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[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"In this steamy and competitive tale, Massimo and Normie find themselves locked in a fierce rivalry on and off the court. As they battle it out in tennis, squash, and bridge, tensions rise until they make a daring bet to see who can seduce all four attractive women in their bridge club first. Write a scintillating scene where Massimo and Normie each try to win over one of the women through an intense game of strip poker. Explore the power dynamics between the two rivals as they use their charm, wit, and sexual prowess to gain an advantage. Will Massimo's well-endowed physique be enough to impress Carmen with his skills? Or will Normie's intelligence and finesse capture Beth's attention? Be sure to include elements of exhibitionism, oral pleasure, light bondage, and intense rivalries throughout the scene. Don't forget to add tags such as sports erotica, strip poker, exhibitionism, oral sex, light BDSM.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": " _\"The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.\"_ The Cask of Amontillado, Edgar Allan Poe\nMassimo was an asshole.\nIn high school, we belonged to the same circle of friends, but he went out of his way to be a prick. He was considerably taller than me, a fact he chose to remind me of by constantly patting me on the head. He would also lean on me, with his elbow on my shoulder (a practice I put a stop to by the simple expedient of punching him in the nuts).\nHe was the better athlete, by a wide margin, in basketball and volleyball. He could outrun me, and was physically stronger. Baseball, on the other hand, was my domain. I was a pitcher, while he was a star with the bat. But he couldn't hit me in practice.\nMassimo just couldn't seem to figure out that I wasn't going to try to blow a fastball by him every single time. Curves and changeups were 'faggot' pitches, he said. It drove him nuts.\nSo he retaliated in juvenile ways, mostly centred around showing off the size of his dick. Even in high school, Massimo was well-endowed. To tell the truth, he was hung like a horse. As fate would have it, I was a bit of a late bloomer. Massimo made a point of comparing our relative sizes as often as he could.\n\\- \"Mass,\" I told him, \"this obsession you have with my dick - it's not healthy.\"\n\\- \"C'mon, Normie. Not my fault you have a pencil dick.\"\nThat I was another thing which annoyed me - being called 'Normie'. I resolved to simply avoid Massimo whenever I could. But for some reason, he just had to take the competition that one step further.\nSusie was my prom date. Massimo wanted to get into her pants, so he decided to break us up, by telling Susie that I had cheated on her. It wasn't true, but Susie couldn't believe that my teammate would lie. She dumped me.\nThe only consolation was that she never went out with Massimo, either.\nAfter high school, I went away to college. Eventually, I got a good job in a small eastern city. The work was demanding, which didn't leave much time for a social life. It took a few years of the rat race for me to realize that I needed a change. So I joined the fitness club, and took up tennis and squash.\nMaybe six months later, I heard a sound I had hoped never to hear again.\n\\- \"NOR-MEE!\"\nMassimo had come to town.\n-\"Normie, baby! How's it hangin'?\" Did I mention that Massimo liked to call everyone 'baby'? Another thing about him to dislike.\n-\"Hey Mass.\" I replied. \"What are you doing here?\"\n-\"The job. Got transferred.\" he said.\n-\"Oh? Sorry to hear that.\"\n-\"Nah - it's all good. Got a raise, plus my new department is just chock full of hot little mamas, all thirsting for a piece of the Mass ... you know what I'm sayin'?\" He laughed out loud. \"Besides - now that I know you're here, Normie baby - you and me, we're gonna light this town up!\"\nNow at this stage, you may be wondering: why didn't I just brush Massimo off? Or, considering how much he annoyed me, and how he had broken the 'Bro Code' and tried to steal Susie from me, why didn't I just tell him to fuck off?\nTwo reasons: first, mutual friends and ex-teammates back home. I didn't want to lose any of my old buddies. Many of them still considered Massimo a friend.\nSecond, and most important: Edgar Allan Poe. Every time I saw him, Massimo made me think of the Cask of Amontillado. One day, I would get revenge. I would find a way to cock-block him, or steal a girl he really cared about. It would have to be epic ... monumental. I wanted the kind of revenge they make movies about. I could wait for that.\nWe exchanged numbers, and email addresses. Massimo immediately began calling and texting me, wanting to 'hang out'. I told him that work kept me really busy - which was true.\nBut I couldn't stop Massimo from getting a membership at the Fitness club. He saw my name on the tennis and squash ladders, and immediately joined those, too.\n-\"I'll catch you up in no time, Normie baby.\" he promised.\nMassimo was as good as his word. I was only 6th out of 15 in the tennis ladder. Massimo had a booming serve, and a powerful forehand. When I had to play him, I tried to keep the ball on his backhand. I also tried dropshots, to get him running. But his serve was too much for me.\nOver a beer after the game, Massimo pointed out the flaws in my game.\nHe worked his way up the squash ladder equally quickly. I was 3rd. To my chagrin, Massimo beat me in our first match. He just overpowered me. But I identified a few weak spots in his play, and waited patiently for our rematch.\nThe top two players in our squash ladder were simply untouchable. Massimo had his ass handed to him, and stayed at number three. I challenged, and dropped him back to number four. He was not happy about that.\nWe went for a beer after the game. I had no intention of rubbing it in, or of trying to point out the weaknesses in _his_ game. But Massimo wanted to talk about something else.\n-\"You play cards, right, Normie?\" he asked. \"I seem to remember you playing cards back in high school.\"\n-\"That's right.\" I agreed. \"Euchre ... some poker.\"\n-\"You play bridge?\" said Massimo.\nDid I play bridge ... my parents taught my sister and me before we were out of elementary school. It was like a religion to them. I didn't play too much in high school or university, because Mom had warned us: \"It can be addictive. Be careful that you don't spend _all_ of your time playing bridge.\"\nBut I continued to read about bridge, and played marathon sessions with my folks at Thanksgiving, and over Christmas.\n-\"Yeah. But I haven't played in a while.\" I told him.\n-\"Listen, there's this group at work - they're trying to form a bridge club. Mixed, four dudes and four chicks. We've got three guys - just need a fourth.\" said Massimo. \"What do you say? You want in?\"\n-\"Sure, Massimo. That sounds good. I wouldn't have taken you for a bridge player, though.\"\n-\"I know.\" he shrugged. \"Poker is more my style, y'know? But wait 'till you see the chicks in this group ...\"\nYou may be wondering why I would agree to spend more time with Massimo. Well, my social life was still non-existent. Meeting some new people - four of them women - couldn't hurt. Also, I wasn't worried about bridge interfering with my studies anymore. And I loved the game.\nLast reason. Massimo, me, and bridge. It was going to be baseball all over again.\n\nWe went together to the first 'bridge club' meeting. Massimo had some last minute instructions.\n-\"Don't fuck this up, Normie. Don't make me look bad.\" he said.\nOne of the guys he worked with, named Darren, was hosting the inaugural session. Darren's apartment was upscale, and well-maintained. He had a nice dining room table, but the second table was a portable affair, surrounded by folding chairs.\nDarren seemed to be a nice enough fellow - maybe a bit high-strung. Massimo handed him a six-pack, while I gave Darren a decent bottle of wine.\nHe introduced us to Jake and Beth. Jake was a lean, athletic type of guy, with a firm handshake. He wasn't especially friendly, though.\nBeth was a looker. She had dark, shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. Her nose was perfect. She wore a fair bit of make-up - too much for a bridge game - but it accentuated her eyes and definitely got your attention. Her shirt was open at the top, revealing some impressive cleavage.\nJake must have noticed where my eyes were focused. He put a proprietary arm around her shoulders. Massimo had already told me that Jake and Beth were a couple, but I guess Jake was feeling the need to mark his territory.\nBeth didn't seem to appreciate that. She shook off his arm. Then she pointed to the wine in Darren's hand.\n-\"Ooh ... Chilean. Who brought that?\" she said. She had a delightful accent.\n-\"Oh - Norm did.\" said Darren.\nBeth gave me a fantastic smile. \"Looks like we are going to get along, Mister Norm. Are you a good card player, too?\"\n-\"You have a beautiful accent, Beth.\" I told her. \"Puerto Rican?\" I guessed.\n-\"Cuban.\" she said, with another of those devastating smiles. \"But that is not a bad guess.\"\nNext to arrive was Carmen. While Darren greeted her at the door, I was able to get a good look at her.\nLord Have Mercy.\nCarmen had lovely eyes. Let me say that first. They were huge, and beautifully shaped. Honestly, that was the first thing I noticed about her. But a moment later, I was completely distracted.\nBecause Carmen had tits like footballs. There is no other way to describe it. They were in a different time zone from the rest of her body. And she didn't try to hide or conceal them in any way. Instead, she wore a brightly patterned shirt to draw every eye in the room. It was open to the third button. Thank God we weren't playing poker tonight; she had two unfair advantages.\nIt took a few moments for me to find any flaws with Carmen's appearance, but there were a couple: her nose was large, and a bit crooked, and she was built like a linebacker. I don't mean that she was fat - because she wasn't at all. But Carmen was a big girl, with wide shoulders and hips. Built like a truck, as my grandfather would have said.\nIt was going to be difficult to concentrate on cards. My parents had taught me everything they knew about bridge. But none of their lessons had ever included what to do when you are confronted with tits like Carmen's, on open display.\nDarren introduced us. I managed to say hello without embarrassing myself. For her part, Carmen subjected me to a fairly thorough examination before holding out her hand.\n-\"Pleased to meet you.\" she said, in a deep, sultry voice. What made her greeting even more interesting was that she was blatantly checking me out. She was frank and open about it. I had to smile.\nThe last two girls were only a minute behind her. Abigail was a slender blonde, with the pretty face of a girl-next-door type, and the body of a runner, or an athlete. Her friend Christina had light brown skin, a cute upturned nose, and a little mole, or beauty mark, just above her lip near the corner of her mouth. Her hair was up in a bun.\nWhen the introductions were done, and everyone had a drink, we got down to business. Massimo had hinted that it would be guys against girls, but Beth had other ideas.\n-\"We don't know each other very well, yet - especially Massimo and Norm, here.\" she said. \"So to keep the playing field even, we'll draw for partners before each rubber. Is everyone ok with that for now?\"\nThey had evidently discussed it before; the others just nodded. I wasn't about to disagree - I was only too aware that as the new guy, I was on probation.\nI drew Christina as a partner. We were matched up against Carmen and Jake.\nJake, it appeared, was just as distracted by Carmen's cleavage as I was. I tried to avoid staring, and concentrated on studying my partner and her bidding patterns. It was hard to learn much, at first, because the run of the cards was against us.\nI did come to a few conclusions about our opponents. Carmen was an aggressive bidder, but not very adept at counting cards. She misplayed a couple a couple of hands, and ended up one down on each occasion.\nJake had evidently played with her before. He seemed to be even more aggressive, as if trying to make sure that he, and not Carmen, would be playing the hand. Or maybe he was just paying too much attention to her tits. Either way, we were able to double him.\nThe cards were against us for a long time. Jake and Carmen eventually won the first game.\nThen our luck turned. I managed to finesse my way through with a weak hand, and then Christina wrapped up the game for us. The final game wasn't even close: Christina and I both got monster hands, and I watched her skillfully make a small slam.\nWe shook hands across the table.\n-\"Nice job, partner.\" she said. Christina had a dazzling smile.\n-\"Your small slam was a thing of beauty. Well played.\" I replied.\n-\"I think your little finesse on the 2 clubs bid was even prettier.\" she suggested.\n-\"You guys had the cards.\" complained Jake. \"Especially that last hand. Shit.\"\nCarmen wouldn't let him get away with that. \"We could have won early,\" she said, \"if you weren't overbidding.\"\n-\"I need a beer.\" said Jake. Carmen rolled her eyes as he stood up.\nFor the next match, I drew Beth as a partner. We were up against Abigail and Christina.\nWe should have won. Abigail was a cautious bidder, and a hesitant player. Beth and I got greedy, and narrowly missed making a few hands. Christina, as I already knew, was a solid player. She also seemed to know exactly what Abigail meant with some of her more curious bids.\nBeth wasn't disappointed that we lost.\n-\"We'll get them next time.\" she said.\nThat sounded encouraging, to me. It seemed to suggest that there would be a next time. Best of all, I hadn't had to play with Massimo. First impressions can be misleading, but I thought that I would enjoy playing with these people. Four attractive women, and bridge.\nBeth took me aside.\n-\"So? You think you want to play with us again?\" she asked. \"You seem like a nice guy, and you obviously know your way around a bridge table ... so, if you like, we can make you a regular.\"\n-\"That sounds great.\" I replied.\n-\"We play every two weeks.\" she explained. \"Tonight, we quit early - everybody has to work. Next time, we play on a weekend, and go on a bit later. Everyone takes a turn hosting. Is that alright with you?\"\nI assured her that it was. We exchanged contact information, phone numbers and email.\n-\"What if somebody can't make it?\" I asked.\n-\"I'm working on it.\" answered Beth. \"Trying to line up an alternate or two.\"\nCarmen saw us with our cellphones out. \"Here,\" she said, \"you'd better give me your number too. And you should take mine. Just in case.\" Then Carmen looked me in the eye. It was obvious that she wanted me to call - and that it had nothing to do with bridge.\nWe stayed for one more drink, and then Massimo drove me home. He was on a high, being the only person there other than Christina who had won both matches. Fortunately, I didn't live very far away, and so I didn't have to listen to his bullshit for very long.\n\nMassimo wanted a rematch on the squash court. It was a pleasure to kick his ass again. After the game, he started griping.\n\\- \"Stupid game.\" he muttered. \"The court should be bigger. Like tennis - now there's a test of skill.\"\n\\- \"Like bridge?\" I asked.\n\\- \"Nah. Bridge is mostly luck. It depends on the cards - and who you get as a partner. But hey: was I right, or was I right?\" Massimo punched me in the shoulder.\n\\- \"About what?\" I asked.\n\\- \"The girls, Normie. The girls! Are they hot, or what? I swear,\" said Massimo, \"I would bang all four of 'em. In fact, I probably WILL bang all four of 'em.\"\nAt that precise moment, I had an out of body experience. It was as if I was hovering in the air, looking down at myself and Massimo. Edgar Allan Poe materialised beside me, and he whispered in my ear: \"The Cask of Amontillado.\"\nThe vague outline of a plan was beginning to form.\n\\- \"All four of them?\" I repeated. Then I snorted. \"In your dreams, Mass.\"\nAs I had hoped, he was offended. \"You don't think I can do it? You don't think I can nail all four?\"\nI laughed. \"I _know_ you can't.\"\n\\- \"Hey - fuck you, Normie.\"\nThen I baited the hook.