SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE
SEX STORIES
BOXED SET:
Pleasure Diaries
& Sexcapades
by
JEN ASHTON
BOOKS BY JEN ASHTON
Goddess On The Go:
A Guidebook to Becoming Irresistible
Adonis On The Go:
A Guidebook to Becoming Irresistible
My Teenage Heart
Turds in the Punch Bowl
SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS
The Pleasure Diaries:
Six Sinfully Delicious Stories Volumes 1, 2, 3
Guilty Pleasures:
3 Pleasure Diaries in One
Sexcapades:
Six Sizzling Short Stories Volume 1, 2, 3
Sexy Tales
3 Sexcapades in One
Simply Irresistible Sex Stories Boxed Set
Pleasure Diaries and Sexcapades
Instant Erotica
Six Perfectly Pleasurable Stories Volumes 1, 2, 3
Instant Pleasure
3 Instant Eroticas in One
Monstrous Love
Six Tales of Pleasure and Peril
Between the Sheets
Erotica for Couples
Tempting Her
Lipstick Lesbian Stories
Strange Sex
18 One Night Stands
Into the Night
Paranormal Sex Stories
Jen Ashton’s Big Book of Sex
Criminal Lust
Stories of Crime and Passion
ANTHOLOGIES
Sweet Seductions
Dark Romances
Any Time. Any Place
Volumes 1, 2
Simply Irresistible Sex Stories by Jen Ashton
Published by Jen Ashton at Smashwords
Copyright © 2010 by Jen Ashton
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
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Dedication
For J.R and his wonderful ideas.
Author’s Note
This collection is my way of offering an opportunity to my readers to possess all of their guilty pleasures in one book. I have compiled three volumes of my bestselling series, The Pleasure Diaries, as well as my Sexcapades trilogy into one scintillating anthology for you. I appreciate your continued readership and support in all my endeavors. Enjoy.
~ Jen Ashton
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SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE SEX STORIES:
HOTEL CALIFORNIA
It was mid afternoon when I walked through the gold-framed glass doors of the hotel lobby. The beach breeze whisked up behind me as the doors closed, revealing the white panties I wore under my sundress. I laughed a little to myself as I kept walking, knowing the doorman had caught a glimpse of the curves beneath my clothes. Leaving him in my wake, the sound of my heels on the cultured marble tiles echoed throughout the atrium as I found my way to a garden seat to await my Crush.
My body heat rising with anticipation, I could feel the cold marble under me cooling my thighs and penetrating my panties. A chill crept across my tan skin as I crossed my legs and the crease between them steamed the surface of the bench below me. I was on fire! Thoughts of him kept my heart racing and my body temperature on a steep ascent.
There I sat, surrounded by flowers and palms, wearing a yellow mini-sundress and heels, my hair spilling down over my shoulders; and he walked in. Tall, lean and muscular, devilishly handsome, and mine for the taking! I could hardly disguise my smitten smile as he gazed upon me; a subtle, yet lustful stare as our eyes met and locked onto each other. The chemistry between our bodies was pulling us toward one another as I stood up to greet him and he increased his pace to get to me. In one fail swoop I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up and spun us around. There was no time for "hello" as I cradled his face in my hands and sensually licked his lips, wetting them for the kiss to come.
He pulled away gently and looked into my eyes inquisitively. I knew, without words, his question. I reached down and slowly removed a room key from my cleavage, biting my bottom lip in naughty anxiousness. He smirked, moaned slightly under his breath to make me aware of his arousing thoughts, and squeezed my thighs under my dress with the manly hands he was holding me with.
Though I wanted to give myself to him right there in the lobby, we composed ourselves briefly for the short walk to the elevators. I took his hand and led the way, making sure he was watching my legs, my ass, my hips; the way they move for him. I wanted him to know that every inch of skin beneath my dress awaited his touch, his tongue. I glanced back, peering over my shoulder at him to assure he read the message in my walk, and by the way he licked his lips, I knew he did.
