Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

His fingers pull at the hasp of my bra. I feel his fingers caress my aching breasts as they fall from the cups. He peels the bra from my shoulders, and it drifts to the floor as I let my hands drop. He pulls me close.

I revel in the sensation of my tender erect nipples pressing to his chest. He slowly pulls from our embrace and sits on the edge of the bed. My hands drift across his wide shoulders as he moves.

I drop to my knees between his legs, my lips and tongue swirling the velvety rim of his ridged knob. I tease everywhere, kissing, touching, and savoring the manly scents.

His hands clench tight in my hair as I engulf his hardness. Ravishing him. He moans as I mouth down the rigid shaft to suck at his balls, my tongue rolling across the large sensitive orbs. He moans again as my tongue reaches into the valley below his balls.

My lips move again to his cock, with one hand stroking the length of it and the other palming the large balls.

I feel his cock start to tremble.

With a last lick at the strand of pre cum dangling from his knob, I pull away. I’m not about to finish him yet. I rise and push him to the bed, following as he pulls himself onto it. I’m the wanton huntress, stalking.

I delight in the closeness of the double bed. Our bodies press tight together in a crush of warmth. We kiss wildly.

I pull him hard to my aching breasts as I feel his mouth fasten tight to a rigid nipple. I moan as he mouths and bites at the sensitive nub.

I moan louder as his hand presses against my damp crotch, his finger slipping between the wet lips. I’m burning with desires long suppressed. My legs part further. Oh god he has wonderful fingers.

His tongue swirls the outer tip of my ear, sucking the lobe, and biting softly. I hear the gentle whisper.

“You’re so beautiful Rita, so beautiful… I want this to be something special”

I simply moan as his lips roam my neck, kissing, tickling and softly biting. It’s already so beautiful, so undemanding, and so special.

His mouth begins a slow rambling nibble down my cheek, nipping at my nape as he passes. His tongue tracing a line of cool moisture down my inner arm right to my outstretched palm. It feels wonderfully tickly as his tongue circles my palm.

I’m starting to wiggle when he moves again, tracing back along the sensitive skin of my inner arm. His lips moving through my armpit is an unusual delight.

I’m squirming with raging desires as he repeats the movements on my opposite arm. I’m nearly panting as he returns to my breasts.

He licks his fingertips, and begins a slow circling pull and squeeze on each rigid point of sensitivity. My hands fly to his hair. I moan. Oh god I’m dripping for him. I need more.

“Tongue me… please,” I mew, as desperate urges race through me.

I’m consumed with fiery want as his lips tease and bite at both nipples, lowering and mouthing down my belly. I run my fingers through his hair as he licks my navel, his tongue leaving swirling ripples of sensation in its wake.

My legs spread, and I feel the attention lower. I gasp as his mouth kisses just above my pussy, and my fingers dig into his scalp as his lips touch the inflamed cleft of my pussy.

He moves to lie between my splayed legs; kissing and nibbling at my inner thighs in a slow traverse downward. I’m near screaming as he kisses my inflamed pussy.

He simply kisses, and his warm breath sends soft, enticing zephyrs along the pouting lips. I moan as his tongue dips into the puckered sensitivity of my ass, stabbing and swirling. My hips rise for more. I so love a man licking there.

I’m shivering with anticipation as his tongue strums across the little spot of skin between ass and pussy. I moan encouragement as I feel those delightfully long fingers spreading my lips, exposing my very core.

I cry out as I feel the roving tongue slip between the folds, touching fleetingly at my clit, and then lowering to lash the inner lips. Sensation and emotion rise and plunge with every lick, and the tension builds.

I’m squirming, pleading, crying as he tongues me everywhere. I grab and tear at the sheets at the progression of orgasm, my every muscle tenses. My nipples, eraser hard, ache with need.

I’m right at the crest as his tongue moves upward, dancing across my clit. My hips rise to meet his lips as he mouths my clit, sucking me. I’m so close, so close.

“Yes, right there, right there,” I cry out, “tongue me right there!”

His tongue ravishes my clit, strumming across the tip as his lips knead its hood. A final wriggling suck on my clit, and I’m off.

I wail as his fingers plunge into my depths, and the first wave of sensations pour over me.

I scream and thrash as I’m consumed in the onslaught of ecstasy that’s charging through every fiber of my being.

My pussy clamps tight to his plunging digits as I orgasm. Wave upon wave of deliriously intense contractions tear through me from head to toe. My legs vibrate.

My belly aches with cramping spasms. I howl in pleasure as my toes cramp tight, and blinding light pierces from behind scrunched eyelids. I’m consumed in the torrent.

I wilted to the bed, spent and wasted. My body quakes as I gasp and quiver. I’m overcome; keening sobs purge my very soul of every repression. I fight for control, and lose.

