Detailorotica: An Absorbing Romance
By Shiraz Saini
Copyright@2011 Shiraz Saini
Smashwords Edition
All Rights Reserved
Introduction
“Detailorotica, as the coined term suggests, is an erotic novel written in complete detail. I have tried to cover a very long period from my college days to the present, just picking only those moments which were full of physical pleasure, with no stone left unturned in description of those moments. When I started writing, I thought I could do it in a few pages, may be in the form of a short story, but when the final version of the story lay before me, I found that it had more than three hundred pages of exciting details. I approached a publisher and he was ready to publish it at once but I decided otherwise. Before having a printed version, I wanted to share it with online readers so here I am with my new book which can be easily downloaded on any device.”----Shiraz Saini
Preface
Jonathan was very much there, before my eyes. His cold breath could be seen in the frosty weather. His one glance at me was enough for him to realize that I was absolutely drunk.
The recent break up with my boy friend had shattered me. He was the person who had tasted the first buds of my virginity. Our relationship had lasted for a very long time. My old friends did not want to accompany back home so this freshman was helping me in my walk.
It seemed that most of the senior friends were drunk and they did not want to go with me so they had forced Jonathan to go with me. His eyes were saying something and his first glance was enough to accelerate my heart.
It was quite clear by this time that this boy was highly attracted to me, and his eyes were making me insane, madly desirable. I had never talked to him and in fact I had been avoiding him all past months and years. Now it was quite different.
That day when his friends were with him, they met me at lunch, yelling, "Hey Jonathan, it's your girl! It's your girl!"
I could not say anything; I just pretended that I did not hear anything. He told them to shut up, red faced. I felt bad for him, the way his buddies teased him. From what I had seen he didn't stand up to them enough. Well, maybe he was rather immature, even for a freshman. But right then I was so drunk, I nearly tripped over the curb as I stepped over it. I wanted to say something to him, but the silence was deafening. I started crying again, saying how I hated my ex-boyfriend and how my life sucked.
Jonathan was in a different mood and he said, “You are better off without him.”
"Is it so?" I asked.
"This one is not your type, you deserve better than that."
"It is so nice of you Jonathan!" I exclaimed, fawning (my usual drunk line: "You're so nice!").
We walked, rather, ambled in the moonlight and I studied her eyes, very deep mesmerizing eyes. My drunken state was not hidden from him and I wanted to know what he was thinking about me. May be he had some plans of taking me to bed but before that he had never tried that, for he knew that I was always with my boyfriend.
Suddenly, I found it difficult to maintain my balance and I leaned on his shoulder and said, “Jonathan, you are so nice, I mean, really kind and quite helpful.”
The boy was not only handsome but also very soft spoken and well mannered. He awkwardly put his arm around me, whispering, "Don't cry," to me as we tried to continue walking while I was nearly backward, my arms still around him as I clung to him desperately. I continued crying until we reached my house.
He seemed to be hesitant while he was standing at my doorstep as I tried to unlock the door and undo the security system at the same time. I'm sure he didn't know what to do, if he should listen to his common sense that was telling him I would laugh at him hysterically and tell him to get lost if he asked to come in, or whether to go with his primal urges and stay around. I wondered if he could ignore the bulge I had felt in his pants as I had clung to him, my seventeen year-old body pressing against his. I wondered if I could ignore it.
The door having been opened, I requested him to come in, and he obediently followed me inside the house.
"It is so dark, I am really scared,” I leaned on his arm.
"Don’t be scared, it is all right," he whispered, his hand moved towards my hand as I grabbed his clumsily and pulled him in. The door closed behind us and we were emerged in darkness.
I could not wait anymore and I pulled him to my bedroom. His hold on my hand felt as if he were not sure whether he should follow me. I could hear his rapid breathing over the soft sounds of his tennis shoes on the hall carpet. Thank God, my parents were out of town that weekend.
"I think no one is in there, but still just see if anybody is in there," I ordered, pushing him into my room as I hung back in the hallway, still crying.
"Nobody is in there, I am sure;” he started to protest.
"Still, just check it," I whined.
Like an obedient disciple, he went in and turned on my light.
He carefully moved his eyes from one corner of the room to another, taking in everything instantly: from the box on my floor filled with picture frames and miscellaneous junk left over from my relationship with Raymond, to my stuffed animals on the shelf, and finally to my double bed with the soft pillows and down comforter. His eyes stopped dead at the bed, and he swallowed. I wondered if he'd fantasized about my bed before, me sleeping in it, himself being in it, maybe about making love to me under its covers.
Now it was my turn to walk past him to switch on the brighter light.