When we arrived in the elevator corridor, there were several other guests waiting. We slid past them with guilty grins and got cozy in a corner. He stood behind me, both of us facing forward watching the lights above both elevator doors. His strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me in toward him, pressing my body firmly against his. As curious eyes gazed upon me from the crowd, I attempted to maintain a straight face and rhythmic breathing. He held tight to one hip as he slid his other hand down and under my dress from behind. His hand felt cool as it grazed against my warm skin. I sighed with nervous excitement while he pressed his fingers against my throbbing lips, stroking me gently and soaking my panties.
I knew the people surrounding us were getting uncomfortably suspicious. I was flushed in the face and pushing my body back firmly with my ass tilted slightly upward. I gasped as he pinched my panties and pulled them to the side, sliding his fingers inside me. I could feel my wetness saturate his skin and creep down my thigh. But with all eyes on me, all I could do was smile and very discretely press my ass into his erect manhood protruding from his jeans.
Ding
The elevator door opened and the crowd feverishly shuffled in. We decided to wait for the next one. But as they all turned to face forward, peering out the door as it slowly closed, I reached back and placed my hand on his bulging package for all to see. Some eyes widened in disbelief, some looked down in denial of what they saw. I laughed aloud! I was so turned on, so hot, so wet! The door closed, our audience had gone, and I turned to him. I stared into his eyes, took his wet fingers in my hand and drew them to my lips. With a mischievous smirk, I slid them into my mouth. He moaned quietly as I watched his body go limp with surrender.
Ding
Just as the door opened, I was pushed hastily backward into the elevator and pressed against the mirrored wall. His body entangled around mine. He placed one hand up under my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling my lips to his. His other hand was caressing my face firmly, holding my chin up toward him. His passion for me was telling in his kiss. I gave into him, making love to him with my mouth, and the doors closed behind us.
As soon as we were alone, he hoisted me up, pushed me against the mirror and pressed 8. His hand around my waist to support me, he reached down with the other. Lifting my sundress, he tore my wet, white panties to the side, exposing me. He fucked me with his eyes momentarily as I unfastened his jeans. I was panting with desire. I thought he would take me then, but as I placed his phallus in my bare hand, he pulled away to look at me again. I was squirming with lustful anticipation, pulsating and ready to conquer him.
He kissed me hard and spun me around. My face pressed against the mirror, he pulled my hips back toward him and bent me forward. He pulled my dress up over my back, peeled my panties down to mid thigh, and spread me open for him. His fingers prepped me, moistening and glazing the path for what awaited me.
My hair was everywhere, sticking to my face, and the mirror, from the steam our bodies had already produced in this small encasement. I could hardly see anything, but I wanted to watch him take me. I pushed a few strands aside to catch a glimpse in the mirror of his rock hard body approaching me from behind. I could feel him nearing me. I wanted him so badly! I was dripping with excitement! The soft skin of his head sailed between my wet lips as they kissed him. I took in a deep breath, braced myself for him to thrust himself inside me, and…
Ding
He quickly reached back to pull the STOP button before the doors opened. I grabbed his wrist in haste to deter him. With his full attention returned to me momentarily, I removed the room key from my brassiere to remind him that we could continue our escapade in the bedroom. I nodded intently to see if he would agree, and as we both broke sheepish grins the commitment had been made without a word.
The doors slowly opened as I resituated my dress and discretely pulled my panties down around my ankles, sliding them over my heels. He had fastened his jeans and exited the elevator ahead of me, never noticing. He peered around the corner and turned back to lead me. As we began walking down the hallway toward our room, I took his fingers in mine and pulled them down toward my wet thighs. Upon our arrival to room 813, he slid the keycard and I simultaneously slid his hand up under my dress to feel my bare body. Quickly spinning around to see where my panties had disappeared to, he was greeted with a sexy smile and my soaking wet, white cotton panties dangling from my forefinger.
We fell into the room and slammed the door shut. I was practically crawling toward the bed as he tore at me like a rabid beast. He had me panting and clawing at the comforter like sexual prey pretending to make an escape from his primal urges, losing my shoes in the process. As I lifted myself up, I flung myself around and threw my wanton body atop the bed. There he stood before me; his athletic build, his pulsating muscles, his boyish good looks. His white tee was stained with sweat from the elevator and his brow was glistening. He stared right into my eyes as he peeled his shirt from his moist skin and lifted it up over his head. It dropped to the floor like lead. The sound of the buttons on his jeans popping one by one echoed in my ears as he slowly began to reveal himself to me. The lines of his hips angled downward like a perfect arrow, leading to my pot of gold!
