You knock at the door. I am in my laptop trying to debug a machine learning model that had been stressing me all day. I was eagerly expecting you, but work kept me distracted.
Glad to abandon that tedious task and with the anticipation of the night ahead, I closed the laptop and throw it to the sofa and jumped to open the door. I know it is you.
We have chatted before, but this was the first time we were seeing each other.
I am wearing just a pair of black cotton sleep pants. I like my body and I like to show it off. And I enjoy how uncomfortable some women get when I am shirtless in a casual setting and how hard they try to maintain eye contact and not look down.
I unlock and open the door. You are there dressing a strapless black dress. It fitted your body perfectly hugging tightly all your curves, revealing your delightful shape. The contrast of your fair skin with the black dress and your hair is exquisite and your eyes are bold and penetrating.
I stand there petrified, mesmerized and confounded with your looks. You are so spicy and sensual that I want to just grab you, take you inside and fuck you with all my lust. But at the same time your eyes display a kind of seductive aggression that I’ve never seen before in a woman, it was confusing and enticing.
You smirk. You look at my body and pass your hands through a scar I have in my chest, you shamelessly go down touching my abs and only slightly, you let your hand pass over my dick. I was speechless. You say with some arrogance, “you could be worse”.
You invite yourself inside. When you pass by me, I feel your smell, it was intoxicating, I do not know which fragrance it was, or if it was the mixture of a perfume and you body odour but it drives me crazy.
I feel a desire inside that I did not feel in a long time, and your smirky arrogance annoys me so much. I grab your left arm and turn you, pull you into my body so you can feel my bulging erection. I can see in your expression a momentary flash of approval but it disappeared just as fast and the usual smirk returns to your pretty face and you gently push me back.
I feel so confused, I thought I understood women. I knew when they were into me or not. I could read them and seduce them. But now, I am clueless, you are like a book in a foreign language.
“One day, we may do it that way. But now I have the leash.” I cannot find words to respond to that cryptic phrase. In fact I had not spoken any word since we met that night.
You push me to the sofa. You start unzipping your dress. My heart is pumping fast in anticipation. My eyes staring at you. My mouth slightly opened and my breath shallow and fast. My precum could be clearly seen through my pants and my cock almost pulsating in arousal.
I feel embarrassed of how evident I was being about my attraction to you. My body betrayed me. I would typically play it cool before we were intimate.
You slowly let your dress slide down, revealing your divine body. It was simply perfect, all what I desire in a woman. I look at you, you exposed gracefully your pubic hair, you did not shaved nor trimmed it. You notice how intensely I am looking at it and smile.
“Take off those wet pants” you say and by some kind of magic spell I find myself taking them off. You look at my cock, it is big and women respond in different ways to it, some are aroused, some are a bit afraid of the possible pain, but not you. “We won’t need it tonight”.
“Today you will taste me” you say. “Sit there” pointing to a wall, I just obey. You walk to me confidently and stop just so your pussy is not more than five centimetres from my face. You are wet, so wet that some drops of your juices are slowly dripping like a transparent string.
I want to eat you so badly that my mind just cannot think about anything else. Your appetizing smell, your hairy pussy, your nectar dropping, your aroused labia waiting for my lips to kiss them.
But in all your malevolence, you step back. You turned around and spread your ass to show me your asshole. “Will you taste it?” I do not normally rim girls that I do not know well but there isn’t anything normal about you. After a few seconds I realize it was a question and not a statement and I promptly say yes.
That was all I got from you that night, to taste your ass while I finger your pussy. I know how to move my fingers, and you start moaning while you still grind your ass in my face. I am loving your ass, but I cannot take your pussy out of my mind, it feels so wet and I desperately want to taste it.
You finally come in a loud moan. You stop grinding and walk a few steps from me. As if you could read my mind, “I forgot something” you say, and come back to me and taking the hand I had in your pussy, you lick my fingers and smirk again.
I am still hard but I know that night was over. I follow you with my eyes while you put on your dress and send me a flying kiss. You showed yourself to the door.
Ten minutes later I come back to my senses, not knowing what had happened, that was the worse and best hook-up ever, I had never felt so aroused and frustrated before.
I was all the next week jacking off at you, your pussy, your ass and your smirky pretty face. The next Friday you text again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/avkjaa/your_pretty_smirky_face