Having seated myself on my bed, I held my head with my both hands and whispered, “My God, I was absolutely drunk.”
For a very long time, I sat like that as Jonathan stared at me, but finally I heard his low voice stammer, "Shall I make a move now? Are you all right? Do you want me to go now?"
He was standing in the doorway, waiting for my response but I was not ready to let him go like that. I mean, I really wanted him then and there.
"No, please don’t go. Come here, come to me,” I said to him. He walked over to me slowly, swallowing. He sat on the bed next to me. He was so nervous. He rubbed his palms on his thighs--was he sweating? He was such a quiet guy; I wondered what he was thinking...
"Will you be going back to Daisy's?" (Daisy was my best friend whose house the party at been at; Jonathan was friends with her little brother Michael, which was how he got to a senior party in the first place).
"I am not sure," he said. "Michael was getting with some girl earlier and I'm not sure he wants me to still spend the night. I might just go home, it's not that far." "But it's so cold!" I exclaimed, looking at him like he was the bravest guy in the world.
As he sat down, I noticed his bulge. He was quite shy but my eyes were fixed at him. I stood up suddenly, and he immediately stood up too. I walked around to the end of my bed, where I paused, not remembering what I was looking for or where I had been going. He followed me and stood closely next to me as I began laughing drunkenly, incoherently exclaiming about how funny it was that I didn't know what I had been going to get.
His smile was the most pleasing thing at that moment. His beautiful eyes were still studying my face. The blue of his exotic eyes disturbed me and I don’t know what overpowered me and I made a move. I grabbed his jacket and laughed hysterically into his shoulder. I put my arms around him and snuggled close to him. It felt so good to be held. I could feel his heart pounding.
I did not want to leave him and I smiled back. I wanted to be very close to him. My smile faded, and his eyes grew panicky as I just looked at him. I rose up on my tip toes and kissed him gently on the mouth. He sucked in air rapidly; God, I thought the boy was going to hyperventilate. I didn't pull back though, and he began to kiss me back. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue in to touch his. My arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders while we kept kissing. His hands slid down my back, bravely resting on my ass.
There were tremors in my depths and I knew that I had to have him right there, yes, I wanted to make love to him. I wanted him, but should I? I pulled away again, and slid my hands down his hard chest as he stared at me.
"My dear, Jonathan," I whispered in his ear. "Have you ever made love before?"
He was not ready for this straight forward question and he shook his head, not looking me in the eye, as he hung his head. Oh, I thought, he's embarrassed about his virginity! My heart swelled. I began kissing him again, his neck and his ear while he breathed out in a rush.
"I want you to make love to me tonight," I pleaded in a whisper. "Jonathan, please make love to me."
"I will, yes, I will do," he whispered back.
"It is so sweet, yes." I kissed him again, then began slowly undressing him, unbuttoning
his shirt and pulling it off while I kissed the soft white skin of his chest. My tongue licked his hard nipple.
Those first moments of kissing lying on the bed were really divine. Eager, and probably not knowing exactly what he was supposed to do, he practically tried to enter me before we were even completely undressed.
"Wait for a while, there is no hurry," I said gently. "Not yet... Not that yet." I gently pushed him off me, and got him on his back. First I kissed his mouth, and his ears, and his neck. I licked both his nipples, and lay my head down on his muscular chest as it heaved up and down rapidly. Kneeling next to him on the bed while I leaned over him, he stared up at me, touching my face softly, and I returned his stare. My fingers lightly ran over his ribs, and I kissed each one.
I was an expert and I knew every move of the art of sex, and slowly moving my mouth, teasing, I stuck my tongue in his belly button and he groaned, knowing I'm sure the direction I was headed in and what I was after. I kissed the baby fine hairs below his navel. They ran in a streak down into his jeans. My lips traveled all over his stomach, and his hips. I finished unbuttoning his jeans, and he lifted up so I could pull them off. His hard cock, juices dripping out, stuck out of the hole of his wet underwear. Odd thought, I wondered if his mother folded her son's underwear. I wondered what she would think if she could see him now...
His strong thighs were spread and I moved between them. He was positively shaking, his hands fumbling about on the bed by his sides. He is inexperienced, I thought. I crawled back up, supporting myself above him, and kissed him again.
"Do you like it? I think it feels great," I whispered as I looked into his eyes. "Yeah?"
Without saying a single word, he nodded.