\n\\- \"Give it up, Massimo. It's not going to happen. Hell - _I would have a better chance of sleeping with all four than you would.\"_\nI said it slowly, and enunciated every word, as clearly as possible. I also made sure he was looking at me, and that he didn't miss a single syllable.\nHe could have laughed it off. He could have mocked me for my arrogance. But he didn't. Massimo did exactly what I expected: he took it as a challenge.\n\\- \"Are you fucking kidding me? You? Seriously? You think you can do better than me?\"\nI just nodded, very slowly and very deliberately.\n\\- \"Fuck, no. Never in a million years!\" he shouted. Then Massimo uttered the fateful words. \"No way, Normie boy - it's time to put up, or shut up. Time to put your money where your mouth is! I BET you that I can bang those four chicks before you do!\"\n\\- \"A bet?\" I repeated.\n\\- \"Yeah! A bet! That's what I said.\" The hook was set. It was time to reel Massimo in.\n\\- \"What kind of bet?\" I asked.\n\\- \"What do you mean? A bet!\" He was still angry, but the idea of a competition - especially against me - appealed to his nature.\n\\- \"For money? How much? This is no $50 wager ... and what about proof? Do we just take each other's word for it? This could take some thinking ...\"\nMassimo didn't say anything, but I could see the wheels turning.\n\\- \"Let's think about this a bit. Look, how about a tennis rematch on Wednesday?\" I suggested.\nMassimo smiled. \"You're on, Normie baby. You're on.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the forbidden desires and intense passion between a real estate developer and his mortgage broker, as they navigate a steamy affair that blurs the lines between business and pleasure. Incorporate elements such as power dynamics, religious undertones, exercise fetish, size difference, oral sex, deepthroating, rough play, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex fantasies in unusual locations (e.g., gym), and the involvement of an unexpected third party. Don't forget to add tags like \"erotic romance,\" \"forbidden love,\" \"office affair,\" \"power dynamics,\" \"religious taboo,\" and \"intense sexual encounters.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It’s amazing how situations occur in one’s life. I have been in business for myself for the majority of my life developing residential and commercial real estate projects around the country. It has provided many highs and lows over the years. Either real estate is good to you, or can strip you of profits and net worth because of the circumstances beyond your control. I continue to play the game.\nMy latest project requires me to secure financing from any available source possible. Since it requires a quick closing transaction, I returned to known broker sources that have worked with me in the past. Shirley, a mortgage broker, has been successful in raising funds on several projects in the past. Proven brokers are the life blood of my funding needs. A single lady, she shares her home with her mom and they run their mortgage business together. Shirley is the boss. Jane, her mom, is a vibrant 60-years of age. I have noticed that both have taken very good care of their “temples”. By that term for their bodies, you should realize they are a very religious pair. Exercise is an important part of their life. And it shows!\nShirley is an amazing lady. She is 42, an aggressive, take charge, no bullshit kind of business person. I like her way of doing business. Straight forward, she says what she means. If you are told something by her, you can damn well expect it to happen. Diligent, good at her job, and a delightful lady, I have enjoyed our relationship over many months. Being in the same metropolitan market, we have met on several occasions to conduct business. She is definitely pleasing to look at. About 5’8” tall, probably 140 lbs, she dresses well and carries herself with a cock sure attitude that exudes confidence.\nI appreciate a physically larger lady. I am 6’6” tall, push the scales at 260 lbs on a bad day, and also exercise often. I have been fortunate, I have a personal gym as an off building on my homestead. My morning routine starts with 4-miles on the treadmill or roadwork, followed by 3-circuits on the weights, and either a dip in the pool or hot-tub. I usually start all this early, about 5:30 am so I can finish by start of the business day. On occasion, I have been later due to conference calls or meetings that will delay my exercise routine. But, as many exercise enthusiasts know, the body will require it to be completed to feel good.\nMany times over the past year, I have teased Shirley about us getting in bed together, a reference to our business relationship. I have referred to us getting married, referring to the long term relationship we have developed. Each time, she has let these references slide off her casually. She has asked if I like our relationship. At our ages I tell her, any additional outside relationship is appreciated. She has scoffed at this type of play. “Behave yourself,” she continues to tell me. Comments like “What would the wife think?” or “You’re so bad!” are offered. I offer to give her references, but have not provided any yet.\nBut she calls often to discuss where we are on any given transaction. Self employed people understand the hour of the day does not matter. It may be early morning while she is still in bed, or late evening as well she calls. I have wondered many times about her real interest in anything outside of work. I have created vivid images of her, and the things we could do. Still, not a single real overture has been made on either side. She has referenced her religion on numerous occasions. Given her devout Christianity, I have essentially written any sexual encounter as a very low probability. Over the past month, our discussions have taken an interesting turn. Once business was finished, we talked about life, families, interests, hobbies, and more. A lot has been shared, and more continues to be at all kinds of hours. If we have not talked, one or the other will call just to smooth out the jitters, or jokingly, smooth out with drawl symptoms because of our talking addiction.\nOver the past 2-weeks, I have submitted an offer on a large local project that she has brokered for me. Paperwork, phone calls, appraisals, documentation all have been required in mass quantities. My admin assistant Vickee has been on vacation for the past 2-weeks, and most of the work of office administration has been left to me. As a result, Shirley has been offering to do most of the copies, obtain information from my attorney, and run all over the countryside to make the deal happen. She will make substantial fees with close of the transaction, and it is in her best interest to assist where possible.\nThis past Monday while completing my workout regimen, my driveway gate monitor buzzed. Viewing my security monitors, I found Shirley and Jane at my gate. Shirley was bringing a counter offer from my counterpart to the transaction for my review. I expected her, but later in the day. It was barely 7:00 am. Surprised, I let her pass, telling her to come to the gym instead of the house. I was not really ready to see anyone, after 4-miles of jogging, and another 30-minutes in the weight room, I am sure I was not the most aromatic person you would want to be around. Within just minutes, she was approaching me in the weight room. My tank soaked with sweat, my brow towel wet, and my body dripping from all pores, I welcomed her.\n“Hi babe,” I offered. “I was just thinking about you, and broke out in a hot sweat,” I continued. She just laughed. She continued to look at my sweaty torso.\n“I could make you do that for real hon,” quipped Shirley. “My but you are a hairy one,” she continued. She crossed the aisle, handed me a set of papers, and moved back to the bench across from me.\n“What can I say?” I asked. “I just eat, grow older, and my body does all its’ own stuff,” I told her as I started a quick review of the documents she provided.\nShe sat down on the sit-up bench. I sat over my weight machine seat, legs spread, feet flat on the floor. My shorts, riding up my thighs, showed all leg, but hid my private parts from view. She continued to watch me.\n“You look good,” she said. “With business attire, you look good, but I can not tell definition like I see now,” she finished. I stood, lifting one foot to the seat. Standing, without thinking, I leaned down, threw my arm across my thigh as we continued our discussion. With my leg up on the seat, my other foot on the floor, I was giving Shirley an open, unintentional view of my crotch. My cock peeked his head from down under my briefs and shorts, allowing her to see. Her eyes diverted directly to my cock. Oblivious, I continued to talk business.\n“Ok, so what does the counteroffer change,” I asked?\n“We are a ways apart on the cost of the land,” Shirley volunteered. “You need to review his counter, assess what you can afford, and get back to him,” she continued. I did not notice her gaze.\n“The rest of the deal is acceptable,” she said. “It’s really big,” she said huskily.\n“I’m sorry, what?” I asked as I glanced up from the documents.\nGlancing up at me, she licked her lips. “You don’t know do you?” she flatly said.\n“Know what? Am I missing something?” I asked.\n“Let me show you,” she said. Standing, she crossed to me. Reaching my side, she turned to look at the documents. I was intently looking at the documents, fully absorbed in anticipating some paragraph or line item to be addressed.\nI nearly jumped out of my shorts. Shirley had reached and grabbed the head of my flaccid cock dangling below my shorts. “Fuck!” I screeched. Startled, I literally pushed her hand down, off my cock. “What are you doing?”\nShe stood there, looking at me. I noticed her face was flushed. “I,” she stammered. Seconds passed quickly. Shirley just looked into my eyes. “I’m sorry! I,” again she stammered out her words.\nShe stepped back, dropping her gaze to my shorts. My cock, with a mind of his own, had tented my shorts. I moved to conceal my engorged cock from view. Shirley’s breathing got my attention. Was this the circumstance I was wishing for? Was she ready to play? Should I make a move to make this woman my sex toy? All these thoughts were running through my brain at more than 100 mph. I reached to my cock, and stroked it through my shorts, purposefully, slowly, with each stroke measured to give Shirley the full intent of my need. As I stroked back to my body, my shorts rode up quickly, allowing the head and several inches of cock to display for her view. Frozen in place, Shirley watched, the slow masturbation of my cock mesmerizing her thoughts. No movement, no verbalizations, no nothing. Shirley stood quietly, stoically, watching every stroke of my cock. He grew larger, his head expanding before her eyes.\n“It’s been so long,” she whispered quietly. “Oh my God,” she continued. Her gaze never faltered. She still did not move.\nI pulled my shorts tight against my body, showing as much of my cock as I could. My fingers now wrapped around firm flesh. I pumped him slowly, pushing outwards, pushing the skin into wrinkles and letting it slide beneath my fingers. I pulled him upwards, pointing his head toward her, allowing her to look directly into his slit. I pumped softly, deliberately. I wanted her to make the next move.\nHer left hand quivered, moving torturously slow, extending toward my cock. “Shirley, touch me,” I whispered. “Stroke my cock,” I continued softly.\nReaching my cock, her fingers danced lightly on the top of its’ head. Lightly, ever so softly, she caressed just the top of my cock. Her hand slid forward, moving toward the base. I removed my hand, allowing my cock to jump upwards under her touch. Her hand stretched to enclose my cock, her fingers and thumb wrapping around, reaching downwards, softly feeling the massive size of my cock. She stroked back toward the head. Her fingers tightened. Quietly, silently, our movements, our moment moved forward. Her right hand clenched, opened, and lay flatly on her hip. She stepped to me. Looking upwards, her lips parted slightly. I could see her tongue caressing her lips.\nMy hands reached to her, reaching the sides of her head on her ears. Slowly, gently, I pulled her face to me. My tongue moistened my lips. Deliberately, I moved to her, gently touching my lips to hers. My tongue snaked quickly out, feeling her lips, searching for her tongue to meet, dance, and play with. Our kiss, gentle, lasted many seconds. I sucked in her breath. Her left hand continued to stroke my cock. Her right hand brushed up her body, crossed over her breasts, and clenched tightly on her breast bone as I continued to kiss her. Our kiss lingered.\nShirley pulled back. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered. Her left hand reached below my cock, grabbed a handful of my balls. Her knees buckled slightly. “Oh God,” she whispered again. She reached back to my cock. Wrapping her hand around the underside, she lifted his head upwards. She leaned quickly, her tongue touching the slit. A guttural groan escaped her lips. Her breath rushed out. She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Her right hand now reached to my ass, pulling me forward. Her left hand pumped my cock, milking any precum in the pipes to her waiting mouth. She sucked hard.\nPulling back for a second she whispered “You taste salty!”\nA frenzy started, she quickly, deliberately, and with abandon sucked my cock into her mouth. Groaning, deep guttural groans, continued. She attacked my cock. Inch by inch disappeared down her soft throat. She was good. It took several strokes, but he lodged deep into her mouth and throat. She drove him deeper. My hands, resting on her back, now moved. One hand landed on the back of her head, the other around her side to her hanging tits. I massaged her tit roughly as I started fucking her face. I impaled her hard on my cock, driving fast and deep into her mouth and throat. As I pulled back, I could see my saliva soaked cock glisten, her lips stretch to hold my cock deep, and I drove deep again. I started quick, hard thrusts into her mouth. She sucked harder.\n“Do you want me to cum Baby?” I asked. “Do you want me to cum?” I groaned.\nShirley groaned loud, shaking her head yes as best as she could. My eyes closed, my hips began movement on their own. My cock brain took charge. I hammered her face, driving inch after inch deep into her mouth and throat. Retreating, I started again. I squeezed her tit hard, pulling at the bra covered nipple while holding her head stable. I fucked her face hard. She continued to grunt and pull my body tight against her face. My balls began to fill, a demon desire overtook all control of my thoughts, I was only there to fuck her face, to fill her with my cum. My cock grew so big, it began to throb. Her teeth were raking the skin, leaving streaks up and down my cock. Both hands intertwined themselves in her hair. I pulled her face down on my lap. All 9 ½ inches were completely buried, balls deep into her mouth and throat. I was concerned about her breathing. Lust filled me, I needed to cum. I slammed deep again. My body froze, my balls erupted, I shot load after load of hot cum into her mouth and throat. Her vacuum mouth sucked me dry. Not a drip of cum escaped her lips. As she pulled off my deflating cock, a wicked grin covered her face. Her eyes had a faraway look, a woman possessed. She held my cock tightly in her hands. Her hands milked more cum from my body.\n“I want more cum,” she growled deeply. “Do me, lick my cunt Baby,” she said.\nShe scrambled back to the sit-up bench. Sitting on the length of the bench, she raised up, pulled down her pants and panties. Lifting a leg, she pulled the clothes from her body. Ignoring the other leg, her clothes fell to the floor around the other foot. I dropped my shorts and brief, kicking them off. I was dressed in my running shoes, socks, and soaked tank top. She laid back of the bench, ruffled the hair on her mound, and dipped two fingertips into the folds of her cunt. Gathering fluids, she quickly brought her fingers to her lips. Sucking each finger individually, she looked to me.