He laid himself on top of me; his weight like a warm blanket, anchoring me to the bed. He drew his hands to my face, caressing my cheeks and singing to me with his eyes. I knew how badly he wanted to fuck me. I squirmed beneath him as he began to kiss me gently and lift my dress. Our skin melted together like amber waves of flesh blowing in the wind and rain. He teased my yearning pussy by exploring her crease with the head of his penis and then pulling away. He was testing her like a timid kitten; petting her gently and then backing away, waiting to see if she will come to him.
Clenching the bed sheets with one hand and his firm ass in the other, I kept pulling him in closer. I was writhing in ecstasy beneath his grip, open and ready to receive him. I was moaning with anticipation as he mercilessly penetrated my throbbing pussy in one solid stroke. Consumed by the pleasure of finally feeling him within my swollen embrace, I screamed in rapture and came all over him. My soaking tight grip around his pulsating cock lent him to absolute submission. His body shuttered and his arms weakened and waivered. I rolled over on top of him, straddling him like a prized thoroughbred stallion.
I fucked him, gliding his manhood in and out of my pink harbor slowly and gently at first. I was teasing him with the sensation of my vaginal walls caving in on him, hugging him tightly and stroking his flesh and ego. I leaned down over him, licked his lips and bit the lower one slightly. I grazed my cheek against his five o’clock shadow as I traveled to his ear. My breath steamy and voice sultry, I whispered, “I want to make you cum…”
I sat up, grabbed his chest for traction, dug my fingernails into his skin and rode him. I amped up the speed like a mechanical bull, bucking and rearing as he held my hair like the reins. The sweat was dripping down my back and the crack of my ass onto him, providing extra lubrication between our bodies. The sound of my skin smacking against his was rhythmic and motivating.
Tap…tap…tap, as my body would rise and my hips would come crashing down onto his groin.
His soft head like a miner’s helmet lead the way as his stiff shaft penetrated me over and over again. I could feel him getting harder and harder. His moans were deeper and more frequent. His hands were everywhere; gripping my hips, clenching my ass, pulling me down by my shoulders, pinching my nipples. He was becoming erratic and desperate to hold on. With every stroke, the pressure was mounting within both of us. I was ready for round two, and he was ready to burst!
My body began to quiver with excitement. I was throbbing inside and seeping all over him as I tried to hold it in. My warm constriction around his member was more than he could bear as he exploded with passion, ending our escapade with a simultaneous orgasm. Our bodies quaked in the aftershocks of lustful gratification and I fell to the bed next to him. Smiling and gasping for a breath, he reached over and removed my hair from my face.
I laughed, still panting, and said, “Thank you.”
He nodded discerningly with a sexy smirk and said, “No, thank you!”
THE END
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THE COUNTER ENCOUNTER
We pulled up under the street lamp in front of my apartment building a little after midnight. The soft yellow luminescence from the light trickled in through the dark tint of his Mercedes’ window onto the passenger seat where I sat and highlighted the shimmer on my legs. This was the close of a wonderful date. Overall, the night had been a success in my book; simply delightful. Summer was just around the corner, I was wearing my favorite empire-waist dress, and we had spent the evening at an outdoor lounge under the stars. We sipped wine and engaged in conversation deeper than a wading pool. He made me laugh, and staring into those gorgeous brown Italian eyes all night was exactly what this warm-blooded American girl had ordered!
“I like the sparkle on your legs,” he whispered, as he leaned over toward me and kissed my neck.
“You noticed.” I replied softly, yet inquisitively.
I tucked my neck in a bit and giggled with a bashful disposition. He placed his hand on my thigh to assure me that he did, and a cool chill of nervous anticipation ran up my spine and through every vein in my body. I shifted my hips and uncrossed my legs momentarily. I paused, then slowly slid my foot up one leg and subtly crossed it over again to show off the shimmer I had applied earlier just for him.
“I’ll walk you up,” he uttered as he kissed my cheek and turned away to get out of his car and come around to let me out.
