This is the beginning of a real encounter between my boyfriend and I and my first time writing an erotic story. Tell me how it is!
The candle in front of me flickered quickly, left and right, the light the only thing I was able to focus on. His voice droning in the background, calming, assertive, the man who it belonged to made me uncontrollably lusty and comfortably all at once. It was low, smooth, and yet I could sense the things that made him unsure. The things that I had grown to adore about this man. The comforts.
“Now you feel it in your fingertips. The warm sensation, as though your hands were being dipped into that same pool of water you chose to imagine, the one you are stepping into and my voice compels you to dive. But you can’t. Not yet.” The lower half of my body was floating, as though I were lost, floating, yet so heavy. Light, but unable to move, warm enough to tire me out, the light in the middle of my gaze also drew me. My fingertips felt ripples around them and after that, I can’t remember until he shook me awake.