Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Julie felt herself shiver as the breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement. A mixture of the two most likely. The memory of her earlier orgasm was hot in her mind and body. The next thing she knew, she was being kissed in that hungry wanton way he had kissed her earlier. Her response startled her, as she kissed him back passionately, moaning and whimpering into his hot, sweet mouth.

By the time the kiss ended, Julie was totally out of control. She wanted this young man like she had never wanted anyone or anything in her life, and she wanted him now. On the cold wet marble or up against the glass, she didn’t care which. Both would be even better.

She suddenly rolled sideways, pulling him over on top of her. The cold marble made her shiver. He followed until she was flat on her back and he was on top of her. The heat of his body on her front was such a contrast to the cold on her back. The bad girl from her fantasies was in control, and Julie was in no mood to stop her.

He started to kiss her again, the hunger of his kiss even more intense. She moaned loudly and lifted her legs, spreading them, settling him deeper between her thighs. She felt him press tighter to her mound and sex. Her hips flexed and she rubbed herself against the coarse material of his jeans.

He suddenly broke the kiss and pushed up, looking down at her as a series of expressions chased across his face. The first had been a question and the last had been lust as understanding grew. He came up onto his knees as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down.

Julie’s eyes dropped to his hard member jutting out from a tangle of soft, curly hair at his crotch. Her hands moved down to pull the hem of her dress up, to reveal her widespread naked thighs and sex to him. She couldn’t believe how excited she was at that very moment.

That’s all it took. Like pulling a trigger, he was back on top of her, and with one long, hard thrust, he filled her. Julie yelled loudly and lifted her hips to meet him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Their moans and yells of passion echoed throughout the small alcove as their coupling spiraled upward and outward to fill the universe. Somewhere just before a titanic peak in their wave, Julie found herself on top, a position she had never been in before. Not knowing what to do wasn’t a problem, she rocked her hips back and forth and from side to side as he thrust upward into her depths. He was hitting places that her limited experience had never felt before.

Just as she plunged over the edge of the abyss, he sat up and pulled her tightly to him as he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. Her fall became a skyrocket, her hips rocking and rubbing against his at a furious rate. Then he was bathing her insides with a liquid heat that pushed her even higher, her own orgasm completely out of control now.

Julie came back down from the heights and up from the depths of total satisfaction to find she was still sitting astraddle the man’s hips, with him still deep inside her. Her hips were rocking back and forth in a slow lazy rhythm of their own. Her arms were wrapped around him and his around her. Everything was as it should be and she was at total peace with the world. Time seemed to pass slowly.

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After a while, Julie sighed deeply and then slowly stood up. She marveled as she felt his still hard manhood slowly slip out of her tight clenching sex. She smiled as the thought that her little pussy didn’t want to let go of that hard bone crossed her mind. Taking a step back, she looked down at the man and continued to smile as she buttoned up the bodice of her dress.

The good girl and the bad girl were now merged into one, the whole much stronger than either part. Julie was a different person entirely from the girl that had left the dorm hours earlier. The girl was gone, and a complete woman stood in her place.

The man sat there looking up at her, several times licking his lips as though he were going to say something. When he didn’t, Julie slowly turned and walked away.

She had gone about twenty feet when she heard him say, “Hey, wait, I don’t know your name.”

She didn’t even slow down, she just smiled and walked on, a new sway to her hips, a new feeling of power in her mind. ‘There can’t be that many barbershops in this area,’ she thought to herself. ‘I know where you live and I’ll be back when I want some more. There’ll be more, wet, rainy days in the future.’

Grinning, she felt the soreness and sting of the cuts on her wrists. There’d be more of that in the future also. She wondered what it would be like to have him tied up. She’d find out. He hadn’t realized it yet but her purse was still lying where he had dropped it earlier.

He was a smart guy; he’d figure it out.