So, a little back story… this stems from a true personal story (emphasis on stems), and for a girl who'd never even held hands with a guy before (even though I had a vivid imagination), it was my first time doing anything close to physically sexual. I actually wrote this a while back when I recounted the story to a friend, and was still feeling high from the experience. I could "tidy it up", but I feel that it captures how I felt at the time, so I apologise if it comes across as pretty amateur (not that I'm an erotica writer by any accounts anyway). Hope you can enjoy! ;)
I wasn't sure what to expect, so while we were dancing with a gap between us, I slowly backed up towards him, but stopped because my shyness overtook me. I was a little shocked when he responded and moved forward to close the gap, still dancing, now rubbing his dick against me as if he knew how badly I wanted it. I let out the breath I was holding as his hands firmly held my hips moving them in time with his own in the opposite direction, and my escaped breath turned into a small moan as his lips brushed along my neck. I arched my back slightly in pleasure, and as his hands loosened their grip, I turned around and ran my hands up his chest, winding them around his neck and pulling him back towards me. He gave me this look and smile that said 'You and I both know we want each other', and I put my face against his as he started to grind against me again.
This time I could properly feel his dick through my short, tight dress, rubbing into me, as if he was trying to tear through the fabric that separated us… He pushed my face aside with his own, and he let the warm breath from his mouth send a tingle down my spine before he pressed it completely to my neck… Starting low at my collarbone, he slowly got higher, as I started to get even more and more wet… I was afraid to move my legs any further apart, just because they were so wet… But that raw, animalistic desire came over me and I ran my leg along the back of his, hiking it up and locking it hard around him. He moved his dick in closer against me, and I started to rub myself against it as hard as I could, trying to get an angle where I my dress would ride just high enough so I could feel his rock, hard cock throbbing against my clit… I kept biting my lip to stop the moans of pleasure from getting too loud, and started to run my hands through his hair, keeping his head pushed down against my neck, feeling my whole body start to want nothing more than his dick inside me, fucking me so hard that I couldn't help but scream…
Everything started to throb inside me, I started to shake, and he finally came up from my neck and looked into my eyes, me looking back, no longer able to control my own movements, or slow my ragged breath. We both knew he was in control, and had me where he wanted me, still thrusting hard against me. The look in his eyes was full of lust and dominance, I felt powerless and so deliciously weak in his grasp, his mouth parted slightly and started to move towards me… I could feel myself reaching the peak, I wanted it, I wanted him so bad, and just as he pressed his lips to mine and as pleasure started to rack through my body… I freaked and pushed him away, softly but firmly, disentangling my legs and arms from him. We stood with that same first gap between us, and his face had a look of shock on his face, but only for a split second before his mouth broke into a knowing grin. He'd had me, and he knew that after a small taste, I would do anything to have him again. Anything to feel his hot, naked body in bed, to ride his cock, and to make him come all over my breasts after I'd blown him, while my fingers were on my clit and sliding in and out of me so easily due to being so fucking wet. I couldn't help but grin back, and he seemed satisfied as he pulled me off the dance floor so we could get another drink.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1jlmki/little_taste_of_pleasure_mf_grinding
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WOW! Hot story!!