He opened my car door and let in spring’s brisk finale. The wind swept in and tousled my hair about as he lent his hand to assist me. My summer dress rippled in the evening breeze, revealing the length of my legs, from my ankles to above the hemline where my panties should be.
“I’ll get your coat,” he said as he reached into the car to retrieve it, and then placed it over my shoulders to shield me from the wind. With his arm around me, I was escorted to the front door of my building.
He took me in his arms under the porch light. I felt so safe there within his masculine embrace. I nestled into his neck and began kissing and nibbling the skin under his collar. He smelled unbelievably sensual like a mixture of fresh rain and vanilla extract. He reached up through my hair and clenched it in his hands firmly to suggest I had touched a weak spot, and then pulled me in closer. His other hand reached underneath my three-quarter length trench and traveled up my thigh. His manly fingers against my smooth skin gave me goose bumps. I nearly lost my balance as his fingers crept up between my legs from behind and slid into me.
A couple walked by on the sidewalk near us. “I hope they can’t see anything,” I snickered.
“Don’t worry, I think your coat is long enough,” he replied with a smile that only a confident bad boy could pull off.
Drowning in the sienna sea of his eyes, I gave into temptation and asked, “Would you like to come up?”
He spoke softly in my ear with his accent as he squeezed my ass, “When you look like a flower…smell like a flower…and move like a flower…how could I resist?”
He led me through the door by the small of my back like a perfect gentleman, down the corridor, and to the elevator. Once inside, he knelt down and caressed my leg with his hands. He cradled my calf and gazed upon my leg adoringly. Lifting my foot to examine it strapped inside my stiletto, he placed the heel of my shoe in the palm of his hand like presenting it on a pedestal. Leaning down to kiss the top of my foot, he complimented my choice.
“By the way, I love your shoes, Madame.”
My brow arched and a smirk grew across my lips. I presumed I knew what he was leaning toward, but wanted to hear him say it. I had been waiting all night for him to worship me like a Goddess. He followed his flattering remark with an ultra suave proposal.
“I suggest I start from the bottom and work my way up!”
The elevator door opened and I fumbled for my keys. He stood up and took my face in his hands, gently kissing my lips. His kisses were flawless; his tongue like a majestic wave dancing in the moonlight of my mouth. The ebb and flow of this corporeal exchange left no language barrier between me and this hunk of an Italian Casanova. His kiss spoke of passion, of desire, of his ability to take control with subtle firmness or relinquish and submit when necessary. It was a tasteful, yet delicate, dance of two souls harmonizing together in their native tongues.
I somehow managed to find my keys and slip the key into the lock. The door opened and he pushed me backward into my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. We found ourselves locking lips in my kitchen as he removed my coat from my shoulders and paused to look around and get his bearings. Eyeing the countertop, he feverishly seized me and lifted me up by my hips with his laborer’s hands, then set my supple ass on the cold granite. He cradled me in his arm to lay me down while simultaneously clearing the counter of anything in our path.
I could’ve closed my eyes in sheer ecstasy at that point and waited for him to devour me like a feast set out for dinner, but rather, I watched him. He stood in my kitchen before me; average height, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, and definitely handsome. The light from the stove reflected the salt and pepper grays just above his ears, distinguishing his maturity amongst the dark brown waves in his hair. His eyes lit up the room, or at least my libido! He had this savvy sexuality exuding from his persona as he slowly removed his tie. He unbuttoned his collar to reveal his chest, as one by one the buttons told a story of his masculinity. His pecks were tan and firm, with a patch of hair between that traveled down his stomach like a tributary leading to the great basin. His abs were taut and rigid like a washboard that I fantasize doing my dirty laundry on. He peeled his dress shirt from his biceps just before tossing it onto the dining room table.
He came in for another kiss, leaning his body over me and pulling out my tits. He looked up at me, smiled in boyish delight and then headed south to my heels. He bypassed the removal of my stilettos and kissed one ankle, then the other. He ran his tongue up my leg, stopping momentarily to kiss my knee. He licked my thigh, starting from my knee and working his way up and in. His strong hands were holding my hips, and as he worked his shoulders between my legs, he slowly began to press them out and open.
