Monday, 4 February 2013

Shhh... Part I

Hey loves. Yes, this post comes with a warning. An age restriction, if you will. If you're rather...sensitive, if you're reading this at work or if you're my family and don't want to picture me having sex, STOP READING RIGHT NOW. Don't say I didn't warn you. STOP, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. (And for the love of God, don't do any nudge nudge wink wink moments when you see me after you read this. Please. Let's be grown folk about it.) Anywaysss! :) I've been throwing the idea around to write some erotica, and the situation kind of presented itself to me by chance. I wrote this for someone, with that certain someone in mind. He thought it was pretty fucking hot, but he could be biased. *smirks* So here you go. This is one of my attempts at erotica. Enjoy & don't forget to tell me what you think!

It's a Sunday afternoon. Soccer Sunday, and we're at your friend's place. The men are watching the game, the women are in the kitchen, sipping their drinks and discussing the naughty little details of their sex lives. It's been a good day. Good food, good company, you by my side. You wanted me to meet your friends. It went well. I could see myself fitting in here. It was a good day.

But, in the same breath, I'm annoyed. You promised that we'd watch the game at your place. I didn't get waxed for nothing. I'm as horny as can be, and watching you in your natural element, laughing and joking around isn't doing me any favours. And that smile. Oh... That smile. I'm wearing a beautiful flowy dress. The weather is lovely. Overcast, and cool. It's pretty much the perfect day.

I sit back down at the kitchen table and listen to the girls with half an ear, but my eyes remain fixed on you. I want you, in the worst way. I squeeze my thighs together. I'm wet. I can tell by the way my thighs slide, slick from my juice. I reminisce about the way you had to ease your way, centimetre by centimetre, into me last night. I knew I was tight, but you made me feel like a virgin again. My clit throbs at the thought. I'm lost in a world of my own making, my eyes still fixed on you. You look up. You can clearly see the desire on my face. I'm biting the side of my bottom lip, and my eyes don't leave yours. You can tell by the way I'm breathing that the only thing on my mind is sex. Sex with you.

You know what time it is. I excuse myself, telling a half hearted lie about going to the bathroom. You don't miss a beat. A few minutes later, you excuse yourself from the company, claiming to have forgotten your phone in the car. Our minds are exactly in sync. You find me in the guest room, with my back towards you, standing in front of a desk, staring out the window. I hear you come in, quietly close the door and lock it. I peek at you over my shoulder. You look at me, smiling that smile that does all those things to me. You place your hands on the widest part of my hips, and gently turn me around. I twirl, slowly, till I'm facing you. You're smiling. My knees buckle. I want you, so bad. I move back, till the desk against the wall presses into my ass, gently pulling you with me. I perch on the edge of the desk, pulling you closer to me, until you're standing right in front of me, with my legs in between yours.

You hover over me, and you tilt my chin up and kiss me soft and slow. My breath catches in my throat. My heart is racing. You're taking your sweet time, kissing benedictions into my lips, but you know I want you, and I want you now. I kiss you harder, more insistent. You pull back. With a mischievous grin, you lean forward, sliding your hands down my thighs and legs until you reach my ankles. You lift my dress and slide your hand up my leg. When you reach my knee, you gently push my legs apart. Moving your hand slowly up, your fingers reach their destination. You gasp as you realise I'm no longer wearing my panties. I slipped them off and stowed them in my handbag right before you came into the room. I'm soaking wet, and it's driving you wild. You slide your middle finger deep inside of me, never taking your eyes off mine. You make insistent circles over my clit with your thumb. I gasp for air. You keep this up for what seems like an eternity. I can't take it any more. I pull your lips onto mine unceremoniously and kiss you hard and fast. I want you, now. Your finger inside of me is joined by another, emboldened by my need. I'm going to cum if you keep that up. I need you inside of me. Still kissing you, my hands slide down to your crotch, unbuttoning your jeans and freeing your beautiful cock from it's prison. I yank your jeans and underwear down to the middle of your thighs, and I start stroking you, rougher than I intend to.

My animalistic need fires up the primal side in you. You roughly pull your fingers from me, pull me up from the desk, spin me around and push me so hard onto it that it bruises my hips. I couldn't care less. You grab my dress in your hand and bare my ass with one swish. Without missing a beat, you slam into me. Your friends must be wondering where we disappeared to. You fuck me HARD. I bite into my knuckles, so I won't cry out. You're fucking me, hard and rough, taking me, making me your whore. I love it. My juices run down my thighs. I'm cumming. Over and over and over again. I let a moan slip. It's just loud enough to be suspect. It sends you over the edge. You spill everything you have into me, collapsing onto my back. We're both spent, our breathing ragged, slowly returning back to normal along with our heart rates.

We fix ourselves up as well as we can, and just as we try to slip out of the room, we find your friends standing in front of the door. They knew. They heard it all. As we stand before them, utterly satisfied and red faced, they applaud.

Till next time, xoxo

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