Author: hermesoctober

[Part 2] Finding Heaven Between Our Legs [MF]

[PART 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o6nv58/part_1_teaser_pregaming_and_precumming_on_the/)

They ordered an Uber XL back to his apartment for the privacy an extra row between them and the driver afforded. Not that it was enough to stop the driver from leering in the rearview mirror.

As soon as they sat down, he was bypassing her dress. It was a silky ascent up her thigh, under her hem, around her panties, and through her lips. ***GOD***, did she wish it was his dick but, ***GOD***, did his fingers fuck her good. Her hips could not contain themselves. As she soaked his hand and the seat, he stared into her eyes. He loved the way her eyes begged for more and more and more the slower he teased her clit. She dug her teeth into her lip as she fought to stay quiet. He put his lathered fingers in her mouth to help, and she licked herself off of him like it was sweet precum on his dick. Read more »

[Part 1 / Teaser] Pregaming and Precumming on the Dancefloor [MF]

Any other night, he’d be at home, mentally recuperating from the week. But tonight felt different. He felt different. Like something good was going to… fall into his lap.

If you’d seen her dance, you’d see she was more at home here than he was. But tonight, just maybe, she was more inclined to come out because she sensed some electricity awaiting her as well. She was here with her friends – celebrating someone’s birthday or a break up, or a break up that resulted from a boyfriend forgetting a birthday – so of course there was plenty dancing.

The bounce of her body was intoxicating. Watching her mover was like no drug he’d ever tasted. He could see his hands on her waist, could feel each pillowy cheek pressing into his groin, see her looking back as she felt his erection pushing back.

His dick steered him closer.

His approach was not lost on her nor her friends. They each thought he was coming over to talk to them. She just thought he was handsome. Read more »

A Healthy Marriage [MF]

Seated at the head of the table, he’d often look over the faces of his writers room with pride and satisfaction. This was all he ever wanted for so damn long. But, in this moment, all he wanted was his wife.

No, not “wanted”. He was far beyond “want”, and “need”, and “desire”, and the like. Anguish. That was the word. The replayed fantasies, the too frequent trips to the restroom, the lost moments in meetings and conversations, the pants-tenting thoughts, the throbbing. Each one an everyday hazard of being away from that beautiful face of hers, but, today, right fucking now, he anguished for her. He could feel every bit of what he was missing by being here. The bickering between writers that had overtaken the room… compared to the thought of her nails digging into his back.

Unable to resolve their differences on their own, the writers turned to him for resolution. Tempted to admit he hadn’t been listening and unload on them the deviance that had taken precedence, he instead urged them all to “sleep on it” and dismissed the room early. He waited for them all to leave to spare them his forthright erection, but there would be no further delay between him and the woman he desperately needed to fill up. Read more »