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, 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.

It was later in the morning and he climbed up a weathered wooden ladder to the flat roof of his little house and he squinted as he looked up to the ridge not more than a hundred meters off. He unfolded a blanket and took off his shoes and shirt and began to cover himself in tanning oil. His palms wide and his fingers long, the top of his hands as well as his arms bulged with a particularly prominent vascularity in the heat as they climbed across every reachable inch of his body. His shorts dropped to his ankles and he lay sprawled across the serape.
The suns reflection shimmered like streams of gold in the contours of his toned body, every muscle and every tendon glistened like a mirage upon the desert horizon. He closed his eyes and thought of the woman from the window.
A few nights had passed but the apparition remained vivid in his memory. He wished that the woman would have had the chance to know the prowess he possessed, the delicate, undivided attention he would divulge upon her if she were to have invited him through her window.
He feverishly fantasized about fondling her phenomenal figure from behind, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. His hands slowly sliding downward from her waist and seamlessly over her hips. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood tall while his plump, pillowy lips pressed gently against her skin. One hand slid further down, flirtatiously following the line of her hip bone. He pressed playfully into the inner crease of her thigh as his lips engulfed her outstretched neck in a deep, dramatically wet kiss and she sank into him, melting into the throes of his tantalizing touch, washing over her in one warm wave of ecstasy.
His thick, throbbing cock that pulsed with the same aforementioned vascularity had grown to its fullest potential and it stood strong with great girth and vigor, shimmering confidently in the sunlight. His eyes stayed closed as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to trace the brim of the painfully swollen tip with his thumb.
A woman watched for birds while discreetly navigating the destitute, degrading footpath that danced along the ridge behind the house. She stopped, pleasantly surprised as she unassumingly stumbled upon the sight. She sat, sheathed by the foliage, safely sunken into the scenery watching him through her binoculars with the same salacious stare that he had worn before. She feasted her eyes upon his figure and she grew warm and wet and wanting as her imagination soared.

The party had died down and he had climbed to the roof to find a moment of solace, much too drunk to drive home, yet too sober to fall asleep. He sat shapeless in the sea of the moonless night, the glaze of his eyes shimmered like glass marbles with lakes of fire in the orange glow of his cigarette. They felt heavy in his head, strained and wavering but adamantly fixated, gazing as a predator does upon its prey at a shapely figure that stood illuminated in a distant window.
Her back was turned towards him at an angle where the curvature of her back caught a slight shadow and a glimpse of her frontside shown in the reflection of the mirror. She was pale and pristine and her skin shone in the light, soft and inviting. Her breasts were small and spry and the posture of her perked nipples protruded delicately from her silhouette while she brushed her wet hair.
His heart beat hard in his chest and his cock throbbed in the constraints of his pants as she began to lather herself in lotion, she squeezed and rubbed and pushed her ass cheeks up and down and together and apart in one continuous, seamlessly smooth motion. His imagination ran wild and he squirmed insatiably in his seat, salivating at the thought of her beautiful body bent as far over as she possibly could, squeezing and rubbing and pulling her ass cheeks apart for him so his eager lips could taste the decadence dripping from her plump pussy while she climbed toward climax as his tongue carefully caresses her quivering clit. Then, the room went dark and the fleeting fantasy of the woman in the window disappeared back into the abysmal black of the moonless night.