Erotic
2007-05-04
He stood there, glistening in the afternoon sunlight, beads of sweat still glistening on his broad chest. A single drop gathered at his collar and ran between his massive pectorals, down his abdomen, and hit the ground, soundlessly leaving a small dark spot on the light gray asphalt.
He smiled at me, the need for dialogue long gone by this point. I gingerly took a step towards him, holding back slightly, not from hesitation but from the need to consciously exercise self control, for if I didn’t, the hormones rushing through my body would surely have gotten the better of me, right then and there.
He reached out, and gently placed a hand on my bare shoulder. I looked around, but it was Thursday afternoon, and there was nobody in sight. The perfect place for a murder. He drew me closer and kissed me, first on the mouth, and then on my neck, as he ran his hand down the smooth lightly tanned skin of my exposed back.
I stood there for a moment, my mind uncertain, yet within seconds my mind realized that it was not needed, nor was it helping the situation, and so it immediately took a paid vacation, allowing my body to act for itself.
I drew myself in closer into his embrace, and with both hands seized the warm damp muscle leaden flesh on his back, allowing my face to press into his chest, his small hairs prickling my cheeks, and the scent of sweat overpowering my sense of smell, yet causing me to react not with disgust, as my reflexes had been disabled, but instead with an erotic thirst, perhaps signaling it’s need to be quenched from the damp area rapidly forming between my legs.
He ran his fingers playfully through my hair, as his other hand slowly but surely made it’s way to my pants, slipping through the waistband and firmly massaging one of my soft buttocks. I continued my journey along the mountainous uncharted region that was his back, my face pressed in firmly, my nose lightly brushing against the underside of the massive arm that reached out to me, my lips pressed against one of his dark erect nipples. I reached out with my tongue, and ran it along his breast, allowing myself to taste the warm, salty sweat that still clung to his body. He now ran both hands along my back, and my vaginal juices soaked the entire inner portion of my pants. Just then, my mind, although relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean, phoned in to check on things at the office, allowing me to remember something I had long since overlooked. I pressed my entire body against his, and surely enough, when my crotch pressed against his, I could feel his hard, stiff erection against my leg.
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As he started to fiddle with the button on my pants, I slipped one hand easily into his shorts. I ran my hand between his thigh and his testicles, his hot groin plunging me into yet another level of arousal. Moving my fingers about I fondled his large, wet, heavy balls ad his erect penis rubbed invitingly against my leg. I placed my other hand in his shorts, effectively causing them to fall to the floor after his thick stiff cock poked up above the waistband, and brushed playfully up and down against my stomach, bobbing like a rooster vying for territorial rights, and leaving a thin strand of semen between him and myself, which shimmered in the afternoon light. I realized, looking down, that he had taken my pants down whilst I was playing with his tough member, and as I relieved my ankles from my pants’ binding, he reached under my exposed rear and lifted me straight into the air, bringing me down slowly onto his stiff erect cock, pointing almost straight into the air, throbbing forcefully as it slowly, to my long, drawn out pleasure, entered my moist vagina. As I was lowered I slipped my shirt over my head, exposing my comfortably large, soft, succulent breasts (for some reason, nobody was wearing underwear today).
I moaned a soft low moan as the final inches of his penis made their way inside of me. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and moved myself up and down as he slowly began moving his hips, beginning in a slow, steady rhythm, but soon quickening the pace.
His hands beneath the soft flesh of my buttocks my only means of support, I wrapped my legs around his abdomen, straddling him, as he rapidly began to thrust his pelvis, driving his mass into me each time as, in synchronization, he lifted me up and down. My extra support allowing me to lean back, I did so, placing one arm around his neck, and the other under his arm, my hand moistly moving through the sweat of his armpit. My breasts flapped and clattered against my body, and his testicles did the same, slapping against my rear.
Soon he reached an all time high, driving into me faster than before, and as I felt myself nearing climax I closed my eyes and pressed my hand to my face, this hand which had done so much exploring in the preceding minutes, and allowed myself to become overpowered with the erotic scent of his testosterone, the driving chemical force of sex, and the sensation of his penis thrusting into me (the driving force of his body). I released my legs and leaned back as my climax spread through my body, every nerve turning itself inside out to deliver pleasure I had never known existed. My body went somewhat numb as his penis slipped out of me, and as he set me down I could feel nothing more than warm spurts of semen splattering against my bare, naked body.
I leaned back, not physically, but in my mind.
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I leaned back to a place I had never known existed, in the recesses of my mind. I leaned there and I stayed there. Why? Because I don’t want this moment to end. This, the greatest climactic moment of my life. My rational mind has not yet returned to me, but I know that when it does my senses will return to me, and I will remember who I am, and where I am, and I will have to return to life as it was before, the erotica long gone. I do not want that. So here I lie, awake with closed eyes. There are sounds around me, but I can not hear them. There are feelings to feel, butt hey are naught to me. The world is now as it should be and as I wish it to be forever. So still I wait.
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