I was quivering from my very core. The intensity of his stare, the sensation of his touch, both had me in submission to his power over me. His eyes were fixated on me. He wanted me to watch as he lifted my dress and marveled over his dessert. I lifted my legs and brought my feet to the counter. He ripped off my dress and there I lay; my naked, pulsating body steaming atop the cold, hard granite countertop, shoes still secured to my feet.
I grasped the faucet head above me to brace myself as he spread me open with his fingers and began to make love to my throbbing lips with his mouth. He stroked my labium with passionate precision as though he were an artist, painting the perfect picture of his favorite muse. He fucked me with his tongue, penetrating me repetitively to stimulate my feminine juices. He consumed my pussy like a grown man eats his pie; savoring each delectable bite until it melts in his mouth and he is ready for more.
My heels were digging into the counter, and I was squealing and moaning at the top of my lungs. The more I yelped in ecstasy, the more passionate and tenacious he became. His technique was unwavering and sent me into orgasmic shock, releasing my warmth and wetness into his mouth and dripping down his face. After holding my trembling body until I held still, he came up for air. Circling his fingers around his lips, he pushed the excess moisture from his face onto his tongue. I wanted to taste myself in his mouth. I pulled him up to me and licked my love liquor off his lips and kissed him fervently.
I reached down and unzipped his dress pants to expose his manhood. It’s true what they say about Italians, his phallus was a sizably perfect monument of sexuality to be viewed and used for my pleasure. I unwrapped the rest of his package and then he slid me down and flipped me over, bending me over the edge of the counter.
He approached me from behind, slipped the head of his penis between my ass cheeks and whispered in my ear, “I did take lessons in seduction, Lover.”
He pressed my face into the granite. I could see my breath advance and retreat on the cold surface with every gasp as he took me there in my kitchen. The length of his cock gliding in and out of me fueled my inner fire. His body maneuvered like a piston working to exert the fluid pressure mounting within each of us. Our bodies oscillated in unison as I took every inch of him inside me. I could feel his scrotum slapping my ass when he thrust forward. Slap! The sound was invigorating because I was able to gage the amount of energy he was expending as he gave himself to me.
He turned me over, inserted his cock once again and wrapped my legs around his waist. I locked my stilettos together behind his back and draped my arms around his neck as he carried me to the balcony. I never lost my grip on him. He resumed fucking me outside while my moans echoed through the courtyard and beyond. We had a perfect view of the Hollywood sign and a front row seat to Los Angeles’ busy nightlife.
I loved the way he clenched my skin with lustful intentions. He took my breasts in his mouth; licking them, sucking them, kissing them. He was worshipping every inch of my body and I had not yet reciprocated the pleasure of satisfying him in such ways. I wanted to please him now more than anything.
The neighbor’s lights turned on and I knew we hadn’t much time before we would be putting on a show for the community. I nodded toward the other sliding glass door that led to my bedroom and insinuated that we recommence on the bed.
We moved into my bedroom hastily and I threw him on the bed. “Take it a little easy on me,” he laughed, “I want to last awhile.”
I gazed upon my prey with playful eyes and slid down his muscular body until my face pressed against his stomach. I kissed him just below his belly button, and then followed my instincts downward, creating a path with my tongue. I licked the tender skin around his groin, making him sigh in anticipation just before I took him in my mouth. I held his cock in my hand, stroking it up in a circular motion until my fingers met my mouth, then repeating in the opposite direction as I swallowed his head and shaft. While rotating up and down his perfectly sculpted erection, I used my tongue to stimulate his sensitive helmet, teasing the rim and throwing him into a frenzy.
His eyes were closed and his moans were like a bear’s soft growls; deep and muffled. His arms were raised and I could see him gripping the pillow above. His hips moved with the motion of my mouth; in and out, up and down. I paid homage to his free-standing temple like a devoted disciple who longed to prove her dedication by way of physical pleasure, and he praised me for doing so. My adoration for his phallus was unparalleled by any sensation he had yet encountered. My mouth became the safe harbor for which his ship would dock and unload.
He brought his hands down and held my head passionately, running his fingers through my hair. I wanted to please him, to tease him, to taste him. His rock-hard shaft was bursting at the seams. I kept fondling his head with my tongue, wrapping it around the rim and stroking its length. I sealed my lips around him as I took all of him in my mouth. Creating suction, I then began to speed up my revolving vacuum with eager expectancy.
I could feel the pressure within him building as he moaned and squirmed beneath me, “I’m going to cum…”
He exploded in my mouth as I drank his passion cocktail. He tasted like the warm, salty air of a Mediterranean vacation. I inhaled him as though he was the freshest breath of clean air I had ever breathed in, and then peered up into his eyes. Those caramel colored eyes looked upon me adoringly, sensationally, like a mentor upon his prize-winning protégé. He was proud.
He pulled me up toward him and examined my tanned and toned body as I wrapped it around him. He grazed his fingertips over my skin, tickling my most sensitive spots and making me shutter under his spell. He smiled as he followed the curves of my ass and waist, up my back, to my neck. He laid me upon his chest and held me tight. His pounding heart reverberated through me like music to my ears.
Thump, thump, thump.
I listened as I rose and fell with his every breath. In time, his body became limp and his breaths deep and steady. I smiled inside, kicked off my heels and closed my eyes to fall asleep in the arms of my amore.
THE END
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SWEET SURRENDER
It was ten til eleven when I lit the last candle and slipped into a steamy bath, submerging myself beneath the sugar vanilla bubbles that engulfed my body like quicksand. I pulled my hair up and secured it with a clip, leaned back, and rested my head on the spa pillow. As I lay there watching the shadows dance across the walls and ceiling like a chorus line of long legs and seductive moves, the heat and dim candlelight lent the possibility of rest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could feel my mind beginning to drift into fantasy. Just as my eyelashes met for their night's union and a relaxed sigh left my lips...the doorbell rang.
Who could that be?
I wondered momentarily, but the curiosity couldn’t squander the commitment I had already made to my solitary spa date.
Ding dong.
The chimes continued to echo throughout the house. At first I just ignored it, Murphy is one of my closest companions and he tends to only show when his Law allows. But a second ring raised me to my feet, body steaming with heat and dripping wet, the bubbles slowly crawling down my legs to join their companions in the tub.
Ding dong.
I grabbed a towel and quickly patted myself dry, throwing a camisole over my head and sliding it down over my damp skin on my way down the stairs. Curious as to who might be ringing my bell so late, I peered through the peephole, but saw only a dark shadow looming in the porch light. He was tall and slender, and the rays of light illuminated him from behind so that I could merely see the outline of this strangers face.
I hesitated a moment, removed the clip from my hair, and let my locks uncoil and spill down my back. I turned the lock as its click resonated in the silence that stretched across both sides of my front door. I slowly cracked the door open and was delighted by who I saw standing there in the yellow luminescence before me. It was no stranger at all.
The last time I had seen this stranger was three years ago. We had enjoyed a fun-filled evening frolicking the streets of Venice Beach; laughing, dancing and kanoodling. The night had ended with a passionate first kiss outside a wine bar we had settled into for drinks. He kissed me like an angel, a passionate display of his unfathomable infatuation with me since we were kids. It was the beginning of a new perspective for me. I saw him through different eyes in that moment, but he left me there on the curb that night, too timid to follow through with his childhood fantasy. And now, hundreds of miles away and years later, he appears on my doorstep.
I had not even the time to smile with exhilaration before he invaded my personal space, wrapping one hand around the small of my back and pulling me in closely, momentarily grabbing the back of my neck with his other. I caught a slight smile upon his lips beseeching me just before he took me in his mouth and kissed me obsessively.
I was stunned by the unexpected visit, overwhelmed by emotion and melting in lustful chaos. I gave my tongue to him and pushed my body toward him, clawing at his body as if it pressing against me was still not close enough. My hands were exploring the texture and folds of his jeans as they hugged his muscular frame. My fingers searching for a spot that may make him flinch, I was drowning in sexual desire. I groped his manhood with my palm and embraced it like a long lost friend I hadn’t seen in years.
“Shhh... Don’t say a word,” he muttered as he pressed his finger to my lips. “Just listen.”
I looked upon him inquisitively, unsure what might come next.
Ok, I’m listening.
“I have wanted you for seventeen years,” he whispered into my ear, “and tonight I want to know what it’s like to get what I want.”
I smiled wide to assure him that I was in agreement with his line of thought. I played it cool on the outside, but inside I was so nervous with anticipation. He had asked me not to say anything so I kept quiet all the secrets within that paralleled his years of yearning for me. I, too, had fantasized about him for the greater part of my adult life.
“I am going to tell you everything I’m going to do to you this evening. I want you to relax and enjoy this fine moment that we are about to share.”
Ah… I have been waiting for this for so long. He has no idea.
I nodded in accord and kissed his finger upon my lips. In a sensual transition from listener to seductress, I drew his finger in my mouth and twisted my tongue down its length like I was performing fellatio.
“Good girl.”
No, bad girl. Very bad girl!
I constricted my grip on his package. I could feel him throbbing in my hand, growing and swelling to fruition. The coarse fabric of his True Religion’s against the soft skin of my fingertips was abrasive and unnecessary. I desired skin on skin. I released my clutch and pulled myself in closer, grinding my body against his. The friction of his jeans against the silk of my camisole was fastly heating up. I wanted him, but he was clearly in control of this occasion.
Take me already, you fool!
He kissed me hard and long. Just as I gasped for air between our salivating lips, he began pushing me inside and closed the door behind him. I was giggling under my breath as I was trying not to lose my teeth's grip on his bottom lip, pulling him into my backward steps. He quickly whisked me around and pressed himself into me from behind, pushing me into the living room where he shoved me against the back of the sofa.
I love the way he takes control. He’s more of a man than I remember.
He dug into my hips with his cold fingers and hinted for me to bend over by pressing his thumbs into my lower back in a downward motion. I complied. His curious fingers made their way south to the bottom of my slip and clenched its silk in anxious desperation. In one sweep of sexual tension and yearning interaction, he lifted my clothing from behind, exposing me. I was panting in anticipation as he studied my skin, my curves, my throbbing desire.
“Beautiful.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back toward him forcefully. He crept his mouth to my ear once again and began to narrate his sexual appetite for me.
“I want to look at you, to touch you, to feel you.”
I can’t wait! Please touch me already!
He caressed me gently, grazing my skin with his hands and exploring the dampened crease between my legs.
“This is mine tonight,” he murmured as he applied a little pressure to my outer lips. Then sliding his fingers between them, “I love how wet you are.’
I was trembling. My femininity was on the verge of spilling out of me. He rubbed my legs and hips, always circling back around to feel my moist slit pounding with excitement as he browsed my taut figure for his point of entry.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rumbled. “I am so hard right now. My dick is screaming to escape my jeans and crawl into you.”
He kissed the nape of my neck and my shoulders, then down my back as I arched severely, throwing my ass into the air. He was massaging my peach-colored camisole into my breasts and pushing them together from behind. He slid down by my waist and secured my hips firmly.
“I want to taste you.”
I surrendered my inhibitions and relaxed my vaginal muscles to allow the tidal wave of lust to flow freely.
“Let me please you. I want to feel your swollen lips in my mouth and suck your clit.”
Be my guest, you handsome hunk of a man! I will show you what you missed out on years ago when you had the chance! Do you hear that? It’s my pussy. She is calling your name!
He spread my ass and buried his face between my cheeks, extending his tongue forward to lap up my dripping wet pussy. He worked my clitoris with his fingers and stuck his tongue inside me.
“Your pussy tastes so sweet in my mouth, like a hot slice of fuckberry pie.”
Fuckberry pie? Oh my God! I love the way he talks dirty to me! The way his words unfold from his lips so effortlessly is turning me on!
I quivered in ecstasy. His voice soothed me as he spoke so confidently about his intentions.
“Mmm…I want to be inside you; your tight little pussy. I want you to give it to me.”
His soft hands were kneading my body all over, sending chills throughout my limbs. The thought of embracing his cock within me made me shutter. The reality of his tongue worshipping my pretty pink flora made my knees buckle.