\n“Now! I need you to suck me now! Make me cum!,” she growled again. Flexing her butt cheeks, she bounced her ass up and down in small jerks. I moved between her legs quickly. Even more quickly, I leaned to her cunt, grabbed her clit with me teeth, and began flicking her nub back and forth. I sucked it hard. I wanted to rip it from her body. I wanted to suck it dry, to give my new bitch an orgasm that would make her do me whenever I needed her. I sucked her clit harder. I jammed two fingers deep into her folds, finding her hole, I pushed forward, pounding them deep into her body.\n“Oh shit,” she screamed. Her body thrashed. Her hips arched high above the bench. I grabbed her hips with my free hand. I held on for dear life. I sucked her clit even harder. I flicked it back and forth with my tongue, pressing it hard against the inside of my teeth. My cock chubbed.\nStopping, standing abruptly, I walked around her body, straddling her head with my legs. My balls hung down over her lips. I took my soft cock, placed in on her lips. They parted quickly. She sucked a drop of cum from the tip. Inhaling, her head rose up and sucked me down her throat again. I leaned down, laying on her body. My mouth dropped to her clit. I sucked it back in my mouth. My hands reached around under her ass, up between her legs. One hand found her hole, inserting two fingertips. A third popped into her ass to its’ first knuckle. Her body responded like a bomb went off. A muffled scream emanated from deep within. I sucked her clit harder again.\nHer body thrashed, arched, driving me onward. I focused only on making her cum. I needed to drive her body beyond rational thought. I needed her body to explode with an orgasm, to feel the power of my tongue, to focus only on her body’s needs. Pulling her legs up beneath my arms, I had total access to her cunt and ass. I licked her full length. I drove my tongue deep into her hole. Rising up, I watched as I flattened her labia, spreading them wide, exposing her clit and hole for my view. My tongue reached out, gently touching her clit. It snaked its’ way to her hole, rapidly entering and retreating from her body. I stuck my thumb into her hole. With excessive force, I pushed my thumb deep into her hole. I hammered my hand in and out quickly. I leaned to her clit, grasping it between my teeth. I held firmly, running my tongue back and forth over it as fast as I could. Her body arched repeatedly. Pulling off my cock, I could hear her breathing, or lack thereof. Grunting, she would hold her breath, arch, and repeat.\n“Yes Baby, right there! she huskily whispered. “Suck me! Oh yes,” her voice trailed off. Her body arched, holding up off the bench. She drove her cunt into my face. I sucked faster, flicking my tongue over her clit. Holding her breath, her hips jammed upwards, quivering, fast humps bounced my mouth around. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth as she came hard. Juices were pouring out of her body, down her thighs, reaching the crack of her ass. She whimpered, making noises in her throat and body. I slowed my sucking, allowing her to absorb her orgasm.\n“Stick it in me! Stick it in me,” she repeated.\nDismounting her, I moved down between her legs, sitting upright on the bench. Lying there with her legs over mine, I grabbed my cock, running its head up and down her slit. I let it slap her clit. Her body jumped, so I used my cock to slap her clit again.\n“Fuck me! I need your cock,” she said.\nI walked my ass forward two inches. The head of my cock now penetrated her hole, just the head entered. Using quick humps from my hips, I popped in and out of her cunt. Raising her head up, she glared at me. I knew play time was over. Grabbing her ankles, I raised her legs up, pushing her legs up beside her stomach and chest. My cock entered her body swiftly. Breath escaped her body like I had punched her in the gut.\n“Oh fuck yes Baby!, she screamed. “That’s is, fuck me with your fuck stick!,” she growled. Balancing our bodies, I started to pump my hard cock deep into her tight cunt. Her body rolled up to allow deep penetration. I buried my cock balls deep into her tight cunt.\n“It’s been 4-years since I have been fucked,” she whispered to me. “Make me cum on your cock! Fuck me slow and deep!, she moaned to me. I ground my pelvic bone against hers, driving even more cock into her body. I leaned to kiss her gently, licking her lips, tasting her sweetness. Our tongues played. I slowly started long strokes, withdrawing almost completely out of her body, and then plunging slowly back into the depths of her body. Our bodies made noises, my cock slipping up and out, and plunging back in. Slowly, gently, my cock penetrated her depths. Her hand slipped down between our bodies. She began masturbating her clit as my cock stroked in and out of her. Within several minutes, her body tensed, froze, and began to convulse under me. She made herself cum again. Now my cock was stroking her clit with each deep thrust. She grinned, and hugged me tightly.\n“Thank you Baby,” she whispered. “Now, cum for me. Fill me with your cum,” she finished. “Yes Baby, fuck me hard!”.\nI started pounding her flesh. I hammered her, drove my cock deep into her cunt. I arched high, drove downwards, burying myself deep in her body. Faster, deeper, I drove my cock hard over and over into her receptive hole. All the while, she moaned, groaned, and ground her body back against each thrust, meeting each with lustful abandon.\n“I’m cumming,” I shouted at her. I continued to hammer her cunt. My balls erupted, sending cum along the tubes, out the length of my cock, and filling her hole. Spurt, after spurt, filled her body. As my orgasm subsided, I relaxed on her body, releasing her legs. She wrapped them around my body, pulling my hips tightly against her. Perspiration covered our bodies. We relaxed, allowing our bodies and minds to absorb the warmth, the glow achieved during our lovemaking. I kissed her softly. \n“Good morning,” I whispered into her mouth. “That was the best Monday morning meeting I have had in quite some time,” I continued.\n“That was the best Monday morning meeting I have ever had,” she laughed.\nFrom behind us came “That was an incredible Monday morning meeting,” piped Jane. Glancing around our sides, there sat her mom. Half undressed, I believed she had done herself while I fucked her daughter. She continued to stroke her clit.\nI kissed Shirley deeply, our tongues playing. Kissing down her neck to her tit, I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She gasprd a quick breath of air. I slowly extricated myself from her cunt. Standing, I turned to face Jane. Her eyes were wide.\n“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. Slowly, I moved forward. Reaching Jane, I pulled her face to my flaccid cock.\n“Suck me! I said. Her lips parted, she sucked my cock into her mouth.\nBusiness would have to wait." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate encounter between Dave and Molly as they meet for the first time in a hotel suite. Incorporate elements such as delayed flights, anticipation, and their mutual desire to please each other. Include scenes of oral sex, breast play, tit-fucking, and intense intercourse. Emphasize the power dynamics between them as they take turns dominating each other's pleasure. Suggest tags like BDSM, rough sex, oral pleasure, multiple orgasms, and exhibitionism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Because of his job, encountering delayed flights, angry passengers and rude employees on his way to the airport was nothing new to Dave. Typically he would leave on a Sunday night or Monday morning, returning Wednesday or Thursday to finish up the week back home in the office. But this was no normal trip -- while to many a trip to Cleveland may not seem exciting, they would be wrong. Dave left for the airport straight from the office on Friday. Instead of the normal hotels his company booked for him, he had upgraded to the suite for the weekend.\nThis weekend was the result of much anticipation, waiting, and excitement. Dave was finally meeting his friend Molly. They met online and had been chatting, emailing, calling, and flirting for months now. It just so happened that work was bringing Dave to her neck of the woods this week. Dave decided to come out the weekend before so they could spend some time together.\nOf course, now that the weekend was finally here, Dave had been sitting in the plane on the tarmac for 3 hours, due to thunderstorms. Fortunately the storms seemed to be clearing. Dave had been texting Molly, so she knew what was going on and understood, but Dave still felt bad. They had dinner plans and were going to go out afterwards; he certainly didn't want to miss a minute of it! A friend had dropped her at the airport where Dave was meeting her and using the rental car on the company for the week, taking her back home Sunday night. So he knew that she probably was as bored and anxious as he was.\nFinally the captain made the announcement to buckle seatbelts because they were about to take off. Dave breathed a sigh of relief and excitement and texted Molly one last time, letting her know. It had been a long day. Dave leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, excited but wanting to be well rested. Images of Molly danced through his head, but finally he nodded off, waking up only when he felt and heard the sounds of the plane starting to descend.\nDave shook the sleep out of his head as he gathered his things and walked out of the terminal. It was about 8:30, and the plane was three and a half hours late. Dave looked over the audience of people milling about waiting for their friends, relatives or significant others. Finally Dave found her, sitting in a chair with her head down, reading a magazine. A smile crept across his face when he saw her. Molly looked fantastic, better than any pictures they had ever shared. Her mid-length brunette hair was pulled back. She had on a short jean skirt with her legs crossed, and a tight formfitting Zeppelin t-shirt, showing that she also had excellent taste! Her tight shirt showed off some of her more alluring assets, like her sexy waist and very large chest. Dave tried to make his mind behave, but he guessed that her breasts were at least a D if not larger.\nDave snuck up behind her unseen, putting his hands on her shoulders and whispering,\n\"Boo!\" in her ear.\nMolly sucked in a quick breath and jumped out of her seat, quickly looking Dave up and down and broke, but tried to hide, a smile. She put a hand on her hip and tried to look disapprovingly.\n\"You're late.\" she tried to say crossly.\nDave gave a sarcastic smile. \"Well, you know how planes are. Enough attitude, now get over here!\"\nHe leapt forward and grabbed Molly, picking her up in a tight and affectionate embrace, giving her a peck on the cheek.\n\"It's great to finally meet, babe,\" Dave said, smiling.\n\"You have no idea!\" Molly retorted, smiling back.\nThey made their way to the rental car counter, laughing and small-talking, both very giddy.\nOnce they found the car Dave asked, \"I know its getting late and I know we were going to go straight to dinner, but would you mind if we stopped by the hotel first? I've been in these clothes all day and stuck on the cramped plane for what seems like hours!\"\n\"Making me wait and not even going to feed me now?\" Molly said as she playfully slapped and jabbed Dave in the side. He laughed and tried to tickle her back.\n\"But seriously, I understand. I would want to clean up a bit first too, by all means,\" Molly said putting her arm through Dave's.\n\"Thanks a lot. We will go eat and drink like royalty shortly!\" And with that, he pulled out and drove on to the airport.\nWhen they reached the hotel Dave got out and took all of their bags inside with him while Molly parked the car. She returned, tossing Dave the rental keys as he was checking in. She said, \"The keys to your...um...chariot...sir...\"\nDave laughed. \"Yeah, piece of crap isn't it? But hey, the company is paying for it, so no skin off my teeth!\" They grabbed their bags again and made their way to the elevator.\nThey found their way to the room and opened the door.\n\"Wow, very nice!\" Molly said. \"The company sprang for the suite?\"\n\"Nooooo, I paid for the upgrade. Looks like it was worth it too!\"\nThere was a nice little living area, which led to the bedroom where there was a large king bed. The bathroom had a walk in shower with a glass sliding door and a hot tub with a large ledge facing the shower.\n\"I agree,\" Molly retorted, \"But what's this, the old 'I swear I asked for 2 queen beds, but all they had were Kings' trick?\"\nDave went on the offensive this time, dropping the bags and, grabbing her from behind, wrapped his arms around Molly. \"You knew exactly what you were getting,\" he replied, giving her a little tickle. \"In fact I believe you were the one who asked for one bed?\"\nMolly gave a sheepish smile and leaned her head back, looking back at Dave. \"Shhh.\"\nDave looked down at her. \"Careful with those shhhhes.\" They were both content, but Dave released her. \"If we're ever going to get to dinner, I better hit the shower real quick.\"\n\"Yes, I guess you should,\" Molly said, looking him up and down. \"Go on, get out of here!\" She slapped Dave on the ass and pushed him toward the shower. \"I'll be waaaiting,\" she said tunefully.\nDave closed the door and turned the shower on, undressing as steam filled the bathroom. He stepped in and the hot water poured over his body. It felt as if he were washing the stress of the week away, letting him look forward to the weekend ahead. As Dave washed his hair, his thoughts went to Molly, who was sitting outside waiting for him. He couldn't stop thinking about how sexy she looked with her legs crossed, barely covered by her skirt, and her breasts, wrapped tight in her little t-shirt. The way she smiled and laughed when she looked at him -- how she made him laugh. He couldn't help but wonder what was hiding underneath her sexy outfit.\nAs he rinsed his hair, Dave realized he had the beginnings of a hard-on. He ran his hands down his body and cupped his balls, sliding up to grab his semi- soft shaft and stroked a few times. Dave smiled as he stroked his cock, wondering what Molly would think if she knew he was stroking and thinking about her right now. Dave decided to stop, though; his cock was about half hard, but he realized that Molly was waiting and hungry. His half-hard cock bounced as he reached for the soap.\n\"Don't stop on my account...\" Dave heard a voice say, and he about jumped through the roof and fell over.\n\"Holy shit! You scared me!\" Molly just smiled. \"When did you come in here? I didn't even hear...How long have you been here?\" Dave said as he tried to cover himself.\nMolly's grin widened. \"Long enough, and like I said, don't stop on my account.\" She slid the glass door open, \"But I need a better view, and relax! When did you become Mr. Modest and shy?\"\n\"I just didn't hear...took me by surpr...\" Dave mumbled\n\"Shhh, now stroke that sexy cock for me,\" Molly said as she sat on the ledge of the tub with her legs crossed.\nDave's scare left quickly, and he smiled, quickly getting excited about the performance. Already his cock had grown, and he hadn't even grabbed it again. As Dave took his member in his hand again, he looked Molly in the eyes and began stroking. He worked from the head down his shaft, slowly, then back up, every few strokes gently cupping and pulling on his sack. Molly watched eagerly, uncrossing her legs, but still held them together.\n\"Were you thinking about me when you started masturbating?\" Molly asked, softly and seductively.\n\"Yes,\" Dave replied. \"Thinking about you, your beautiful sexy body, and how I wanted you to see me like this. And how I wanted to see your body as well...\"\nMolly smiled, her legs opening just slightly. \"Shhh...If you're good...and so far you have been...\"\nDave continued working his shaft up and down. As his excitement grew, his hips began rocking with each stroke. The more Dave got into it, the more excited Molly became as well. Her legs were now wide enough that through the steam Dave could see up her skirt. He could see the shadow of her lacy, satin panties, which he hoped were of the thong variety. At the sight of those panties, Dave began working his cock harder and faster. Molly followed his eyes, and slid a hand between her legs, gently rubbing the fabric over her moistening pussy.