Category: Erotica

*–Continues from* [*Eugene’s Distraction*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/axzryi/eugenes_distraction_part_7_of_the_carmen/)

Sabine was snuggling close as we rode. Her left hand was inside my dinner jacket at my waist. Her right was holding my left bicep. She was almost purring. After a few minutes, she moved slightly, handing me my phone, which again she had deftly slipped from my inner jacket pocket. “Call her,” she said. “Call Carmen and tell her you are coming. I know that you expected you would have to ‘entertain’ me, but I understand how little time you have here in the U.S. before we are gone for a long while.”

She touched the messages app and selected Carmen’s. She tapped the phone icon and confirmed it was ringing then tapped the speaker button and held it in front of me.

“Hi Eugene. Are you here?” She said excitedly. “I’ve told Shannon all about our flight. She can’t wait to meet such a gallant gentleman.”

“I don’t know about all that. I am in the car now. I guess I will be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Perfect. I hope you don’t mind that we started without you. The doorman will send you up to the roof.” Read more »

You doze. The room is heavy with heat and our combined scent, your arm curled under your head, your skirt still hiked up over your hips and my cum still leaking from you. I feel a fierce possessiveness in seeing it, my cock stirring again, wanting to roll you onto your back and drive into you, wake you up by stretching that pretty, little pussy some more.

I let you sleep though, rising to wash myself and hurrying back on silent feet to study you in the low light, your curves and shadowed angles, the tattoos that cover your skin like armor and your deceptively innocent face.  

The fact that you are private in your utter depravity, in that you’ve only shared it with me, is strangely adorable. By the grace of whatever hedonistic god you chose to bless me with the power to coax you into losing control, a perfect, little slut from my darkest, most fetishistic dreams.

You are a fetish, from your carefully trimmed bangs to the black stockings so tightly encasing your pale legs. Those legs shift as you stir, opening to flash me your swollen sex, still wet with our cum. I have to bite my knuckles to keep from touching you. Read more »

I can tell you’ve been pleasuring yourself as soon as I walk into the bedroom. The smell of sweat and your sweet aroma are thick in the dimly lit area. I knock on our bathroom door.

“Liz, you in there?” I ask knowing full well that you’re trying to clean yourself up. There’s the sounds of clothes moving and you panting.

“Just a minute, yeah,” you sound winded. I ignore your request and open the door to find you standing with no pants on and a purple dildo in your hand, eyes wide. You try to hide the dildo behind you, face turning an even darker shade of red than before. It was no secret that you masturbated; I had bought that dildo for you. No need to play coy.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I begin to undress as I walk back into the bedroom, still looking at your half nude body. Laying naked on the bed, I grip my cock and start to play with it, stroking it gently with one hand as I beckon you over. You bit your lip shyly and walk on your toes to the foot of the bed. You crawl onto your knees and sit up, showing me the tight line of your simp, perfectly waxed and shining pale in the lamplight. Read more »

Buzz Buzz

Buzz Buzz

Maybe the vibration of your phone receiving this message will be a gentle way to rouse you from your sleep…

The equivalent of me lightly running my fingers through your chest hair and down your belly. You still in a half sleep dreamy snooze.

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My fingers wake the skin and your breath gets shorter. I move down your body. I’m getting wet thinking about my hands reaching your dick.

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You are so hard for me, your waking dreams a reality. I am in between your legs as i run my fingers down your ribs, over your hips and inside your thighs, so close to your balls, I see you cock twitch and look at you, still in a dreamy half sleep.

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You hear me wet my lips, you can feel the warm breath from my open mouth over your cock. Waiting for me to take you in my mouth. Your dick is so hard and the thought of sucking you off makes me grind up on your leg. I sit up take my top off, leaning back over your dick with my butt in the air you can feel my nipples brush over your balls as I take your hard dick in my warm wet mouth. Read more »

Her text to him said, “Come over now, I could use some help.” it was followed by a generic plain old smiley face emoji. He tried very hard to decipher any hidden meaning in the selection of this dull but friendly “Have a nice day” icon from the seventies. They worked in the same department of a mid size company in New York. He was 27 and she was 38. They were good friends at work. He flirted with her whenever he could. He was never sure how the flirting was received. She didn’t seem to object to it. Did this older woman not recognize it as flirting. He was hoping the banter was making her desire him, he was screaming as politely as he could, “I am lusting after you very hard and in every way, your small tits arouse me to the point that it is difficult to sleep at night” In a subsequent text a minute later she gave him her address. And another text moments later read, “Bring me a coffee.” Then a “Please!” which was followed by again the same bland dullard of an emoji. It couldn’t be the winking one or the one with the tongue wiping it’s chin. Read more »