Now it was my turn to touch his face very gently, to feel him to get to know him well physically in those moments of heat and excitement, and I smiled at him in the dim light. I smoothed his hair back on his forehead while he swallowed. I kissed him again. He touched my hair too, and nodded again, reassuring me. I went back down. His underwear off completely, I began teasing him as his breathing became even more coarse and rapid. I began licking his thighs, and then kissing his pubic hair as his cock rubbed in my long hair. He stared at me, his eyes glassy. I kept massaging his thighs and running my tongue through his pubic hair. He groaned. I knew I was driving him crazy. I looked up at him; our eyes locked. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, begging me for more. I continued kissing his thighs, then moved my head up and let my tongue slightly touch his warm balls. He gasped, his hips jerking up. I swallowed one of his balls while he moaned, "Oh my God..." I slid my tongue up the length of his long hard dick. I swirled it around, and slid it back down to his heavy balls. I gently took one into my mouth and sucked it a little. I played with his balls with my mouth, my lips around them, licking them in the sack. Then I tongued the underside of his dick's head, and he groaned. I licked it up and down. All the while he was whimpering like a baby.
I did not want to waste even a second now and I wanted to move forward, so I finally took the swollen head into my mouth and sucked it, hard. He cried out. I rubbed his shaft with my hands while his hands gripped my head, his fingers running through my hair. I took the whole thing into my mouth and began pumping, sucking his dick rapidly. His hips began slowly rocking, bucking to meet my mouth instinctively. I glanced up at him without letting go of my prize. His head was thrown back on the pillow, his eyes closed and his mouth open. His hip thrusts became faster, sticking his cock into my throat and nearly gagging me while he gripped my head. My God, I thought, he's fucking my mouth. His whimpering became louder and he started to yell while I sucked faster, as fast as I could.
"It is so wonderful, oh my god, oh my god," he yelled, as his whole body stiffened. "Julia!" he gasped faintly as his sperm exploded into my mouth and down my throat. His hips were lifted off the bed completely as he tried desperately to get as deep as he could. He came so much I couldn't handle it all and it seeped out of the corners of my mouth.
"Yes, do it my dear, do it faster, yes, it feels so good!" he grunted. With one final "Unngghh!" he collapsed on the bed and tried to catch his breath. I looked up at him from between his sweaty thighs and saw his facial expression.
I was sure that he was really in heaven of delight.
His cum tasted good and I wanted to eat the whole. I licked the rest of Jonathan's cum off of his dick. I wondered if he would leave now that he had cum. I hoped he wouldn't. He liked me, I knew that, but I didn't know how much. Or what it meant to him. Maybe he just thought I was pretty or something.
Then I slowly moved close to him and adjusted myself next to him in the bed. I put my head on his chest and hugged him while he stroked my hair. I kissed his pecs and rubbed his shoulders. I held him to me for awhile, then I lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling. I wondered what he would do. He looked over at me first, then leaned over and kissed me. He began kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. He was too rough at first, squeezing my nipples and kneading my tits, pinching them, fascinated with the new toys I had presented him with. I gasped in pain and he looked pleased, probably thinking I was in pleasure. The darling boy was so eager to please. I pushed his hands away and he looked at me, questioningly. "No, you're being too rough," I said. I looked down at myself.
"Aren’t my breasts pretty, Jonathan?"
"Yes. They are very beautiful...” he said.
"Do you want to kiss and suck them again?" I looked in his blue eyes.
Jonathan looked down at my body. He started by gently tonguing my nipples and kissing my chest all over, and then began sucking on them. His hand explored my cunt, and he inserted a couple of fingers in, exclaiming how wet I was. I gasped aloud and moaned when his tough fingers found my clitoris, and he quickly looked up in surprise.
"Do you like that?" he asked in delight. "Oh Jonathan, yes," I moaned.
"Do you want me to suck here?" he asked, curious, rubbing my clit.
"Yes, please don’t stop, yes, that is the point, do it hard, carry on, please!"
I was enjoying his movements very much because he was like a child following the commands of his mistress who was guiding him everywhere in the mysteries of her body. Happy where he was, he continued sucking my breasts and finger fucking me while his thumb rolled over my clit. Spreading my legs apart, I gently pushed him lower. I lifted one knee up. He stared at me, maybe nervous about being inexperienced. But he set his mind up to go for it. His hard cock stuck out like a pole from his belly as he repositioned himself between my legs. I gasped in pleasure as his wet mouth attached itself to my quivering cunt. His tongue slipped in to my vagina and explored my insides. Armed with his new information, he didn't neglect my clitoris, but instead worshipped it with his tongue and lips. I kept encouraging him with groans and yelps and words.
"That feels so good, Jonathan, yes, my dear Jonathan, keep on doing that, I really love it!" I groaned. "God, Jonathan, don't stop! Don't stop!" It's not like I was in any danger of his going anywhere; he was glued between my open thighs, happily eating his first pussy.