\n\"That's right, baby -- work that cock,\" Molly whispered. \"I know you like watching me play with my pussy.\" She spread her legs wider as she spoke. \"Are you going to cum for me, Dave?\"\nDave continued stroking. \"I was hoping you were going to help,\" he said, stepping out of the shower stream to the edge of the shower.\nMolly smiled and stood up, walking up to him. \"You've been very good.\" She leaned up and kissed Dave, putting her hands on his chest as their lips locked. \"Very good...\" Molly added as they released their kiss. With that, she let hair down and kneeled in front of Dave.\nMolly took his shaft and slowly stroked, eyeing Dave's cock as she played with and squeezed his balls, looking up at him playfully.\nDave gazed back. \"Careful -- it's not going to be long now...\"\nMolly licked up the length of his shaft. \"Lucky me, I don't even have to work very hard for my reward.\"\nWith that she took Dave's cock in her mouth. As she sucked him in, Dave assumed she was about to stop, but she just kept going, until she sucked down his full length, a respectable 7 or so inches with enough girth to keep any woman happy. Dave watched as his cock disappeared. He let out a low moan as she slowly slid his cock back out of her mouth. Molly wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and began bobbing up and down, stroking Dave as she sucked.\nDave began rocking his hips with her as he got closer and closer, running his fingers through her hair as she bobbed up and down. Her other hand reached up and played with his balls. Dave moaned again, almost inaudibly. As Dave's moans grew louder Molly looked up, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a juicy pop.\nHer hand worked up and down fast. \"Stop holding it back, Dave; I want you to cum for me, now.\" She squeezed Dave's balls as her other hand stroked up and down his length furiously.\nDave let loose with a loud \"mmmahhh fuck!\" Molly felt Dave's cock contract, and quickly wrapped her lips around him again just in time for the first powerful stream of juice to hit her tongue. Dave looked down as she released him from her mouth again and opened up just in time for the next stream to shoot in to her mouth. She continued stroking and sucking, slurping every last drop until Dave's cock began to soften. Molly continued massaging his balls as she rested back on her legs looking up at Dave. Her hair, face, and shirt were all wet from the running shower, but she smiled warmly.\n\"You're all wet,\" Dave said, looking down.\n\"You have no idea,\" Molly retorted, smiling devilishly, \"but you're about to find out.\"\nShe stood up, briefly kissing him again. Molly took Dave's now-limp cock and led him to the bed with it. She sat Dave down on the bed, and stood in front of him. \"Tell me what you want to see.\"\nDave rested back on his elbows. \"No need to stay in that wet t-shirt.\"\nWithout a word Molly slid her hands down her side and underneath her shirt and pulled it over her head, shaking her hair out as she did. Her chest was even larger than Dave had imagined. She lifted and squeezed her breasts together, as if she knew exactly what Dave was thinking. They were gorgeous, and about to spill out of the sexy black lacey bra she was wearing. She gave her nipples a gentle squeeze, and gave a look as to inquire, is that all?\nDave got up off of his elbows, sitting up. \"Why not do away with the skirt as well?\"\nMolly took one step forward, and turned around. She reached around and slid the zipper down. Molly began sliding her skirt down her legs, bending over as she did. Revealing the almost nothing she had on underneath, the matching panties were a very sexy v-string. Dave gazed from Molly's ass down her legs, taking in the view.\n\"Now,\" Dave spoke up, \"stay there, but spread your legs and rub your pussy for me. I want to see how wet you are...\"\nIn one motion Molly spread her legs and moved a hand up her leg and with her middle finger began rubbing over her lips, which Dave could now see were freshly shaved. Dave felt his cock begin to come to life again as Molly leaned to one side, peering around to watch him. She pushed her v-string to one side as she did, revealing her already- dripping pussy, Molly worked a finger between her lips, moving up and down her slit, stopping every so often to play with her clit.\nSmiling and enjoying, Dave finally spoke up. \"I'm loving the show, but I can't wait any longer. I need you here with me.\"\nDave put a hand on her hip and turned Molly around, pulling her to him. Her chest was now face level to Dave. He ran his hands up her side and cupped them, holding their weight in his palm. He slid his hands up the front of her breast; as he did, Dave felt her nipples already hardening under neat the lace. He hooked his fingers under the top of her bra and pulled the fabric down over her nipples. Her nipples matched her breasts perfectly; Dave squeezed them tight, slowly taking each nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly as he released it from his lip, then moved on to the next.\nMolly moaned lightly as Dave moved back and forth between her breasts, pausing only briefly to reach around and unhook her bra, tossing it aside. Molly's nipples were like rocks inside Dave's mouth, and he loved it. As he sucked, Dave's hands worked and massaged her breasts, working from the base, circling up to the nipple, pinching and pulling lightly each time he reached her peek. Molly was grinding her hips into Dave; although he was not hard again yet, he had gained enough strength for her to know it was there, and growing.\nMolly grabbed Dave's head and pulled their lips together, giving his lower lip a nibble.\n\"God, fuck me Dave,\" she whispered breathlessly in his ear.\n\"Shh,\" Dave whispered back. At this, Molly shot him a look of passion and desire, pushing her hips down at Dave's cock. Dave kissed her neck, starting at her ear, down to her collar bone, then the same on the other side. Dave noticed she had soaked though her v-sting and was now soaking Dave's cock, much to his delight.\nDave reached around and underneath Molly, picking her up and laying her down on the bed. Dave now stood over her. He reached down and grabbed the strings of her panties, pulling them down her legs, and up over her feet, that were now lifted in the air. Dave looked down at her now-naked body. She was shaved except for a nice landing strip, and Dave remembered telling her that was his favorite. Her legs and lips spread, eagerly awaiting his cock, but he was patient. Dave ran a hand down each leg, stopping right where her legs and labia met, then began kissing down her leg, stopping at the same point again. Dave looked up; Molly had put a pillow under her head, so she could see over her voluptuous breasts. She breathed heavily, passion and hunger all over her face. Dave kissed down her other leg, again stopping, but this time, Molly wrapped her legs around Dave's head and neck, pulling his face into her aching pussy.\nDave ran his tongue up from her opening to her clit, taking her clit between his lips and sucking hard. Molly let out a moan and pushed her hips toward Dave's face, while pulling him in with her legs. Dave was literally buried between her legs, and loved ever second of it. The taste, the smell, her wetness, each grew better with every flick of his tongue. Dave reached a hand down, and as his tongue worked over Molly's swollen clit, Dave sucked hard and fast, at the same time plunging two fingers inside her waiting cunt. She gasped and bucked her hips and ass as he did.\nDave began sliding his pointer and middle fingers in and out forcefully, hooking them back towards himself with each stroke out. His tongue lapped at her clit as he did, pulling it between his lips each time she let out a moan. Dave pulled his head away from her crotch long enough to look up to Molly's face. Her back arched as she squeezed her tits tightly between her palms. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth agape, letting out little moans and heavy breaths.\nDave continued working his fingers in and out, his other hand holding her as she worked her hips with each stroke in and out. She opened her eyes after Dave's tongue had left her clit for a few moments. Molly grinned, hunger in her eyes.\n\"Either get back down there...or give me that dick...\" she got out between pants.\nDave pulled his fingers out and stood up, his cock now rock-hard and at full attention again. \"You mean this?\" he said, gently stroking it again.\nMolly began fingering her pussy and just nodded, rocking her hips hard as she plunged her fingers into her opening. Never taking her eyes off of Dave as he moved forward, she spread her legs, expecting him to finally fill her with his manhood, but instead he climbed over her and straddled Molly's waist.\nDave looked down at her and put his cock between her beautiful tits, \"Wrap your tits around my cock,\" he said. \"Then I'll fuck you.\" Dave knew this was driving her insane, but she loved it; the devilish grin on her face just kept getting bigger.\n\"You know that's not what I meant, you bastard.\" She said looking up, but wrapped them around his cock as she said it. Dave began pumping his cock between Molly's tits as she squeezed them tight, pinching and pulling her nipples as she did, watching Dave look down at her, and his cock sliding between her breasts.\n\"I'm giving you exactly what you asked for. How could I resist? You have the most amazing tits I've ever seen,\" Dave teased.\nMolly gritted her teeth. \"Thank you, but I need you inside me, Dave, and I need it now.\"\nWith that, she knocked away Dave's arms, which were supporting his weight on the bed while he worked his cock between Molly's breasts. Surprised, Dave fell on top of her, but in the same motion Molly rolled over and positioned herself on top. She grabbed Dave's arms and pinned them above his head, breathing hard, her tits bouncing in Dave's face.\n\"Don't even think about moving,\" Molly said, kissing Dave deeply. \"Had to make me take it, did you?\" she said, grinning excitedly.\nMolly let Dave's arms go and sat up just enough to reach back and grab his cock. She positioned it only momentarily over her slit before sliding down onto Dave's shaft. She was more than ready; after positioning herself for only a second she began rocking back and forth, riding up and down on Dave's cock. Molly kneeled, and positioned her hands on Dave's shoulders, giving her the leverage she needed to thrust her hips up and down, taking the full length of his cock each time.\nMolly's tits hung over Dave's chest and face. With his hands free he reached up and held them, squeezing tight, supporting their weight as she rocked up and down, pinching and sucking her nipples when he could reach.\nMolly slammed down hard on Dave's shaft and paused momentarily, kissing him and biting his lip, then sat up straight, arching her back. She began grinding her hips. Dave's cock slowly slid back and forth, in and out of Molly's pussy, as her clit rubbed against his hips. Molly moaned, arching further back, her chest sticking out. Dave reached down and held her hips and ass, spanking her lightly, helping her grind back and forth, letting out low moans and grunts as he watched her pussy slide back and forth. \nDave began to sit up, wrapping his arms underneath Molly's ass. He looked into her eyes, which were pleading for him not to stop; he had no intention of stopping anyway, but liked the tease. Dave scooped her up and laid Molly on her back again, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her legs spread. Dave took his cock and slid it over her gaping, wet slit, smacking the head of his cock on her clit. Molly gritted her teeth, smiling again.\n\"Dave, fuck me, now! I need to cum! I need you to cum!\" Molly said forcefully as she stared into Dave's eyes.\nDave took her legs and rested them over his shoulders, sliding his cock back inside of Molly at the same time. Dave slid in and out with forceful rhythmic strokes, their bodies slapping together with each thrust in. Dave watched Molly's tits bounce each time his hip pumped against her ass and his balls rubbed against her anus. Molly's breathing began to quicken.\nThe sound of her growing orgasm only made Dave more excited, so he began thrusting with more force. Her legs no longer hooked over his shoulders, but Dave had her ankles in his hand, holding her legs up, spreading them wide. Dave kept looking from Molly's beautiful face, to her bouncing tits, down to his cock pumping in and out of her warm, sweet pussy, and with each stroke he began to speed up.\nMolly was panting and screaming now, \"Oh God... harder...deeper,\" she was moaning between breaths.\nDave was more than happy to accommodate, so he put her legs back over his shoulders and leaned forward over her, till her knees were almost touching her shoulders. His cock slammed in and out, hard and fast; the sound of their bodies slapping together was almost drowned out by the mix of their grunts and moans.\nFinally Molly built up and let out a loud yell, screaming with relief. Dave felt the walls of her vagina contract around his cock. He slowed his stokes as she came, and the feeling was enough to push Dave over the edge as well. His cock tightened, and then for the second time tonight, he spilled his hot cum into a second hole of Molly's. Dave continued stroking in and out until both their orgasms slowed. He let her legs back down, but kept them hooked over his shoulders, continuing to slide his cock in and out until he was too limp to continue and slid out. Dave moved up the bed and positioned himself facing her, their bodies pressed together.\n\"That was more than I could ever have dreamed or imagined,\" Dave said, smiling down at Molly.\n\"I know,\" Molly replied, grinning back smugly.\nShe couldn't hold it for long, though, and a laugh broke though. She wrapped her arms around Dave, kissing him gently, and settled in.\n\"So, what about dinner?\" Dave asked.\n\"You, sir, are not going anywhere. Grab a Coke from the machine if you need it, but you're all mine tonight. Like it or leave it, mister,\" Molly said, squeezing him tight.\n\"I guess I'll like it...\" Dave said, letting out a sigh, but sliding a hand over her landing strip and soft wet lips as he did.\n\"Shh...\" she whispered back.\n\"Sorry, too late for that,\" Dave replied, pulling Molly close, wrapping his arms around her as he did." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and forbidden romance between Steve, a successful author, and Darlene, the beautiful owner of a secluded house. Write a steamy scene where they give in to their desires on the deck overlooking the meadow. Incorporate elements such as oral sex, intense orgasms, and exhibitionism as they indulge in their newfound connection. Use descriptive language to capture the sensuality of their encounter and highlight the contrast between Darlene's elegant appearance and her wild passion.\n\nTags: erotic romance, forbidden love affair, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, oral sex" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was a bit early. Forty-five minutes to be exact. But I'd done that on purpose. The listing I was interested in was clear across town from where I currently lived. Not only was I unfamiliar with the area, as far as ever having gone there to see it, I wanted to get a look at the place from the outside myself first. If I didn't like the way it looked from the outside, there was still plenty of time to call the realtor and cancel my appointment.\nI'd recently been published, my first novel. My advance had been enough to lift my eyebrows and paint a smile on my face that felt permanent. Things were looking up, my old apartment, shabby disheveled, and now woefully inadequate for my new status, had spurred me into looking for a new place to live. Not just any place either. I wanted something reclusive, a nice quiet place where I could write, away from the sounds of the city, honking horns, barking dog's...sirens. It had been so long since I'd heard a bird singing, I'd almost forgotten what that sounded like.\nI'd been looking at listings for over a week now, found two I thought sounded interesting and called the respective realtor's setting up appointments. The first was an open-house that I was told would be going on all weekend. It was important that I get there today as I was assured the place wouldn't be on the market very long. It had just appeared for one, listed well below the home's value from what I was told, though the reason for that would be explained later, after I'd had a chance to look at the place.