Category: eroticliterature

This is based on a dream that a recently had that I found very interesting but never got to finish. The following text will be the rest, or what I think “the rest” of the dream would’ve been like if I hadn’t of woke up just yet.)
Ahhh good ole’ adulthood, or at least what I think of it’ll be for me if I continue on the path that I am on. Maybe my boyish-charm and charisma will have a 3sum with fate and somehow will fabricate the events I will recall in this story, who knows though, am I right ?. Anyways hope you enjoy ?.
It is absolutely amazing the situations you can end up in with a bit of self-respect, public decency, charisma, and charm with the way that you present yourself to others. Those are the magical ingredients that will get you places.
I am 18 at the time- fresh out of high school-, somewhere between 5’11 and 6’1, somewhere between 163 and 167 lbs., lightskin like y’all know me, braces off- smile bright, and with the same hairstyle I’ve had since junior year, somewhat-curly taper fade, and somewhat of an athletic build but not quite, so ottermode basically (Ottermode is the body type that when people see you with your shirt off they can see that you work out but that you’re not an athlete; slimmer than an athlete, muscle just not a lot of muscle). Now that the description of me is out of the way, I’ll go on with my story.
I’m grocery shopping for myself, just got a new apartment, and you may be thinking, “But redditor, that’s very young to be living by yourself.” And to you, I’d respond with, “Yes, it is very young to be living by myself, but one of the magical elements that I have, my charisma and people skills, got me this place paid for. I basically had a very intellectual talk with the landlord for the apartment and he favored me so much that me let me have it, paid for by himself. He even offered me a position at his side job which is still pending on my decision.”
As I am leaving with my bought possessions, I bump into this woman, right? I didn’t know the extent of the force that we bumped into one another but when I bumped into her, she fell. I helped pull her up after calling myself an idiot for being attentive and watching out for other people.
She was a young woman; brownskin, petite but shapely petite, about 5’5, possibly 23 or 24, if there was any word to describe her, it’d be drop-dead gorgeous- she was a dime in all the pennies adding up to it. She must’ve been a business student because she was dressed professionally, like a business woman; black shirt, white long-sleeve shirt covered by a business jacket, shiny black heels, glasses, and she was wearing a bun which complemented the whole outfit, and then there’s me, open blue flannel with a short-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black timberlands, with my signature “Angel-Wolf Tooth pendent necklace” that I wear with most of my outfits.
I love that necklace, very meaningful
I helped her up, and she laughed it off. I thought she was gonna yell at me for being clumsy, but she didn’t. She just smiled to herself and chuckled. With this in mind, I chose to shoot my shot- it’s not like I didn’t have anything more important to do then. Her name was Marissa. We talked for a while, topics included where we went to school at, where we grew up, our aspirations, relationships and I don’t know you crossed THAT line, but I remember her asking me, “Wonder how you kiss, baby”, she bit her lip subtly, sizing me up the entire time with those beautiful brown eyes. This stirred up some feelings, very bold and sexual feelings.
To her offer, I responded with, and I feel this is the greatest thing I said to date, “Let me go home with you and we’ll see.”
(See, a couple of years ago, from 12-15, I wouldn’t have EVER been able to say that to a girl, I was never confident with the words I would say to girls. I guess it was due to how I felt about myself. I was going through changes and the things I ate would affect me with acne, but when I was 16, I found myself and who I really was. I mean there were instances before when I seen what I could be but it wasn’t til 16 when I became who I wanted to be. Then 17 came and that’s when I became as confident as I am with girls. It was a crazy ride, I just made a gamble whenever I would talk to them, they either feel me or they don’t. 50/50. They feel me, coo, they don’t, coo. And from what I could tell, this girl was DEFINITELY feeling me.)
When I responded, she gave me her number and she said text me my name and she would text me her address. And that she did.
I remembered that I had groceries, y’all probably thinking, “This nigga forgot he had groceries, silly nigga…” and I did, I told her that when I put my food up get ready. She bit her lip again and grabbed my shirt and put her other hand to my mouth in a “shhh” gesture and said “I will but will you, honey?” That was hot.
It was about 6:30 in the evening when she got done getting her groceries and by 6:45 she said she was ready. When the signal was given, I went. I mean come on, that was my bat signal and I was Batman about to stop the crime but, in this case, Catwoman had a person signal and Batman was about to get in her guts.
Just like me, she also lived in an apartment, number 224. I rung the buzzer and said, “Hey, it’s me redditor from the sto-” she let me in and told me in that voice so seductive, “Come and get me, baby, 2nd floor, you know the number.” (224). And like that, we’re off. Up to her room I went. Read more »