Alex is kissing me softly, holding me tenderly, soothing. I cling tight, weak and weepy. He whispers the perfect sentiments. I’m drowning in the emancipation of emotion long forsaken.

He’s flawless, understanding, sweet and undemanding as we cuddle tight. My recovery is slow, even as I feel his urgent need pressing hard against my thigh. I kiss him deeply. I smell and taste myself on his lips and tongue. Powerful urges again surge within me.

I kiss fervently, and I fall to my back, pulling him to me. My legs spread involuntarily, inviting. My desires rage again as he moves over me, a cool trail of moisture drips across my thigh. He’s oozing with his own needs.

I mew softly as I feel the turgid warmth press to me, searching and thrusting. I reach to guide, and moan as his cock parts my lips. I lift my hips to him, and I feel him slip past the tight resistance to enter my slick depths.

He begins the slow rocking movements that plunge him ever deeper. My legs wrap his hips, pulling him hard toward me, crushing his groin to mine. His cock feels so good driven full length into me. I revel in the filling sensation.

We kiss passionately as he tunnels deeper into my very center. He’s so very hard.

I feel the trembling urgency in him as he plunges full depth, my legs driving him deeper and faster into me. My desires welling as he quickens his strokes. His kiss, bites, whispers, sending me racing on a roller coaster of sensation.

My hips rise in cadence to meet his every stroke. My fingers grip the flesh of his back as I rear up to meet the youthful vigor of his lunging thrusts.

“FUCK ME HARD… FUCK ME,” I wail as he pounds into me, “CUM IN ME BABY… CUM HARD”

His head is thrown back, and he’s groaning as he slams into me. The luscious sensation of his acute hardness driven so deep is mind numbing.

I’m again standing at the precipice, teetering as he makes a final powerful thrust. I feel his balls, tight and hard, pressing against my ass. My legs cling tight, holding, as I feel the hot deluge begin. Drenching me. I leap to the abyss of pleasure. Soaring. Free floating.

My fingernails bite into his skin as my pussy tightens and pulls at him. I feel every twitch, throb and spurt of his cock as my pussy overflows in his hot release. We both moan loudly and shake collectively, pasted together, clinging as the last shuddering ripples ebb.

My arms and legs are jelly, and they flop to the bed. We’re gasping.

I feel the hardness waning as he softly kisses me. I feel the wetness creep down my ass as he slowly pulls his wilting length from me. He falls beside me, panting.

I curl tight to him, his arm around my shoulders and my head resting on his heaving chest. Our sweat mingling as he whispers soft and perfect nothings. My fingers brush his small hard nipples. I’m sated beyond my wildest fantasy.

I awake, my head against the soft rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. The quiet purrs of soft snores reverberate through his chest. I love the soothing sound. The room reeks of the heavenly aroma of sex.

Its just dawn, and I can see easily in the room. I slip from the bed quietly, without rousing him, and gather my clothes.

I stand beside the bed, watching as he sleeps. My eyes rove his naked body, drinking in the sight of the rugged lines of his chest and torso tapering to the narrow waist.

His cock is slightly hard and flopped so casually across his thigh. He’s beautiful, and it’s so tempting to just crawl back into his warm embrace.

I quietly move into the bathroom, and dress and straighten myself as best I can without making excessive noise. I quietly leave the bathroom to find my purse.

I dig through my purse, and finding a pen, I write a note on an old shopping list. It simply says, ‘it was special’ and I leave my number. I creep back to the bathroom and press the note between the mirror and frame.

I tiptoe into the kitchen and take down the number from the phone hanging on the entrance wall. I shush the plaintiff’s cries of the kitten with a soft caress, and move quietly into the living room to wait.

I close the door quietly as the cab arrives.

I’m filled with trepidation and wonder at the emotions I’ve experienced at Alex’s hand, and the other delicious parts of his anatomy. I think of him, lying alone.

Would he wonder what happened to make me leave? Why did I?

He’s so much younger, yet so mature, so innocent, and yet so skilled. I feel a bit uneasy that I took such pleasures from him so eagerly, and guilty at wanting more.

It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this that doubts and fears creep into my thoughts. Have I allowed myself to be seduced by a master manipulator? Am I just another notch on the bedpost for him?

Questions and doubts, one after the other, roll through my thoughts as the taxi speeds me toward home, and my sanctuary. Would he call? Should I answer? Should I call? What’s the protocol these days for a one-night stand? Is there one?

I’m filled with self-doubts as the key enters my apartment door. The door just closes behind me when I hear the incessant ringing of the phone.

I race into the kitchen. I’m near euphoric as I see Alex’s number displayed on the caller ID screen. I reach to answer, overjoyed beyond all expectations that he’s called so quickly.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.