\n\"Yeah sure,\" I thought to myself wondering. Though the price was indeed within the range I was considering. But I couldn't help but wonder why the owners were in such a hurry to let it go for one, if it in fact promised everything the ad said it had. Still, the agent I spoke to assured me that it would no doubt be gone before the weekend was up. I couldn't help but wonder if that was a typical ploy in trying to get people to jump at a preconceived bargain, not knowing all the facts. Arriving early would at least give me a chance to see it for myself before subjecting myself to the long drawn out sales pitch I was anticipating.\nI stopped checking directions, a stone paved driveway stood in front of me, the address I was looking at carved in the stump of what was once an enormous pine tree from the looks of it. Along the drive, several more pines, each one towering majestically towards the sky, giving the long drive way an almost tunnel like feel to it as I turned in.\n\"So far so good,\" I thought to myself. The closest neighbor from what I could tell was a quarter of a mile away on either side. The house itself tucked back well within the property, one side shielded against the North winds by a sizeable hill that gave the place an air of rustic, comfy, seclusion, just what I was looking for. I pulled up into the circular driveway just in front of the house, though noticing a three-car garage connected to it as I pulled in. \"Perhaps in a couple of years, a few more books, I could actually afford to fill up the garage,\" I mused to myself stepping out of the car.\nI looked up noticed the door was open, a sign with balloons attached to it planted in the ground nearby. I read, \"Open house\" walking up the carved stone stairway towards the door. With the door open I knocked. Even though the realtor I was expecting to show me the place wasn't expected for another forty minutes or so yet, I knew there might be others there who would be, showing the same place to their clients.\n\"Hello?\" I said stepping in through the door, though no one answered, and no one appeared there to greet me. I wasn't too surprised the place wasn't locked to be honest about it, it was far out and away from a lot of things, including crime from what the statistics had showed when I Googled the area I was considering. Another plus...and a big one! The place was nicely furnished, very much so. Nothing too elaborate or fancy...more comfortable, again rustic. Just the way I liked it. There had been a proviso in the sale of the house, much of the furniture could and would be included if the prospective buyer wanted it for a considerable discount. That too was within my range, and certainly an option. I stood fingering the soft leather upholstery of a particular chair, envisioning myself sitting in front of it by the fire, smoking a pipe. I didn't smoke, but the image fit.\n\"Hello.\"\nI jumped, not expecting to hear the sound of a female voice. Turning, I saw a beautiful young woman having just come through the door. She wore her dark hair comfortably resting about her shoulders, thick wavy and lustrous, just like her eyes. Her legs were long, disappearing beneath a modestly hemmed skirt, yet hinting at the elegance of their shape. Her breasts full, pressing against the material of her white sheer blouse, the lacy pattern of her bra peeking through it, likewise hinting at the treasures concealed there beneath it.\n\"Hi, I'm Steve,\" I said holding out my hand in greeting. \"I'm a bit early,\" I said a little sheepishly.\n\"Yeah, me too,\" she smiled back introducing herself. \"Darlene,\" she smiled flashing me the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, lighting up the deep-set blue eyes I found myself swimming in as I stood there looking at her.\n\"Nice place,\" I quickly added, \"though to be honest, I've only seen this much of it,\" I said looking about as I stood there.\n\"Shall we take a tour of the rest of it?\" she then asked. I grinned at her feeling like a teenage kid again, though I quickly followed her into an adjoining room, which was obviously the kitchen area. She briefly pointed out all the obvious amenities, along with a very large fully stocked pantry off to one side.\n\"That's nice,\" I said upon seeing it. If I was smart and bought things well enough ahead of time, I'd only have to take the drive back into the city to do my main grocery shopping once a month rather than weekly the way I'd been doing. I soon after followed her up the stairs to what was obviously the bedroom, watching the tightness of her firm ass struggling within the confines of the tight skirt she was wearing. She looked back catching me doing that, at least I thought so anyway, though she smiled.\nShe stood in the doorway of what was obviously the master bedroom. It was spacious, a bit feminine in décor, but I could easily fix that. I followed her out to what was obviously a spacious deck through a pair of French doors, delighted to see a small, yet cozy patio table and two chairs. The view beyond looking down into a spacious meadow, happenstance perhaps, fate...whatever you want to call it, as a huge Bull Moose stood in the middle of it grazing as we stood there leaning against the railing looking at it.\n\"That come with the house?\" I asked jokingly. It was after all on my property. \"Hmm, my property!\" I silently mused speaking to myself. Already I was thinking of it in those terms.\n\"Beautiful isn't it?\" she asked looking out, though I stood back slightly behind her, looking at her as I answered.\n\"Very.\" Though I was in fact once again seeing myself sitting here out on the deck early morning, cup of coffee, my lap top, bird song...the sound of her voice speaking to me as she stepped out onto the deck from the bedroom. Wearing nothing more than a simple terry cloth robe. I sighed, chasing away the fantasy and the image, though still looking at her as she turned. Once again she smiled as though aware of my thoughts.\n\"Peaceful isn't it?\"\n\"Yes, I said grinning once again. \"Very.\"\n\"Romantic too.\"\nThat one surprised me, but I nodded my head in agreement.\n\"Married?\" she asked.\n\"Ah...no, not since the last time I checked anyway,\" I said trying to keep the mood light. Now it was her turn to nod her head.\n\"No doubt you'd use one of the other two bedrooms as some sort of study, work room then,\" she questioned. \"What do you do for a living anyway?\" she asked curiously.\nIt was nice, a bit of a self ego boost when I answered. \"I'm a writer,\" I responded, \"An author,\" I amended, liking the sound of that a lot better. Certainly better than my previous profession anyway. \"I'm a shoe salesman. Or was...\" I said answering myself.\nShe smiled at that, a twinkle in her eye of curious interest. \"What kind of books do you write?\" she then asked.\n\"Book,\" I thought silently, quickly if I'd wanted to be honest and correct her. But I didn't. \"Oh, fantasy mostly...but not the typical variety of a lot of authors,\" I told her already sensing that Fantasy wasn't obviously part of the genre she was used to reading. \"The difference being, my Elves, Gnomes and Dwarves have intimate relations.\"\nShe laughed at that, once again her smile lighting up her face, her eyes sparkling in the morning sun back lighting her where she stood, just like an angel. Or a beautiful Elf. And I nearly told her that. She looked like a beautiful sexy elf, all she needed was a pair of pointed ears peaking through the thick main of her dark hair to complete the fantasy.\n\"I guess I never thought of that,\" she said still grinning. \"Makes sense though, I guess Elves, Gnomes, and what was it? Dwarves? Have sex just like everyone else otherwise they wouldn't exist now would they?\"\nI didn't have the heart to say the obvious. Fantasy creatures all cavorting about having sex. My own fantasy traveling at light speed here right now as I envisioned taking her while bending her over the railing. Which is about the time I felt the hard press of my rapidly stiffening cock against my jeans. It was time to talk about something else, think about something else before things got any worse than they already were. Her eyes told me as she glanced briefly down however, that was possibly already too late.\n\"What's the name of the book?\" She then asked.\n\"Dragon's Breath,\" I said smiling proudly. I watched as she made a mental note of it. Though realizing she had herself corrected my earlier omission.\n\"What else have you written?\" she asked, though turning back to face the meadow beyond, our moose...my moose, only then nonchalantly walking back into the trees out of sight.\nTurning her back gave me a bit more courage to answer that one. At least I didn't have to see the initial response in her face as I answered that, which I did, surprising myself.\n\"Erotica,\" I said simply, though not wanting it to sound like I wrote nothing more than pornographic books or stories, trying to soften it to some degree. \"You know... bedtime stories for adults, that sort of thing.\"\n\"Hmm, that's interesting,\" she said her back towards me, giving me a moment to once again admire her shapely legs, ass, seeing her turn a moment later while doing that. Her movement forced my eyes to look up as she did so. But they were not expecting to see what I then saw as she did. She had opened her blouse entirely, every single button now undone, her lacy bra clearly revealed, the soft pink skin hidden beneath it now even more clearly defining the sexy lace of her bra. I know my mouth was open, because I closed it, swallowing, only then looking into her eyes, forcing my stare away from her nearly exposed tits.\n\"So I take it you write about fantasies? Or from real experiences?\" she asked, her hand suddenly reaching down off to one side on her skirt, the sound of her fingers slowly undoing the zipper on it as she stood there.\nI swallowed again forgetting what I was going to say, then remembering. \"Ah mostly...just my own vivid imagination,\" I replied, my cock once again lurching, reminding me this wasn't my imagination that was happening here. Certainly no fantasy either.\nI watched her skirt fall down around her ankles as she stepped out of it, now wearing nothing more than a pair of high-heels, pantyhose and her bra as she slipped out of her white blouse, now adding it to the rapidly growing pile. Words failed me.\n\"Cat got your tongue?\" she asked. \"For a writer, you sure don't have much to say,\" she then added, pausing as her bra came undone, catching it with her hands, still holding it against her breasts concealing them momentarily.\n\"Oh, I'm saying plenty,\" I finally allowed. \"But like any writer, it's mostly inside my head at the moment, I'm writing about a hundred words a minute in fact,\" I said grinning at her. \"And they're all dirty words too,\" I now confessed, once again hearing her laugh.\n\"So how would you describe me now? If you were writing the story,\" she said still shielding herself.\n\"You want the long drawn out flowery version? Or the short condensed one?\" I asked.\nOnce again she laughed, tossing her head back. I half expected to see pointed ears. I loved hearing her laugh. Better than bird song even. \"Give me the shorter version,\" she answered.\n\"She had great tits,\" I said simply.\n\"How do you know? You haven't even seen them yet,\" she asked.\n\"I skipped ahead, I'm already past the part where you let the bra fall away,\" which it then did, confirming my earlier assumption. \"Like I said...\"\nDarlene stood in front of me, two beautiful twin orbs, heavy against her chest, a tear drop shape, each one capped with dollar sized nipples, light brown in color with hard little protruding extensions that begged to be played with. Once again, she surprised me as she began doing so herself.\n\"Go on...\" she grinned lustfully. \"What else? How would you write yourself into the story line now?\" She asked.\n\"Same vein? Or we back to flowery?\" I asked.\n\"Don't change the flow...\" she grinned back, fingering her nipples.\n\"Hard and horny,\" I responded her eyes once again traveling down towards my crotch, likewise confirming the fact I was.\n\"So you are,\" she spoke stepping towards me. \"Is this where the female character reaches down and removes his cock from his pants?\"\n\"Yeah, pretty much,\" I said as she began doing just that. Seconds later releasing my rock hard cock, holding it in her hand as she stood there examining it.\n\"Now what?\" she asked. \"What happens next?\"\n\"Next, the male character in the story takes off her pantyhose, then has her lift one leg, placing it on the second railing as she stands next to it,\" I tell her. She smiled at that, taking instruction, and soon stood, just as I imagined her doing. Now totally naked, save for the heels as she supported herself on the rail, legs spread slightly. I grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs, tossing it down and then knelt on it between her legs.\n\"What happens now?\" she asked, her breath coming in a whisper.\n\"This is the part where he licks her cunt, makes her come while she stands there,\" I said leaning forward.\n\"Oh yeah...I like that part, very much,\" she moaned as my tongue just then began to run up the deliciously wet slit between her legs.\n##\nFinding her clit, I lapped at it lightly, though furiously in the beginning. Darlene rested one hand on the railing for support, the other on my head, pressing my face even more fully against her as I alternated between tongue flicks, to clit sucks as I gathered her tiny nubbin between my lips, gently working it.\n\"Oh fuck!\" she moaned, shaking, her body telling me in the process just how good it was she was feeling, once again moaning softly, mashing my head against her cunt as I continued tickling her clit with my tongue, now adding a finger. \"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!\" she exclaimed as I now added a second sensation to her pleasures.\nIt wasn't long before I felt her fingers literally pulling my hair, she was quaking and shivering uncontrollably, thrashing wildly now, screaming actually, which was music to my ears. But the sudden warm flow of her juices filling my mouth as I latched onto, sucking her clit, told me what I already knew anyway.\n\"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!\" she cried out over and over again. Barely able to even breathe the words moments later when she simply said, \"Fuck me!\"\nI don't think there's a single time when I stripped out of my jeans, along with my shoes, faster than I did now. In seconds, they were all off, and I was stepping behind her as she leaned against the railing, half bending over it just as I'd earlier imagined her doing.\n\"Fuck me!\" she now actually screamed. \"Stick it in! Shove that hard fucking cock into my cunt!\"\nI couldn't have written the dialogue any better. It fit the mood and passion of the moment perfectly. She was still dripping wet after her recent spending as I placed the head of my prick at her opening and shoved. Within a millisecond of time, I was buried balls deep inside that heavenly passage, no words of encouragement now needed as I began thrusting in and out of her. Darlene ground back against me, meeting each powerful lunge, flesh slapping against flesh. I looked up just in time to see the Moose reappear, his head lifted looking in our direction. Darlene's cry of pleasure easily heard, the lusty sounds of our frenzied coupling filling the air as with piston-like strokes I pummeled the recess of that slick wet cunt, fucking it for all I was worth.\nShe must have been multiorgasmic, it hadn't been any more than a minute since she'd actually climaxed, and suddenly she was doing so again. I felt the additional release of her warm female fluids bathing my cock, surrounding it. The sudden additional squishy sounds emanating from her pussy as I thrust in and out of her, feeling my own surge of needful release tightening my balls. Coincidentally perhaps, she reached down between her legs, finding them.\n\"Cum in me!\" She screamed out. \"Squirt that fucking juice inside my cunt!