His sucking was overpowering me and I did not want to stop him. Pretty soon the room began to spin. "Ohh, I'm cumming I'm cumming!" I shrieked while every nerve in my body danced. I shook all over and grabbed his head and pushed it into me. He looked a little alarmed, but extremely pleased with himself, which drove me crazy.
I was at the peak of excitement Physical sensations were irresistible and my heart rate, pounding in my ears, slowed as my orgasm subsided. He continued eating me, making me horny again. Besides, I'm insatiable when I'm drunk. I noticed he was absentmindedly stroking his virgin dick while his tongue plunged into my cunt. I motioned for him to move up. He scrambled up next to me and began kissing me. I spread my legs apart and whispered in his ear, "Jonathan, put it in me..."
He did not waste even a single second and he was on top of me in a flash, after all, from what I knew about guys, this is what he had been waiting for fifteen years. This is what he thought of constantly, what every other guy talked about constantly. Heaven awaited him between my spread thighs. With one arm supporting him, the other gripped the head of his swollen cock which he aimed at my dripping box. He searched for the entrance, then eased in the head. He then shoved the entire length in while we both gasped in pleasure. He lay on top of me, and thrust his dick in deeper, banging against my cervix while I cried out in pain. My sweaty thighs gripping his hips, he pumped a few times more, but he was too excited. In his innocence and extreme excitement he pulled out completely and got off center.
"My god, I can’t hold now, I think I am ready to cum, yes I am cumming, sweet heart," he gasped into my ear. "Cum, Jonathan, cum!" I whispered back, my head spinning. His hands supporting him while I cradled his head on my shoulders. He frantically tried to get it back into me but failed and shot his hot cum all over my thighs. His voice wavered as he let out a cry, and completely withdrawn out of me, he desperately began humping my slippery thighs and pubic mound.
He was enthralled and he collapsed on to me. I held him in my arms and began kissing him. He pulled away, and didn't look me in the eye as he whispered, "I'm sorry," and looked down between us at the mess. "I know, I came too soon," he said sadly, "I'm sorry..."
I knew that he was in that mood which could be compared to the mood of a child who had got his desired toy. My stomach leapt to my throat as I thought of how sensitive he was being of me and my needs, how desperate to please me he was. The thought of him being upset by his perceived lack of a "good" performance made me want to cry. I grabbed his face and made him look at me. "No, don't be sorry," I said. "It was wonderful; I loved it." It was the truth.
His shy smile did not go unnoticed, and he looked again at the sticky mess that we were encased in. He rolled off me and lay on his back staring at the ceiling, still smiling in an embarrassing manner. I told him not to worry about it and grabbed some Kleenex and cleaned us off. "See?" I said. "All gone!"
I moved close to him under the covers and snuggled up. Our rubbing, kissing, and giggling with excitement continued. We lay on our sides facing each other, our hips pressing together. His dick soon stiffened again, poking against me. He grinned at me, then rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I spread my legs and guided it in. I lay on him at first, my breasts pinned against his chest, and fucked him hard. His body was so hard, unbelievable built for a freshman.
Suddenly, I decided that I should ride him. He lay back with a very beautiful smile on his face. I rode him and began to move up and down in very rhythmic movements. I can’t express how much fun I was having with that wonderful boy. He was giving me the pleasure I needed most at that time.
I was sweating but the pleasure was beyond expectations but I wanted to do something more and it was necessary for me. I crawled off of him and lay on my side with my back to his chest. I pulled his glistening dick between my legs. Our hands met down there as both of us together put his long dick into my cunt. He began thrusting into me rapidly from behind, grunting his approval. I led his hands to my clit which he played with, his dick in me all the way. He got me onto all fours and continued fucking me.
"Oh my god, you do it very well in a doggy style, yes, fuck me hard, do you like it?" I laughed, at his initiative. "You like doggy style!"
"Yes, it feels so nice, your round and soft hips are so nice to touch and fuck," he grunted at me. I banged him backwards, meeting each of his thrusts and drowning in pleasure. He massaged my ass, gripping my hips and then reaching down with one hand for my clit, his new best friend. I shrieked in pleasure from his fingers manipulating my clit like that. He was a quick learner, that's for certain. He leaned over me, his chest pressed into my back while his arms supported him next to mine. His large hands covered my small ones on the bed, while he kept thrusting his slippery dick into me. He breathed and groaned in my ear. I groaned back, and kept telling him how great he was.
