Fictional Erotic Writings

After dinner treats

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 09:14:49 -0800

You are in your dinner dress, fitting your delightful breasts.

Revealing enough skin to know that the men will take a second glance, the more the wine flows the longer the linger will be. Its why you chose that dress.

Sat opposite you at the table, I keep an eye on you as I drink my wine, my linger grows as I follow your naked skin from your neck and into the crevasse, my mouth watering, not for the smell of the food from the kitchen but the idea of running my tongue over your breasts and feeling your nipples on the tip of my tongue.

I pull myself out of that thought as I realise the person next to me is telling me in great detail the joys of walking in a forest he knows, something about it being a great place to be due to the lack of rain that penetrates thru the forest roof top.

I do wish he would not use words like "penetrate" as my initial instinct is to look over to you well more accurately your chest, just above your plate.

Many wines later, dinner over people are standing around the bar and in the open spaces, talking about life, children, music, books the general ramblings that happen at these affairs.

We however seem to be having the same conversation yet they are filled with hidden meaning.

I give you my number and you excuse yourself to the bathroom waving me a little "talk later, nice to meet you". Jumping back into another conversation with the lady next to me, I do my part in talking about the weather or perhaps its my favorite book. My pocket vibrates, a text appears without a name, just a number, "walk thru the door to the right of the bar, take the fire escape door".

Downing my drink, my curiosity has me piqued, I excuse myself from the dull tones of my current companion and head for the door to the right of the bar.

Opening the fire exit door, the stairwell is dark, with only the light from the hallway. Your hand reaches my hand....

Your hand doesn't feel dry yet my mind doesn't register what it is till your hand pulls my hand, downwards, against fabric and then I start to feel the warmth...

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Thoughts from a distracted lunch

Fri, 20 May 2011 09:51:00 -0700

Chatting away, I can feel myself growing with desire, I want to be taken on this table. I dont care if everyone can see me... my inner thoughts, thankfully just my inner thoughts.

I wonder if my eyes give me away, can he see into them seeing them say "Fuck me", "take me home", "I need you, now".

He slides in and out of me, I can feel his cock slide in me, I tighten my muscles, I rock a little in time to his thrusts.

My heart beat increases with that last imagery.

Can he tell?
Did he see my hips move?

I touch my fingers, I rest on one, its "the" finger.

Does he know this is the finger I touch myself with?
Has he thought about me playing with myself?
Does he want to see me play?

I lick my finger, its what they say teases all the guys. His eyes follow the wet finger, the building could burn down and I dont think he would take his eyes off my finger. My legs open, round and round, over and over. My clit pulsating with pleasure. His cock bulging with seeing me pleasuring myself. The pleasure ripples thru me, I close my legs with enjoyment.

Closing my legs, the sexual day dream shattered by his strong leg, innocently resting between mine.

God I want to clench it, as if it was his body, my legs wrapped around it, his cock buried into me. his breath on my neck.

Can he feel the heat from my sex?

If only he could read my thoughts right now, see the embrace which is making my pussy so aroused.

His lips are on my stiff nipple, his hand stroking the side of my tummy, I can feel the nails tickling but teasing, I moan just a little.

Did he hear?
Can he see how stiff my nipples have now become?
Thank god I have a cardigan on.

I realise hes stopped talking and is rising to get up.

Lunch is over, its time to go, its going to be a long afternoon.

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Sat on her chair, the words on the screen

Wed, 28 Jul 2010 02:17:00 -0700

the words on the screen, the images in her mind, the desires burning,

her hand buried in her underwear,
fingers soaked in her juices,
her clit stimulated, stroked and sensitive,
light moans flow from her mouth,
the pleasure growing,

the words on the screen, the images in her mind, the desires burning,

her fingers work faster,
her moans grow louder,
the self pleasure,
the mental pleasure,
the body and mind being fucked by something new,

the words on the screen, the images in her mind, the desires burning,

I want to be fucked,
I want to be sucked,
I want to be enjoyed,
I want to enjoy,
I want to give pleasure,
I want to receive pleasure,

the words on the screen, the images in her mind, the desires burning,

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A bed Spread of a different kind

Fri, 19 Feb 2010 10:23:00 -0800

Laying on your bed, head on the pillow, your legs apart,

my mouth between your spread legs,
licking the full length of your pink slit,
flicking my tongue over your clit,
sucking at your moist silk skin,
exploring deeper,
tasting your pussy,

Laying on your bed, head on the pillow, your legs apart.

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Walking doesn't have to be dull.

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 06:02:00 -0800

Swinging her leg over the fence, Jack couldnt help find the sight
slightly arousing. Jess's jeans hugged her legs and made her bum look
sexier than normal. His mind flashed the same view but of her doing it
naked. ( A made up view sadly, he had not seen her naked )

Jack snapped out of the fantasy and climbed over the fence and
continued walking through the countryside with Jess.

Walking along they chatted and caught up, the conversation often
returned to past sexual experiences and dreams, Jack was aroused and
getting more and more sexually frustrated. He wanted to believe Jess
was equally frustrated.

Jess, could feel her pants getting a little hotter, the fresh air, the
talks about sex, the slight lust she had for Jack. She wanted to
explode, but couldnt.

Jess looked at Jack and muttered "I need to pee", teasing back Jack
pointed to the hill and said there was probably a loo over the hill
next to an old oak tree.

Jess realising that Jack was probably lieing said she was just going
to have to go here.

Telling Jack to look away and to make sure no one was watching. Jess
pulled down her jeans and her thong, she felt the fresh cold air over
her buttocks and the coolness rush over her hot sex.

She pee'd, after she finished she glanced back at Jack, he was not
watching, she felt a desire to touch herself secretly in front of him.
Her fingers slide over her clit and she slipped a finger into herself,
feeling the warmth of her pussy on her finger. That was enough she
thought, the whole time making sure Jack was not looking.

Standing up she pulled her jeans up and did the zip up.

Jack was starting to get stiff at the thought of Jess half naked, he
wanted to turn around, but didnt dare. His mind racing with thoughts.
his cock twitching every now and then in response to a delightful
mental image. The sound of Jess doing her zip up, Jack turned around
and was about to say onwards.

Jess looked at Jack with a little gleam in her eye and asked him to
close his eyes, saying she had a little treat for him, Jess told Jack
to open his mouth.

Jess placed her finger into his mouth, "Taste it", Jack closing his
lips he could taste something but couldnt quite pinpoint the taste.
Opening his eyes, he said, "no idea".

Smiling back at him, she said you just tasted me.

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a semi poem

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 03:34:17 -0800

the whimpers grow,
the breath gets faster
the whimpers get longer
the whimper becomes a moan.
the breath gets faster
the moan gets sharper
the breath gets faster
the moan gets longer

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She comes and visits.

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 07:11:00 -0800

She is in the next room laying naked under the quilt.
I know this as she teased me and said she would.

Both taken, both happy. She is happy to tease, im happy to be teased.
I can't sleep, my cock is stiff, my mind is full of thoughts.
Thankfully she didn't have a throw away comment telling me if she would touch herself.
Im assuming she will, maybe even is.

Fuck it, I will go pee and come back to bed.

I walk past her door, my cock twitches as I think of her fingers teasing herself. Peeing is an effort to say the least, thankfully my cock is a little more placcid. Nothing like turning the light off and being plunged into darkness again, whilst your eyes adjust.

Walking back, her door is open, it was closed. I swear it was closed.
Yet now its wide open.

Bemused I stand in the door way, my eyes are slowly getting used to the dark again.

The quilt is against the wall and she is laying their, her legs slightly apart.
Her hands covering her pussy.

I open my mouth in shock, my cock twitches in happiness

She moves her hand from her crotch. Gives me a "shh" look and then sucks her finger before moving it back...

Her hand is circling her clit. Her legs are moving, reacting to the pleasure between her legs.
I want to help, to touch, taste and smell her.

Yet im sure im meant to watch.

My cock wants to be touched.

I put my hand down my boxers.
She smiles and opens her legs wider.

I think its safe for me to touch myself. I take them off.
She opens her mouth in shock, knowing my girlfriend is only in the next room.

Feels great to have my cock in my hands. Her so close, touching herself.
Closing her legs, she swivels her body around and lays so her head is closet to this end.

Parting her legs again she moves her hands over her breasts and down
her tummy to her smooth ridge before her pussy.

Leaning her head off the bed she keeps one hand on her clit whilst her
other hand touches her stiff nipple.

Her eyes are watching as my hand strokes my cock, backwards and forwards.
Her fingers move to her pussy and I can see she is copying the speed
with which she fingers herself.

She is so close, I want to just goto her, but this invisible barrier
keeps me at the door.

My mind is making up mental images of how it would look and feel to
have her lips sucking on my cock.

A noise from my bedroom...

I take one last look and return back to the bathroom.

I come...

I walk back to my bed, the door is shut. ( did i just dream that? )

At breakfast the next morning, I look for a sign to see if it was a dream.

She commented
"Did you sleep well?"

"yes"

"I woke up once in the night, but it must have been someone going to the loo..."

It was not a dream.

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