\"\nFollowing direction, I did. Surge after delicious surge of my spunk leapt from the head of my dick, bathing the inside of her fuck-tunnel as I continued slamming into it, feeling her release even more of her own female nectar as I did so, coming once again.\nIt felt like an eternity as the two of us stood there trying to collect ourselves. My cock finally softening just enough that it fell out of her slick, almost too sloppy pussy all on its own. Remnants of both spending's running down her legs, a few cum-puddles dripping out of her with an erotic, decadent \"splat\" on the redwood deck beneath her.\n\"Fuck!\" Was all I could say as I staggered back, half collapsing down into one of the chairs.\n\"You can say that again,\" she grinned with a contented sigh, which is about the time we both heard the doorbell ring. I looked up towards her quizzically. She was already scrambling for her clothes, laughing hysterically. \"That's got to be Marsha!\" she exclaimed still laughing, still trying to collect her breath.\n\"Marsha?\"\n\"Yeah...the realtor?\"\nI'd managed to get my pants back on, stepping into my shoes. Thank god they were loafers.\n\"But I thought...I thought you were the realtor!\" I half stammered.\n\"Me?\" she burst out laughing even harder, the sound of which we now realized had drawn Marsha towards us as she began making her way up the stairs. \"I'm...I'm the owner!\" she said literally wiping the tears away from her eyes now, she'd barely gotten her skirt back on, realizing there wasn't enough time for the bra, tossing it over the railing instead as she hurriedly slipped back into her shirt, buttoning it. Even then I knew full well that her breasts, particularly her nipples would be easily seen through the almost too sheer material. Bad enough she was standing there with her wrinkled shirt tail still hanging out in back as the actual realtor stepped into the bedroom, seeing us and came our way.\nOnce again I was at a loss for words as Marsha joined us. Though she smiled, her eyes took in everything. My hair was a mess as was Darlene's, no amount of straightening could have hidden the fact we looked like we'd just crawled out of bed. Marsha even turned, looking back into the bedroom as though checking to see if the sheets were indeed neatly tucked as they'd appeared to be upon entering.\n\"I see you've already met Steven,\" she said speaking to Darlene. \n\"You might could say that...yes,\" Darlene grinned back at her, only then reaching behind herself to finish tucking in her blouse. Though all that did was further define her bare breasts as they pressed forwards against the fabric, her dark hardened nipples clearly poking against the material, which Marsha didn't fail in seeing.\n\"So, Steven...\"\n\"Steve,\" I said correcting her, holding out my hand in greeting, only then realizing it smelled like pussy as I offered it.\n\"Steve,\" she said taking my hand, looking down at it...though she smiled as she held it. \"So, Steve...\" she said repeating herself. \"How much of the house have you seen?\"\n\"Only about a third of it,\" Darlene answered for me as she ran her fingers through her hair combing it back into place. I was content to let might sit wildly. Perhaps Marsha would think I actually wore it like that in the first place, though the truth was, no one was fooling anyone at this point, and we all knew it.\n\"I see,\" Marsha smiled back. \"In that case, should we finish the tour?\"\n\"Well, we can...but it's not really necessary,\" I then stated. \"I've already decided. I'll take it!\"\nMarsha was grinning from ear to ear, as was Darlene, though she suddenly frowned. \"There is one small little matter we need to discuss before you actually decide that,\" she then said. \"One of the reasons I'm letting the place go so cheaply, is because I come with it,\" she then said.\n\"Excuse me?\"\n\"Didn't Marsha tell you before you came here?\" She asked turning towards her.\n\"Sorry...no, I was planning on doing that after I'd had a chance to show him around first,\" she said looking embarrassed. I looked back and forth between the two, still waiting for an explanation, and still wondering if I had heard her right in the second place.\n\"You see...the reason I'm letting it go for far less than it's actually worth, is because I need a place to stay for a while myself, while I look for another place. I'll be in one of the other rooms, whichever one you don't need to use for a while, while I'm looking. But I didn't want to rush into getting into anything either, not until I've found something I like and can afford. So...that's why,\" she said looking at me expectantly. I know by the look she must have seen in my face she thought I was reconsidering my offer. \"I guess I can lower the price a little bit,\" she then added, though I caught the sudden stern look of disapproval given her by Marsha upon hearing her say that.\n\"Glad you said that first...\" I stated grinning from ear to ear.\n\"What? Why?\" they both asked almost simultaneously.\n\"Because I was prepared to say I'd be willing to go a little higher if I had to...even knowing that.\" Now they were both smiling, well...Darlene was anyway.\n\"Why are you selling it in the first place?\" I found myself asking her. \"This place is beautiful! It's perfect!\"\n\"Yes it is,\" Darlene said sadly. \"This was...my parent's place. But a year ago, my father died, and recently my mother. Couldn't afford to live up here and maintain the place all by myself, so....had no other choice but to sell it until I could find another place to live myself. Hence the clause about my living here for a while until I do.\"\nI stood there trying to look serious, considering what she'd said. Once again Marsha looked worried and wanted to show me the rest of the place. \"Downstairs, out back there's a nice large hot-tub. There is also a small gym, game room, sauna, along with a full bath.\" She turned intending to lead me out.\nThis was getting better and better. \"Like I said earlier, I'll take it,\" I announced, stopping her in her tracks. Once again she turned back around towards me.\n\"Really?\" Darlene said beaming excitedly. \"You will? And I can stay here for a while? Until I find a place?\"\n\"As far as I'm concerned, you can stay here indefinitely. And as far as you needing to sleep in another room? That's not necessary either. This one's plenty big for the two of us! But yes...I would like to see the rest of the place too,\" I announced. Once again Marsha nearly turned, her eyes suddenly going wide before she did so. I glanced over towards Darlene, her hands had already undone the button's on her blouse once again, her magnificent tits fully exposed.\n\"I'll show him around myself Marsha,\" she told the woman. \"Room by room.\"\nWe heard Marsha giggling to herself all the way down the stairs. The last sound, the door closing as she left. Even as Darlene came into my arms, I thought silently. \"God...I hope she took the sign down!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the forbidden desires and intense passion between Phil, a middle-aged businessman, and Breezy, his goth assistant. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission as Phil discovers Breezy's hidden tattoos that lead to her most intimate areas. Describe their electrifying foot massage session that escalates into an explosive encounter where they indulge in oral pleasure. Craft a scene where Phil finally penetrates Breezy's tight body, exploring the limits of her pleasure while promising not to cum inside her. Conclude the prompt by highlighting their insatiable desire for each other, teasing a future encounter filled with wild exploration using condoms. Remember to include tags such as age gap, workplace romance, foot fetish, BDSM dynamics, oral sex, vaginal penetration, dominant male/submissive female dynamics." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know Phil, I wish you would call me Breezy.\"\nHe looked over the top of his menu at his 22 year old assistant and asked her, \"Why would I call you that, Beatrice?\"\nBreezy smiled and ran her hand through her unnaturally black shoulder length hair, \"Because that's what all of his friends call me.\"\n\"It would feel a little presumptuous; I'm almost twice your age.\"\nBreezy sat boring a hole through his sole with her eyes. Not for the first time, he tried to figure out what she would look like if she dressed a little more feminine. He knew she was goth or emo or whatever it's called these days on her own time and she toned down her look to be a little more professional on the job, but she always dressed a little boyish, hiding the curves of her hips and ass. Despite the fact she kept her body covered up, Phil could tell she was a lovely woman under there somewhere.\nBreezy playfully said, \"I'm hurt, I thought we were friends.\" She winked one of her bright blue eyes at him.\n\"Okay Breezy, you win.\" He paused as she smiled at her victory. \"Just during dinner tonight.\" Her smile became a petulant pout.\nPhil had always resisted being too familiar with his female subordinates because he didn't think it would be appropriate for him to even appear to flirt with the girls that work for him. The only reason he brought her with him on this trip alone was the fact that she claimed to not be into men. He once overheard Tracy, a hopeful girl in the office, ask if she was lesbian and Breezy had quickly, quietly and definitively said no. Still, her 'no men' pledge meant it was unlikely that anyone else in the office (or his wife, not that she seemed to care) would think that she was trading sex for a promotion.\nAfter dinner they regrouped in his hotel room to go over the proposal they were presenting the next day. While they went over the details, Breezy took off her shoes to get more comfortable and he noticed a series of small tattoos on the top of her right foot that formed a trail up her ankle and disappeared under her pant leg. They were small stars, hearts, diamonds, swirls, and other various charms. Near her toes the trail was narrow, only a quarter inch wide, as it reached her ankle the trail had gradually widened until it was about an inch wide.\nWhen he looked up, he saw she was watching him study her foot.\n\"Do you like what you see?\" she asked playfully.\n\"It's interesting. I've never really seen a tattoo up close. How far up your leg do they go?\"\n\"All the way to my shoulder.\" She pointed to a spot on the front of her left shoulder.\n\"I never noticed before.\"\n\"I keep them covered in the office.\" She sat on the bed and motioned him over to sit next to her. \"You can take a closer look if you want.\"\nWhen he sat down Breezy put her foot in his lap. He brushed his fingers over the colorful images and pushed the loose leg of her masculine suit pants up to get a better look. She had gorgeous legs that he massaged as he ran his fingers over the little pictures inked into her pale, creamy white skin. He pushed her pant leg all the way up past her knee. He was mesmerized by the images and enjoyed the soft feel of her leg while he caressed her flesh so much that he lost track of himself. It had been too long since he had last tenderly touched a woman.\nBreezy cleared her throat bringing him back into the real world.\n\"Very pretty.\" He said referring to her leg more than the tattoos.\n\"You have great hands.\" She said. He had touched her in just the right way to stoke a fire in her. \"Your wife is a lucky woman.\" Reminding him and herself that he had other obligations.\n\"You should tell her. She doesn't like to be touched.\" He said too much. His wife and he still had a sex life, but that was it, only sex. No caressing or cuddling. She laid there like she was duty bound and let him do his thing a few times a month. He would lick between her legs until she was wet, then mount her. He wasn't sure if he still loved her, things weren't the same as when they first married. She loathed more contact than required. He was becoming more certain everyday that she didn't love him; he was only a meal ticket. He would complain but he was getting a lot more sex than his friends who only got sex on their birthdays or if they got their wives really drunk. Maybe he could work it out. Find what was lost.\n\"Her loss.\" Breezy said as she looked down at her foot, which Phil was still holding in his lap. He figured she was asking him to let go, but he really wanted to keep on going, even if it wasn't going to lead to anything else.\n\"How about a foot massage?\" Phil offered.\n\"Awesome!\" He was a little surprised at how quickly and enthusiastically she responded. She put her other foot in his lap too.\nHe stood up letting her feet drop. \"Lay flat on the bed.\" He ordered. When she was situated, he pulled her pants up her slim legs as far as they would go, exposing her to about mid thigh. He started on her left foot and gradually worked his way up to the pant cuffs stretched around her thigh, and then he moved to the other foot and repeated the process. Breezy would moan and writhe around when he hit the right spots. After he finished with her exposed skin, he lightly trace his fingers along the inside of her thigh over the tattoos. He joked, \"If you want me to keep going the pants will have to come off.\"\nShe didn't hesitate one moment. Her hands fiddled with the front of her pants and an instant later, she had them off. His eyes searched over her 5 foot 4 inch body. Breezy had a great figure. She had slender legs wide hips and a small firm butt. She laid back in her black low cut cotton panties. He could see a hint of her narrow waist disappearing under the dress shirt she wore. 'Too bad I'm married and she's not into guys' he thought. He found her very desirable.\nPhil went back to work on her left leg starting at the knee. As he worked her thigh, he felt a little guilty, he was getting way too much enjoyment out of this. He was hard in his pants. He hoped she didn't notice. When he reach her underwear line he switched legs. The tattoos on her right leg stayed toward the inside of her thigh before disappearing into her knickers next to her pubic mound. The tattoo trail was about two inches wide in this area.This time she moaned and grunted throughout the massage. He spent way too much time in the gap between her thighs and got way too close to her covered privates. He even palmed her covered ass a few times. They had long since crossed the line of what could be seen as appropriate. He would have stopped, but Breezy kept encouraging him to keep going. She would gasp, \"yes\" or moan \"right there\" at the exact moments he thought he had gone to far. Twice he pulled back when he felt he was in a danger zone (like the first time he squeezed her ass) and she would say, \"no, don't stop.\"\nShe wanted him. She wasn't going to make the first move, but if he did she was planning on saying yes, and he seemed to be well on his way.\nWhen he was done, he lightly traced the path of tattoos again. Breezy looked like she really enjoyed his light brushes so he got bold enough to allow his fingers follow the trail all the way to her underwear.\n\"Where does it go from here?\" He asked tracing around her cotton covered mound, asking about both the tattoo trail and the path of sexual interaction they were on.\nBreezy shuddered and squealed under her breath in time with his light touches on her mons. She didn't verbally respond as she pulled the bottom hem of her shirt up to just below her breasts. The tattooed path exited her panties in the center below her navel. It veered off to the left side of her flat abdomen and went up the side of her ribcage as far as he could see.\nHe seemed stuck, so Breezy sat up and asked, \"Will you do full body?\"\nPhil nodded and she pulled her shirt over her head before laying back. She was not wearing a bra. She was so small up top she didn't need one for support. The tattoos stayed to the left of her breasts and curved around the top of them until they ended on the front of her left shoulder.\nHe gawked until she said, \"Don't just stare, you can look while you work.\"\nHe gave her a full frontal massage. Including her breasts.\n\"Sorry, not much to work with.\" She joked while he worked his fingers into them.\n\"They're perfect.\" He assured her. \"Beautiful\" he tweaked her nipple.\n\"Oh god\" she breathed and her body convulsed. She was so responsive to his touch he had forgotten that she didn't want advances from a man.