Though I was enjoying that back humping very much, I wanted to change the style. I sat up suddenly, knocking him back into a sitting position on his knees. "Sit, sit," I told him. I sat on him like that, my ass grinding into his groin while my thighs straddled his. He clasped me to him, and held my breasts with one hand while the other went between my legs. I fondled his balls between my thighs and he played with my clit. My head lolled backward on his shoulder as I moaned, and I twisted around and we kissed.
"This is so nice for me. I think I am going to cum again, oh yes, I am cumming," he groaned.
"Please hold on for a while. Don’t cum so early! I want to enjoy it more, please continue," I ordered playfully. "You're not allowed! Jonathan, you're not allowed to come yet!" "Awright, but I'm gonna if you don't hold still," he warned.
Suddenly, I stopped my movements and stayed still for a while. He didn't move a muscle, and in fact he was holding his breath. I almost started to laugh, but he was gripping my body so tightly I could barely breathe myself. He let his breath out, and said okay.
Then once again I started rocking him back and forth. It was too much for me, his fingers pressed into my clit and rubbing it around, plus his hard dick lodged into me, all made me cum again.
"This is fantastic, boy, yes, do it hard, Yes!" I breathed. "I'm cumming, Jonathan you're making me cum again you fucker! OooOOOOooh!" "No, you're not allowed, not allowed to at all!" he joked.
Everything around me seemed to be moving in circles and I was in the world of pleasure, a divine state. I was laughing loudly and I knew that he enjoyed it too.
Our combined laughing hysterically and cumming at the same time, was unbelievable. I ground my hips into him violently, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of it that I could. He groaned loudly as my vagina spasmed several times, clenching his dick tightly. I breathed hard, spent.
Those moments of love and fund continued for a while but then I felt that he was getting tired too. Exhausted, and teasing a little, I got off him and fell on my back on the bed, covering my eyes with my forearm and crossing my legs at the ankles. "That was great Jonathan, really great..." I murmured, moving my arm a little so I could see him. Jonathan still sat on the end of the bed, his swollen dick pulsating up and down, still needing me desperately. The look on his face was partial panic, not knowing whether I was done with him or not, and partial amusement, knowing I was teasing him.
His smile was the most attractive thing at that time. I removed my arm completely and, raising my knees up, smiled at him. "Come here!" I said, holding my arms out to my boy. "Come here..."
He held his rod and suddenly thrust it into me once again, this time with my raised legs over his shoulders. We kissed passionately, our wet mouths open and our tongues prying in and intertwining, while his hips bucked, his cock in me so deep. He thrust again and again.
His fast breathing suggested that he was in the state of extreme pleasure because his breating became even more rapid and he cried out as he shot jets of his sperm into me. He groaned and kept thrusting faster and faster, gasping, then eventually slower, and slower, until finally he fell out and we just lay holding each other, spent. He kissed me. "I love you," he whispered, his eyes shining.
I was much wiser than Jonathan, older and wiser and perhaps knew a lot more about love than him. But, at that moment, held tightly in his arms, I loved him too, desperately. I had to. "I love you too..." I told him.
Jonathan grinned at me and kissed me again.
Chapter 1
When Jonathan entered his house, he was relieved to know that his parents were not at home. His little sisters sat in the living room watching cartoons, still in their pajamas. Tired, and happier than he could ever remember being, he went up to his bedroom and lay on his bed, still in the clothes he had worn yesterday to school. Yesterday seemed so long ago. Lying on his stomach, he tried to remember last night. He tried to remember what it felt like, his dick in her, her mouth around it. His dick throbbed against the bed. He closed his eyes and smiled. He had made her cum. She had told him to come over tonight too. He wanted her so bad, not just to have sex with, but really wanted her. He needed her. He thought about her constantly, had from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. She wasn't with Raymond anymore. She had told him she hated him. He had also seen it in her eyes last night when Raymond came over to the party, trying to convince her to come back to him. She threw his ring away. She flushed it down the toilet in front of everyone. Could this really be happening? Was she finally his? he wondered sleepily, still smiling.
It was past mid day when he opened his eyes in the afternoon. The sun was directly pouring into his room through the broad window. The phone- was ringing. Why wasn't anybody answering it? he thought in annoyance, then, What if it was Julia? He leapt out of his bed and went running into his parents' room. The machine in the kitchen had already gone on by the time he had picked it up. "Hold on a second," he said, waiting for the announcement to finish. He heard his friend Monty's voice.
The machine went off and he repeated, "Hello?" "What's up?" said Monty.
"Nuthin'," answered Jonathan, disappointed that it wasn't her.
"What are you doin'?"
"Nuthin'!"
"Oh."
"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked.