you clean up.” Twirling around you tease “What? This old thing?” Both letting out a good hearty laugh I make my way toward you “I especially like this…” Grabbing your tie I pull you in the rest of the way and bite your lip before slipping my tongue into your mouth for a passionate kiss. Without parting from me, you take both our glasses and set them aside then grabbing me by the ass. You lift me up and wrap my legs around your torso all the while making sure your mouth never leaves mine. Taking a few steps you press my back into the wall to help you keep balance and allow freedom for your hands to maneuver just enough while still keeping me propped up.
Placing one of your hands on my inner thigh you feel the lace top of the stocking, being a pleasant surprise you let out a deep exhale. Pausing a moment to catch your breath you slide your hand up further, discovering that there is no “barrier” panty giving you full access to my sex.
“Oh fuck girl.” You moan, taken completely off guard. A wicked smile scrawls across your face as you slip one, then two fingers inside me while gently circling your thumb up and down my outer lips and clit. Whimpers of utter pleasure escape me as you feel your fingers being gripped tighter from the inside. You growl “I adore how you never cease to surprise me my dear…” as you bury your face into my neck giving more kisses before passionately sinking your teeth in, taking a bite on my shoulder. An excited yelp is expelled from me as I was not prepared for such an attack. “Please babe, I need you. I need you now!” Whirling around you move and lay me onto a table, spreading my legs apart you admire the view of my freshly waxed and trimmed pussy. A carnal tone in your voice you tell me that “You look positively delicious. Would you mind terribly if I had just a little taste?” Giving you an obviously clear sign that I don’t mind, I toss out a quip about not spoiling your appetite. Lowering to your knees and moving in closer, you run you hands up and down my legs, trailing nips and kisses until your mouth reaches your treat.
Starting slow with light pressure, you dance your tongue around every inch. Using the tip of your tongue, you flick that sweet spot a couple times before alternating between darting in and out feverishly penetrating me and making a complete seal sucking hard and deep. I cry out how close I am to coming, you taking pride in the record time it’s taken you to get me to this point, continue relentlessly until you feel me convulse, tensing up, then relaxing as I let out various moans and heavy breaths while recovering from aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. Standing back up, you drag your thumb across your lips cleaning up any remaining excess before sucking it clean. Starring at me in a crumpled bliss on the table you being undoing your belt, tugging loosely at the fabric your fully erect cock springs out excitedly. Gaze still fixed upon me you begin slowly stoking from base to tip. Growling a bit as you pick up pace, you edge yourself to the brink of completion.
Grabbing hold of my hips you pull me closer to the end of the table and flip me over propping my ass up just enough for you to give it a proper spank before driving your full length deep into me. Stopping briefly to revel in the feeling of how wet and tight I am for you, this almost make you come instantly but you fight the urge. Pumping away once more you start going faster, then harder. Fully removing yourself and plunging back in, allowing me to feel all of you making sure to take an extra moment so that I feel the swollen head of your cock force it’s way in. Now you really let go, loosing all composure thrusting in not giving any regard to the surroundings. “You feel so fucking good” you say through gritted teeth as you hit even deeper than before. About to come again I scream out your name begging you take me, inside I can feel your cock pulsing as you start to come. You pull out while still coming and start stoking yourself again as you groan spraying all over my ass and back. Once you finally stop coming, you give another playful spank on the other cheek and ask “Are you finally ready to head out to dinner?” with a clever wink and flashing a coy smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/knxu9k/the_quickie