\nHe kneeled by her side and leaned down to lick the tattoo where it started on her shoulder. his tongue traced it down and detoured to her nipple for a minute or two. Breezy's hands were in his hair encouraging him. He licked his way to her underwear and nibbled and licked her mound through the material. He stimulated her clit as best as he could. He could tell she was shaved smooth.\nSuddenly, she pushed Phil away frantically. He figured that she finally realized what exactly they were doing and was trying to stop him, but she stripped off the panties and spread her bent legs presenting her opening to him. He dove in without reservation and ate her out. He licked quickly at her clit while massaging her g-spot with his finger. After her second full body climax she begged him to stop.\nWhile trying to catch her breath she said, \"You shouldn't be that good.\"\nHe arched an eyebrow at her.\n\"I have only dated punk guys my age and the sex has been pitiful. I've kind of sworn off physical relationships until I meet someone worthwhile.\" She whispered, \"I just masturbate a lot these days.\"\n\"Me too.\" Phil admitted.\nBreezy went on \"I only joke about not liking guys to keep the men in the office away. I never thought an old straight laced guy like you would be so much better. You are supposed to be an old bore not a sex god.\"\nHe couldn't help but smile at the backhanded compliment. \"I did okay?\" He inquired.\n\"The best I ever had, damn you.\" She hit his arm. \"You just blew everyone who ever touched me out of the water. They aren't even a close second. Get your clothes off, I feel like I should do something for you.\"\n\"You don't have to.\" I offered. \"We've taken this too far to be appropriate already.\"\n\"No, I'm curious about the rest of you. Get your pants off.\"\nHe stripped and she had him lay on the bed. Breezy kneeled between his knees and inspected his angry red manhood. She wrapped her tiny hand around his circumcised thickness. Some of his fluids leaked from the head of his member and down on to her hand. She brought her hand up to her face and sniffed before tentatively licking it off.\n\"Not bad.\" She said before leaning down to lick the fluid directly off the head of his hardness. She licked at it quickly like he had licked at her clit. She would take him into her mouth and suck for a few seconds, but stop way too soon and go back licking. She pumped his shaft between sucking but would stop too soon with that as well. He laid there enjoying the sensations but she was never going to get him off with this technique. He told has as much.\n\"Sorry\" she said. \"I've never given head.\"\n\"You've never given head to a man at all?\"\n\"No. I always thought it was gross.\"\n\"I feel the same way. I don't suck dick either.\" He joked with her. \"Maybe we could try something else?\"\n\"Sure. There's a problem though.\" She said.\n\"Problem?\"\n\"There is no way this big thing,\" she shook his dick at him, \"will fit inside me.\"\n\"That's really sweet of you to say, but I don't think that is an issue.\"\n\"I don't know.\"\n\"Just lay back.\" He encouraged her.\n'So much for not getting too familiar with the ladies in the office', he thought. He was just about to penetrate one's pussy.\nShe laid there with her feet by her cute ass and knees spread wide while he kneeled between her thighs. \"Go easy.\" She nervously pleaded.\n\"I will.\" He assured her. There was one more thing though, \"Uh, are you protected?\" Phil asked.\n\"Shit. No, I have never had enough sex to be worried about getting pregnant before. Do you have a rubber or anything with you?\"\n\"No, I've never slept with a girl on a business trip before.\"\nBreezy was really disappointed. \"Next time I'll bring some. That way your wife won't notice.\" He thought that was very considerate.\nNow he was disappointed. \"So, we will wait for next time, Bea.\"\nSexy little Breezy laid there with a pensive expression for a few seconds. She knew that this was her only shot with him. Once they got home he would come to his senses and she would never get a second chance. \"No, I can't wait. Just promise not to cum in me. And please call me Breezy. You just had your tongue in my pussy for crying out loud.\"\nAlways the gentleman (well, as much of one as he can be considering he was cheating on his wife) he asked, \"Where do you want it?\"\n\"You can shoot it anywhere, just not in his pussy.\"\n\"On you?\"\n\"Sure, just not inside.\"\nHe rubbed the head of his dick up and down along her very wet but very tight opening. He squeezed just the head inside.\n\"Wait, Wait!\" Breezy urgently shouted. \"You are stretching me to the limit.\" He waited for her to get used to the feeling. \"Okay, just go slow.\"\nHe pushed in and out in very shallow stokes. She looked like she was enjoying it but whenever he pushed further she would wince. He settled into a rhythm stroking only about 3 inches in and out. He settled his body on top of hers and maintained the quick short thrusts. Breezy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply. She grunted and blushed as she came for her first time on a cock. With the shallow penetration, he still wasn't getting all the attention he needed to get off. When she started to get very wet and it felt like she was loosening up, Phil sat up and slowly pushed more dick into tight little body.\nPhil pushed forward. \"Oh!\" she screamed. He pushed more in. \"Yeah! Give it all to me!\" she grabbed his ass with both hands and hooked her legs behind his back. She was pulling him into her, so he fed the rest of his 7 inch member into her. When he bottomed out. \"Yes!\" she yelled triumphantly.\nHe grabbed her hips, moving slowly at first but built up until he pounded her hard. At this point, he was barreling toward his finish with reckless abandon. She was only along for the ride now but it looked like she didn't mind too much.\nHe was amazing as far as she was concerned. She kept cumming.\nJust before his finale, he pulled out and started to jack his shaft. He intended to spray her stomach. He never got to cum on his wife anymore so this was going to be a special treat.\nBreezy slapped his hand away from his cock. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. He thought he had done something wrong until she said, \"Mine\" and started to jack him herself. \"This belongs to me now.\" She growled. She pumped faster.\nPhil let loose his torrent. The first jet hit her face forcefully. She laughed and giggled while she directed the rest to her tits and stomach. She was covered in the largest cum shot of his life.\n\"Wow\" Phil said while admiring Breezy's body coated in his fluids.\n\"Wow, indeed.\" Breezy said. She licked some of the mess off her hand. \"Mmm, not bad.\"\nBreezy was definitely a keeper.\n\"I'm going back to my room.\" Breezy declared.\n\"Really, I was hoping we could sleep together, Beatrice.\"\nBreezy explained, \"My name is Breezy and there is no way I'll let you sleep as long as we are in this bed together. We'll both be so tired we will blow the presentation tomorrow.\"\n\"Okay, Breezy.\" He conceded.\nBreezy smiled sweetly, \"Tomorrow after we nail the presentation, I'll let you nail me too. We'll buy a box of condoms and see if we can use them all.\"\n\"Sounds good.\"\n\nBreezy smiled to herself as she walked back to her room. She was planning how to get rid of his idiot wife. Anyone who didn't have the sense to take advantage of his bedroom talents properly didn't deserve him.\nShe finally found someone who knew how to touch her, like hell she was going to let him get away. And she wasn't the kind of girl to share. If she had her way he would never touch another woman besides her after tonight." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore a steamy phone sex session between two lovers as they engage in a tantalizing game of verbal seduction. Set the scene with details of the cozy room, flickering candlelight, and smooth jazz playing in the background. Build anticipation by describing the protagonist's anxious wait for the call and their determination to create an interruption-free environment.\n\nDetail how both characters describe their surroundings, from furniture and lighting to music playing, allowing readers to visualize every aspect of their erotic encounter. Encourage writers to use sensory language to evoke sensations like heat and skin tingling.\n\nPrompt writers to delve into the seductive dialogue exchanged between the characters. Begin with innocent questions about what they are wearing before gradually escalating into explicit descriptions of their bodies. Highlight elements like black silk robes, lace panties, matching bras, large cocks, throbbing shafts, and full breasts longing for attention.\n\nEncourage writers to explore power dynamics by having one character take control and give explicit instructions on pleasuring themselves. Describe actions such as rubbing palms down bulges or tracing fingers along swollen shafts while maintaining suspense through threats of hanging up if instructions aren't followed.\n\nSuggest that writers incorporate vivid imagery when describing sexual acts. Encourage them to detail slow undressing movements, nipple play, teasing touches on sensitive areas like clits or balls, deepthroating fantasies, passionate thrusting motions during masturbation or penetration scenes using dildos.\n\nPrompt writers to incorporate intense emotions into their stories by focusing on sensations like pleasure-pain combinations experienced during rough play or orgasmic release moments where screams fill the room. Encourage them to use metaphors or similes that heighten sensory experiences such as stars bursting in eyes or goosebumps covering skin.\n\nTags: erotic literature, phone sex roleplay, dominance/submission dynamics,\nmasturbation scenes,\nexplicit language,\noral sex,\ndildo play" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The walls glowed with the flickering orange of the dancing candlelight. Smooth jazz softly reverberated throughout the cozy room. I glanced at the clock anxiously waiting for the time to arrive. Was time even advancing, I wondered? I walked to my bedroom door and locked it. Reassuring myself that there would be no outside interruptions. I then lay down on the cool satin sheets of my four poster bed. I grasped the glass from the nightstand and raised it to my dry lips; dry full pouty lips that secretly hungered for his flesh. I sipped the sweet wine and savored the taste.\nFinally, almost startling me, the phone rang. Once, then twice. Not wanting to show that I was just sitting around waiting for the call, I hesitated answering too quickly. I then lifted the phone from the handset. \"Hello\" I said soft and seductively. There was a brief pause, then his voice. The voice that can make me tremble with excitement. \"Hello my sweet lover, how are you this fine evening?\" His words entered my ears, went all the way through my body, down to my toes and then back up again. Caressing every nerve on their journey. I immediately felt the effect as a rush of heat encompassed my skin.\n\"Where are you?\" he asked.\n\"In my bedroom, on my bed.\"\n\"Are you sitting up or laying down?\"\n\"I am laying back against pillows,\" I replied.\n\"Satin, I presume?\" he asked.\n\"Yes, satin.\" The small talk went on for quite some time. He asked questions concerning every detail of my room. Furniture, lighting, music playing; I guess he wanted to build the image of where I was, what my surroundings looked like, how it smelled, and what it sounded like. In detail I replied to all his questions. Then his questions turned to me. \"What are you wearing?\"\n\"A black silk robe,\" I commented.\n\"And underneath?\"\n\"Black lace panties and matching bra,\" I quickly answered, then heard him sigh heavily.\n\"Hmmm sexy, very sexy. Lay back now and tease me,\" he stated rather firmly.\nFinally he gave me the opportunity to take over. I did. I asked him a lot of the same general questions he had asked me. He was wearing jeans, no shirt. He too was lying down on his bed. I began my verbal seduction.\n\"Take your free hand and gently rub your palm down the bulge in the front of your jeans\" I told him. \"Make it grow. I want your cock to become painfully erect for me. Do not undo them yet. If you do I will hang up the phone without so much as a goodbye.\" He sighed deeply. I smiled knowing I was in total control. \"Are you hard yet?\" I asked.\n\"Yes, very\" he breathed. I instructed him further. \"Trace the outline of your cock with your pointer finger, then slowly slide it up and down the underside of the swollen shaft. Again rub it with your whole hand. Grasp and gently squeeze your big balls for me.\" I heard him grunt quietly as he apparently did exactly what I asked of him. \"Now slowly unbutton the top button of your jeans, slowly. Take the zipper and lower it all the way down. Does your cock feel relieved to be somewhat free?\" He replied quickly with an enthusiastic yes. \"Now take a moment to take your pants all the way off. I want your swollen cock to be free.\"\nAfter a couple seconds he came back and said, ok. \"You are now naked?\" I asked. \"Yes\" he replied. \"Describe your cock for me. Tell me what I will be wrapping my lips around. Tell me what type of flesh will be pounding in and out of my wet pussy, fucking me into my mattress.\" \"It is about seven inches long and five inches around. The head is quite large and well-defined veins ripple around the thick shaft.\" He then added, \"just the sound of your voice has made it as hard as steel.\" \"And your balls?\" \"They are fairly large, hanging quite low and full of hot cum for you to…\" I quickly interrupted, \"will you let me drink it or would you rather explode in my cunt?\" \"Both\" he simply replied. Again I smiled.\nTeasingly I kept my seduction going. \"I am now going to get naked for you. I am standing and slowly removing the black robe. I am untying it.\" The front falls open, revealing the treasures beneath. \"Slowly I’m pushing it off my shoulders and down my arms. It falls in a heap to the carpeted floor.\" Holding the phone up to my ear with a shoulder, I take my free hands and massage both of my firm young breasts. \"My nipples are so hard\" I tell him. \"They are longing to feel your tongue, your lips. I am squeezing and caressing them. I’m now slowly reaching around and unclasping the bra.\" I slip it off and let it too fall to the floor to meet the robe. My tits are free. The hard nipples stand out firm, excited. I again rub the warm flesh, this time with much more aggression. I hear his breathing getting harder in the phone as I continue. \"Don’t you want my tits? I bet you want to taste them, to suckle them. I bet you are just dying to straddle my chest and fuck them with your penis, aren’t you?\" He just moans. \"Well they want your tongue, your lips, and your cock. My nipples want to be pinched hard.\nI am now slowly lowering my panties. Over the swells of my hips, down to uncover my bare pussy and down each long tanned leg. I am not stopping; lower, lower, lower I push them. I bend to remove them entirely and toss them to the floor.\" I feel the rush of cool air against the wetness of my excited womanhood. I explain to him how wet I am. \"Are you touching your cock?\" He replies, \"Yes.\" \"Grip it tight,\" I state, \"just like my pussy would feel on it. Stroke it slowly for now, but with long complete strokes. That’s the way I like to begin fucking. Slow with full complete thrusts. I want to experience the total length and width and feel every single ridge and ripple of my lovers’ penis. I want to feel the cock head as it pries me open deep inside and then submerges into my tight depths. Picture me on top of you. Straddling your hips, I lower my cunny down onto every last inch of your luscious cock until your pubic hair tickles my ass.\"\nI tell him, \"ooohhh lover, work that cock with your strong hand. Imagine the wetness of my pussy surrounding your hard meat. So very tight, almost virgin like, it grips your fat shaft. You feel the heated pussy walls compress your throbbing cock as you slowly slide every inch in and out repeatedly.\" A groan escapes his lips and echoes through the phone. I teasingly ask if he’s ok. \"More than,\" he replies. \"I am now back on my bed, naked, and so very, very horny,\" I tell him. \"I am laying back against the satin covered pillows. My chest heaves with the deepened breaths I am now experiencing. My nipples are painfully erect. My pussy is sopping wet with excitement.