I heard the sound of stilettos coming down the hallway and braced myself.
We had been kissing on the sofa before she stood up saying ‘won’t be long.’
I stood to greet her as she came back into the room, my hard cock growing harder still.
Author: ilovepatsy
A poem about making love [M][F]
‘You undo me’, I think you said. ‘I love how you always want me.’
Your golden hair, sun-kissed shoulders, wide bright eyes
Feeling blessed, I said, ‘I want to crash my spaceship into your Sun.’
You gasped and squeezed me: your lava burned through my veins
I roughly used your hips to thrust deep inside, again and again … until
until there was an earthquake far out and deep in the ocean
A steady surge, a vacuum forming, then …
A Christmas Day tsunami scale of devastation
As our bodies dissolved in the furnace of our desire
Until all that remained was the breath of angels in love
The Most Delectable Love Affair. A love letter [M] to [F] She keeps this beside the bed and comes every time she reads it. Hope you do too XX
I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me and all the reasons that I love you, but that would take all day and all night for you to read. So let’s just start with my favourite things.
I love that coy girly look when we share an intimate moment in public. The way you sometimes avoid looking me in the eye because you want me so badly. And there’s a special look you have when you know you are being cared for, looked after and cherished. There’s your breathtaking beauty, elegance and of course your explosive sexuality. I am always so proud to be with you, as you are always the most attractive woman wherever we go. I love the way your soft blonde hair curls around your slender neck, especially when you have just come from the shower. I love how we fit together so perfectly when we hug. I love how you laugh and how you smile, especially when it shows that you are really happy. I love how we laugh together so much, so freely and joyfully, even when we make love. I love your body’s perfume and how it subtly changes minute by minute, always entrancing and hypnotic, heady and sensual. I love walking with you, holding hands and treasuring every moment we spend together. Holding you tightly and hearing your sighs of happiness. I love taking your breath away as I squeeze you tight and lift you off your feet, my strong arms completely encircling your perfect slim waist. And I love to hold you by your hips because it feels like we are already making love.
[MF] How I discovered my swimsuit fetish
I heard the sound of stilettos coming down the hallway and braced myself. We had been kissing on the sofa before she stood up saying ‘won’t be long.’ I stood to greet her as she came back into the room, my hard cock growing harder still.
I didn’t even know she had a black zip up Speedo till now. The zip was undone down past her huge boobs which were almost spilling out, making her waist look tinier than ever. She had piled her blonde hair up in a bun and wore red lipstick, something she only wears for hot sex.
‘Well?’ she said, smiling mischievously. ‘What do you think?’
From that second on I had a full blown swimsuit fetish.
Isabella – An Erotic Novel Chapter 3
3.
I printed her postal label the but didn’t go around to her apartment on the following night. I waited until mid week, when I felt certain she would be alone.
She made some drinks, glasses of Southern Comfort, put a Barry White CD in the player, and sat opposite me, looking fantastic, like she always does. She wore skin tight jeans, ankle boots and a silky short sleeved blouse open at the front. It was loose enough to see a dark bra underneath. We talked about this and that and once again everything seemed to be very proper. I was starting to think that I had read too much into what she was saying a few days earlier.
After a while she joined me on the sofa as we looked through a brochure, still sipping our drinks. We got closer and eventually I took her free hand and gave it a little squeeze.
We held hands for a while and talked about about how close we felt we had become recently. She said that she had maybe said too much the other night and hoped I didn’t mind. I told her that I’d loved it and that it had turned me on. The inevitability of the encounter moved in on us. Being so close to her was intoxicating. I held her hand up to my lips and kissed it as I looked longingly into her eyes.
Isabella – An Erotic Novel Chapter 2
2.
One day recently Isabella came round to my house and we drank wine together. We were alone in the house together as my wife was away for the weekend. Isabella hadn’t realised, she said. I could see her weighing up the implications of the fact, but I couldn’t read her, tell what she was thinking.
It was early in the evening and I was very happy to have her around and really quite excited, thinking that in another life we might have fallen into each other’s arms leading to a night of mad passionate love making. In other words, I was feeding my fantasies.
Besides, her partner was coming over, like he did every Friday evening and she would soon be off, doing whatever it was they did.
We drank and laughed easily together just like we always have done. But she seemed to grow a little braver. And whilst we still sat quite separately in different chairs, the mood changed. She told me that she still had sexual feelings, and even that she had bought herself a vibrator from a store. She told me the story of how she had braved going into the shop, and how a charming young man had served her, made her feel comfortable.
Isabella – An Erotic Novel Chapter 1
1.
I have known my dear neighbour for years, a glamorous woman, short and slender, who always seems to look good, sexy even, like a Hollywood starlet from a golden age.
She dresses well, and wears her beauty with a confident air. She turns heads wherever she goes, always trailing tendrils of a heady exotic perfume in her path. She likes to laugh and is usually the centre of attention in any situation. And I have always admired her, felt fortunate to know somebody that glamorous, classy, a kind of woman that, much to my regret, has never been attracted to me.
I remember very clearly the first time we met, many years ago. Two blondes had been spotted visiting an apartment which had recently been sold. Its previous occupant, an unsociable woman who had a tangible disapproving air about her. I recall getting a fleeting glimpse of them, as the car which first brought her into my life drove away. I hoped they were going to be moving in and eagerly anticipated meeting my new neighbours, apparently a mother and her daughter.