Oh! I am going to cum…
He continued to stroke me, piercing me with his fingers. At first, he was gentle and rhythmic. His enthusiasm to drive me crazy drove him to amplify the tempo, sending me into orgasmic convulsions. My sweet nectar was pouring down his face and hands, and I was begging him to fuck me!
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Please what?” He asked in return.
“Oh my God, please?” I solicited. “Please!” I couldn’t even wrap my brain around any formal request.
He continued to penetrate me harder and faster, asking, “What is it that you want, My Love? You must tell me.”
I reached behind me and lifted him up by his shirt. When I turned around, I witnessed the carnal lust within his eyes as he was about to devour me.
I have to tell him.
“I have wanted this for so long,” I told him. “Please, I need you inside me. Now!”
He stopped breathing for a moment as he realized that his two-decade old dream was about to come true. I could see his heart beating right out of his chest as he finally took in a deep breath and retreated. He stood there staring at me, canvassing my body with his eyes. He gazed upon me adoringly; studying every muscle, every curve of my physique, and then started to smile. I was the prize that he had spent his life preparing to win. I was the trophy at the end of his pursuit, the ribbon at the finish line, and he was on the home stretch. Now was the time to attain his peak performance and go for the gold.
“I have wanted you from the day I first saw you,” he replied. “I have waited all these years just to touch you.”
Sweet music to my ears.
I was blushing; whether from his sincerity, or the fact that I was flushed with desire didn’t matter at that point.
“I have thought about you every night,” he went on. “Every night when I rest my head on my pillow, I dream of sleeping next to you.”
I started to shake inside. His acute regard for me was so much more than I had ever imagined. I had shared in his curiosities, even dreamed of him a great deal, but this was serious.
“I want to be so close to you that it hurts. I want to give you all of me; every inch. I want to be so deep inside you that we don’t know where I end and you begin.”
I stared into his endearing baby blue eyes, connecting with him on an emotion level momentarily. I could read his words without him making another sound. He staked an earnest investment in me by making a sobering confession.
“I have loved you for seventeen years,” he ventured as he lured me in. “Now that I have you here, I am going to show you.”
He turned me around slowly, facing away from him again. He was tender with me this time, speaking sweetly into my neck, “I am going to make love to you tonight.”
It’s happening! It’s finally going to happen! All this anticipation has finally led to our dreams of being together. I have fantasized about this moment, even masturbated to the thought of it. I have always wanted to know this man intimately.
I heard the sound of his zipper slowly being unfastened, and I could feel the heat of him inching toward me from behind. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for everything I had been waiting for since our Venice rendezvous years prior. He had finally come to his senses, and I had come to love him in return. I closed my eyes, and just before I could feel him, his lust, his love, his desire, his wanting, longing, needing...before he could take me in ways I had only imagined...
I was thrust back into reality to find myself still soaking in my bath, alone, and completely breathless.
Damn!
THE END
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HAPPY HOUR
Tuesday afternoon I escaped work early and joined my girlfriend for happy hour on Main Street. I walked through the door of the cantina around two o’clock to partake in our twice a month all-you-can-eat tacos and two-for-one margaritas. I saw my friend sitting at a table near the rear of the establishment and waved to let her know I had identified her amongst the crowded tables. She was a beautiful blonde, stunning and tall; the kind of woman that men trip over themselves after. There she sat, alone, snuggled into a corner table waiting for me to accompany her.
“Hi!” She exclaimed as she stood up to greet me with a hug.
I kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her in return, “Hey girl, you look great!”
She was always dressed so refreshingly seductive. She had on a turquoise mini dress and tan heels, accessorized with sparkling jewelry. She believed in adorning her best at any given moment of the day just in case she met the man of her dreams. I, on the other hand, came straight from work wearing a white dress shirt tucked into my high-waisted black pencil skirt; although I was garnishing a steep pair of black patent stilettos!
“Sit, sit,” she insisted as she patted the seat next to her in the booth, “I ordered for us already!”
We got cozy in the alcove and began to catch up on the week’s gossip. She always has these stories of her latest sexual conquests with Mr. Right Now. She tells me about wild sex and romantic nights with handsome men, both foreign and domestic. Sometimes, I long to be her, so free-spirited and adventuresome.