Author: bluemonkeyass

Chance Meeting, part 2 (MF, anal)

Part 1 Link: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp9vlt/untitled_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x

I’m not done with you yet, you whisper, kissing me passionately.

My legs feel weak, I am barely able stand… but I kiss you back, tasting my juices in your mouth. As I slowly gain my senses back, my desire for you boils over and I have a sudden desperate need to taste you, all of you. I unbuttoned your shirt as I glide down your body, kissing you as I moved down… my tongue flicks over your nipples, eliciting a moan.
As my mouth lingers on your nipples, my hands rub your hardened cock through your pants. You go to undo your pants but I shake my head … this is my turn, I say softly.

You chuckle as your fingers instead run through my hair.

I keep making my way down your body, and am now the one kneeling in front of you. I unzip your pants, and take out your cock, while leaving your pants on. My mouth immediately gravitates towards the head, my tongue greedily lapping up the precum, before playfully licking all around the head and shaft. Using my saliva as lube, I sloppily lick your shaft, some saliva drips to your balls. My hands massages your balls, twirling them around in my hand, as I bring your cock into my mouth. My hands and mouth match pace. Faster, then slower…then faster. You taste so good, I moan as I suck your cock. Your fingers pull on my hair while your push my head further on your cock. Read more »

Untitled (MF)

(special thanks to u/writing_smut_is_fun for edit help)

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I walked down from the hotel lobby into the crisp October night and down the steps to the bar. I slowly open the heavy door, and as I walk in, cigar and cigarette smoke pours out from the dark interior into the cool evening.
Inside, giving my eyes time to adjust, the dim lighting casts a yellow glow. Sultry music flows through my body as I make my way slowly to the bar. *Whiskey sour*, I tell the bartender as I sit in the only empty place at the bar, next to you. You take a long drag off your cigarette as your eyes wander up and down my body.
I take a slow sip of my drink, kissing the rim of the glass with my tongue as I feel your eyes drink me in, slowly undressing me under your stare. The smooth taste glides down my throat, the days worries vanish and I sigh with contentment, licking the taste of the whiskey off my bottom lip, knowing you are watching me.
With a deep throated chuckle, you mutter *damn girl* under your breath. I don’t know if you care whether I hear you or not. We say nothing to each other as we drink our drinks and listen to the band, letting the music wash over us with the rest of the crowd. As the minutes pass slowly, sexual tension permeates between us like a palpable energy in this smoke-filled room. Read more »