Category: eroticliterature

A stack of books towered upon the bedside table next to a book of matches and a pack of cigarettes that she had held onto for maybe 4 weeks now. She only smoked when she found herself helplessly suspended in the loneliest hours of the night, sip by sip subtracting from what wine she had left to tame her meandering mind. Tonight was one of those nights. The clock read almost quarter to four and she sat in the kitchen in a black bath robe with a freshly emptied bottle in front of her. She swayed a little when she stood up, she walked to the bedroom and reached for the bedside table before crawling out of her window onto the fire escape where she sat with her legs dangling off of the edge.
The wet, red reflection of the after hour streetlights flashed across the pavement and the city was quiet. She lit her cigarette and looked to the sky, then down to the street and then back into her apartment and her unamused gaze rested upon a pair of binoculars that sat on the bookshelf at the other end of the room. She blinked a slow, heavy blink while pulling from her cigarette and began to reminisce about the boy on the roof. She liked how he laid outstretched and sprawled, teeming with confidence as every groove of his slender, toned body glistened like gold in the sun. She liked how bold and shameless he was as his monolithic cock stood strong and statuesque, vulnerable and exposed in the wide open.
The cool nighttime breeze slipped through her robe and her firm nipples peeked through the thin veil of fabric but she was warm in between her legs.
She thought of the boys hands, large and strong and she thought of them wrapping around her neck the way she had seen them wrapped around his cock and she began to brush the hems of her robe to either side. She scooted her legs apart and her fingers delicately danced along the plump outer lips of her salivating sex while she recalled surveying every inch of him in great detail through the lens of binoculars. It had been some time. She thought of his stiff and pulsing cock, tactfully teasing her tightness by slowly stretching her to her limit. Her breath became sultry and staggered as she became flooded with the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, squeezing inside of her before gracefully slipping out of the grip of her soaked and swollen sex and he would slide the shaft of his rigid cock between her quivering lips and up against her clit, spreading her wetness before slipping back into her just a little bit deeper than before. She was elated, enraptured by the sweeping sensation washing over her as a serene shiver shot through her entire body as she engulfed every inch of him. His grip tightened around her neck and she pressed the burning butt of her cigarette into the crease of her hip and her pussy quivered and convulsed uncontrollably and her entire body shuddered as a wave of euphoria cascaded over her as she came. She leaned backwards and the loosened robe had fallen to either side and the cincture lazily lay across her stomach and she sat, satisfied and satiated, vulnerable and exposed, steeped in euphoric exhaustion, soiled in her own secretion as her wetness dripped through the iron grates down to the street below.