\" He again groans and I hear his breathing so much heavier now. I can vaguely hear the slapping of his hand as he pumps his cock. I try to envision his fist sliding up and down his swollen pole.\n\"I can’t resist,\" I teasingly tell him. \"My fingers have made their way down to my wetness. I am slowly, in tiny circular motions, rubbing my swollen clit. Oohhhh yesss it feels so good. I so badly want your tongue there. I want to feel it lapping at my cunt. I want to feel it spread the lips apart and slide inside me, wiggling deeply. Like a tiny cock, I want to feel it fuck me and fuck me hard.\" He suddenly speaks, \"oh God yesss baby, don’t stop talking.\" I tell him, \"my fingers are now working my clit at an accelerated pace,\" then I bark out, \"keep pumping that huge cock but do not cum until I tell you to,\" he reluctantly says ok.\n\"I am now holding a nice fat cock in my hand\" I explain to him as I grab my dildo from the nightstand, \"your cock,\" I purr. \"I picture you straddling my face, lowering your member to my mouth. I open up as I feel the swollen head bump up against my full lips.\" I slide the dildo into my mouth. Immediately my hungry tongue swirls around the fat tip and the following shaft. The artificial veins feel incredible against my tongue. \"I am sucking your fat cock now lover. The head is hitting the back of my throat. I just know you want to plunge your dick in completely. I know you want me to deep throat you, don’t you? You want to let loose and fuck my mouth like it’s a pussy, thrusting your sensitive head, over and over again, down my tight throat. You want to hear me moan and whimper; see me panic and struggle against your huge throat-invading phallus. Well do it then. Fuck my face hard. Give me that fat cock.\"\nI stop speaking briefly to hear his masturbating hand pounding. The slapping sound is proof that his dick is getting a serious work out. I picture my phone lover as he lies on his bed and masturbates. I envision his erection, a swollen purple head, a beaten red shaft, and a blur within his pounding fist. I see his balls being thrust up and down between his spread thighs, balls that contain his delicious juice, bouncing from his hands mighty pumping.\nExcited even more by my vivid imagination, the sounds coming over the phone and my own dialogue, I swiftly move the artificial hard-on down between my spread legs. \"Ok lover, I cannot take it anymore, please give me your fuck stick. I want to feel every inch of your flesh penetrate me completely. I am putting the dildo to my ever-so-horny pussy. You are now going to fuck me.\" He almost screams his approval. \"I am so fucking hard sweetie. I wish I were really there to fuck you. God what I would do to you. I want you so bad,\" he continues. \"My cock is huge and swollen and begging for your tight hot cunt.\"\nI gently take my hand and part the tender swollen lips. I place the tip of the dildo to the opening and slightly push. A soft moan escapes. He hears it, \"yes honey fuck yourself good. Take every inch of my big cock and fuck yourself with it.\" At his coercing I begin the slow penetration of cock. I feel my pussy stretch to accommodate the moderate width of the dick. I again moan out. \"Aaahhhh God yessss\" I continue to gradually sink the dildo into my depths. Slight pain arises from the sheer size of the artificial penis but the pleasure is much much greater. I continue to push with my free hand. My moans become much louder, almost to a scream. He continues on the other end of the phone to cheer me on. \"Yes,\" he yells, \"fuck it, fuck that fat cock…take every inch.\" I thrust one final time and feel the head bump up so deep inside me. Every inch of the dildo is buried all the way to the fake balls.\nI breathe in heavily just trying to catch my breath. I tell him \"You are sunk to the hilt. Every inch of your big shaft is spreading me open and throbbing uncontrollably.\" Teasingly I add, \"I just know your precum is painting the insides of my sugar walls.\" I feel my tight pussy contracting against the object, the hard rubber cock. I still hear his hand slamming up and down on his flesh. My mind cannot help but wonder if he could last this long inside me? Definitely not, I decide! I slowly begin sliding the dick out of my skewered pussy. I feel my pussy being pulled outwards with the cock’s withdrawal. Then I thrust it back in. A scream escapes my lips. He again comments, \"Yessss baby, fuck me…fuck my cock.\"\nI spread my legs further, arch my back, and thrust my pelvis upward to meet the dildo. My hand, now grasping the dildo with more strength, begins a fluid pumping motion, sliding the cock in and out fully. I feel, as the tip just about exits me, my pussy lips close slightly, and then the dildo pries me back open as I thrust it in again. Wetness now coats my entire hand and I feel it running down the crack of my ass. As I am oblivious to the world right now, I feel my massive orgasm building deep within me. I scream out to my lover, \"NOW, cum for me now, cum in me and on me. Let your delicious man juice explode.\"\nI hear him moan loudly and grunt like an animal, and then he screams out that he is coming. I hear his moans coincide obviously with his spurting cock. I imagine his orgasmic penis throbbing relentlessly. The tiny peehole opens just enough to release blast after blast of white-hot jism. I see it send streams of sperm all over his stomach and chest; splashing, coating his tanned skin. As I witness in my mind his explosive orgasm, I continue fucking myself with the fat fake dick. Now furiously pounding it in and out, as I feel my own orgasm arriving, I drop the phone from my ear to the pillow. My other hand automatically goes to my engorged clit and begins to frantically rub it in sync with the thrusting cock.\nScreams and moans of pleasure fill my room now as I begin to enter the first phase of my incredible climax. I feel my body begin to tremble and shudder from my toes all the way up. Goosebumps cover every inch of my skin as my nerves are stimulated tremendously. Then my entire body goes stiff. I tighten my leg muscles so hard they almost hurt and my toes curl and then straighten. Then with a rush that overwhelms me, my entire body ignites.\nStars burst in my eyes and mind as the first gush of liquid fire explodes from my well-fucked vagina. Continuously my whole body releases the passion that I have longed to let go of. My screams, I am sure echoed throughout the whole house, and of course quenched my phone lovers’ thirst for sexual accomplishment. As the spasms continued to race through my body, my tremendous orgasm slowly subsided. My pussy, as well as my head, throbbed with every heartbeat.\nI quietly lay still, engrossed in the aftermath of a mind-altering sensation. I could barely move a muscle to grasp the phone I had dropped. I softly and seductively said \"hello.\" My lover sighed and chuckled, stating, \"that is the word, that earlier this evening, got this whole thing started." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate aftermath of their intense lovemaking as they wash off in the moonlit water. Describe how they sensually clean each other, taking their time to explore every inch of each other's bodies. Incorporate elements such as kissing, licking, and caressing into the prompt. Highlight their connection and desire for each other as they engage in these intimate acts. Don't forget to mention the beautiful moonlight reflecting off their wet skin, adding an ethereal glow to their encounter. \n\nTags: erotic romance, outdoor sex, sensual bathing, moonlit passion" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They turn onto the road leading into the campsite. It is a beautiful area of woods, tall large trees stretch along the side of the long and winding road. The sun, now at a low angle in the sky, shines through the few spaces between leaves and makes light dance on the hood of their car as they finally pull up to their area of the campsite. As they step out of the car, their noses are tickled by the unmistakable smell of the forest, enhanced by the light rain from the night before.\nTheir tent goes up quickly, two sleeping bags zipped together lay inside on some nice soft padding. He begins to start a fire as she gets the food from the car. In no time at all they have a beautiful fire before them and their dinner is cooking on a grill and a pot while they watch some of the smoke from the fire drift upwards through the hole in the trees up to the now dark purple sky as stars struggle to shine through the fleeting daylight.\nThey enjoy their dinner filled with conversation and plenty of laughs, sitting next to each other on a blanket with their backs against a large fallen tree. They lay back and look up at the stars and the sparks from the fire flying up towards them, their bare feet near the fire.\nAfter a short while she says, \"Oh, I wish I had thought to get supplies for smores!\" Without saying a word, he reaches behind them and grabs a bag and hands it to her. As she opens the bag, her eyes light up like it's Christmas Day as she finds all the ingredients she needs. He grabs two sticks to cook the marshmallows with, as she opens everything up and sets it out. When the first pair of marshmallows are ready, they grab the graham crackers and chocolate that she prepared and make their sandwiches. Without needing to even say it, they both offer to feed their's to the other. They both giggle as they do it, they can't believe how silly and yet cute they're being. She giggles as they eat their second ones, a little bit of the marshmallow has dribbled onto her lower lip. He raises his thumb up to her lip and wipes it off as he smiles, but before he can pull his hand back, she lowers her head slightly and envelops his thumb in her warm, moist mouth. Her eyes close and a small \"mmm\" is audible as she sucks on his thumb and playfully dances her tongue along it. She lets his thumb gently slide out of her mouth as she opens her eyes, and he sees they have a powerful lust behind them. She smiles, half innocently, half sexually. She laughs as she sees his face, half shocked, half excited. She sees his chest moving slower and deeper, and she barely even needs to look down to confirm the excitement she's caused in him.\n\"Oh, I'm sorry, did I make things, -- uncomfortable for you?\" she asks in her wonderfully teasing manner, but as if this weren't enough, as she says the word 'uncomfortable' she slides her hand along the inside of his thigh, halfway up his shorts. His eyes flutter shut at the sensation and a quick few gasps take his breath. \"Well then I guess I should stop,\" she says as she quickly removes her hand and sits back, hands to herself, with a fake innocent expression on her face. He can see that the game is on.\n\"Well, I guess that this wouldn't have any affect on you then,\" he says as he leans in, seductively kissing the side of her neck. He can feel the muscles beneath his lips tremble at the touch of his soft, wet lips. He can feel the very tiny hairs stand up on her neck, begging to be the next to receive his touch. He brings his hand up to cup around the other side of her neck, and her head almost falls into it, opening up the side of her neck to his lips. He kisses up the side of her face and flicks his tongue against her earlobe. She softly moans. Her one hand comes up to the back of his head, grasping it as his tongue plays with one of her piercings. Her hand gently plays with the hair on the back of his head, but quickly moves up to the top of his head so she can feel his longer hairs between her fingers, tickling them ever so slightly.\nHe stops, and pulls his head back to be even with hers. Her eyes open and he can see completely clear into them. Her pupils are large and fully open to let him into her soul. He can see right into the depths of her and the love that lies within them. The beauty is too much, to just look at her any more, and their mouths ache to collide. As the passion takes over, he throws one leg over her body so that he is straddling her on the ground and their mouths meet, lip to lip, they both inhale deeply through their noses and slowly release it just as their tongues touch. Just the tips play with each other dangerously, like two electrical wires, sparks jumping between them. As they both bring their hands up to hold the back of each other's head, their tongues come together completely and dance against each other. Neither of them can get enough.\nThey break, but only to continue kissing the face of the other, he kisses along the opposite side he started to tease earlier, as she kisses his neck too. He is forced to stop as she finds one of his weak spots. He is paralyzed where he is, unable to move from the pleasure, his breathing quickens rapidly. She knows exactly where to kiss and lick to cause his entire body to tense. He can feel her lips curve slightly from a smile as she knows she has complete control over him like this. She takes advantage of the situation and undoes his belt and shorts and lets her fingers play lightly with the tip of his head through his boxers as it twitches in response to her delicate touch. Just then her mouth slides off of the spot it has been teasing mercilessly, free from the gripping pleasure, he quickly takes the chance to pull her shirt up over her head.\nThe contrast of her beautifully pale skin against the color of her bra is an amazing sight. He grabs her hips and his mouth lunges towards her neck, kissing and tonguing down her body. As he does so, he lifts and turns her so that her back can lay flat on the blanket beneath them, at the same time kicking off his own shorts. As his tongue plays between her beautiful C cup breasts, his hands slid gently along the smooth skin of her sides, and around her back on its way to unclasp her bra. As she arches her back to allow room for his hands, she brings one leg up so that her leg, uncovered because of the short jean shorts she is wearing, rubs against his inner thigh and teasingly presses against his balls through the fabric of his boxers. Now slightly more distracted, he fumbles some with the clasp of her bra, but finally getting it released, he pulls the bra off of her breasts as they fall, unconstrained. And as she lay back flat against the ground, her arms reach up to pull his shirt over his head.\nAs his shirt completely comes over his head and he can see again, there is a pale beauty before him, falling softly back to the ground, her long brunette hair falling around her head, with a beautiful smile on her face, her arms falling above her head, causing her wonderful breasts to jiggle as her nipples stand proudly on top of them. The fire light glistens off of her amazingly fit stomach and shines off of her belly button piercing as it moves slightly from her breathing.\n\"What are she looking at?\" she asks with a smile across her face.\n\"A beautiful dream in the flesh,\" he replies.\nShe giggle slightly and tells him, \"Oh shut up and kiss me,\" pulling his head down to hers to share another amazingly passionate kiss, as his hands seem to automatically find her sides again. As they kiss, his hands move up and start to play on her breasts. Her one hand holds firm on the back of his head, as her other trails down with one finger along his chest. She hooks her finger in the waistband of his boxers and playfully moves back and forth between the elastic and his flesh. His fingers seem to soften their touch as they make their way towards her nipples, they are almost like feathers moving across her flesh. Her hand now trails down into his boxers along his leg, but just as her hand almost reaches its destination, his fingers brush ever so lightly across her nipples, sending a shockwave from her nipples straight through her body. The move she was trying to be slow with is quickly forgotten as she just grabs his balls at the sudden shocks coursing through her. She moans from the shock, as he grunts from the sudden exciting grab. Just as the feeling begins to subside, she starts to move his balls around in her hand and tease them gently with her nails.\nHe can't help but moan from the exciting new sensations, and he continues to moan as his mouth comes down onto one of her breasts, while his hand continues to work on the other. The softness of her breast against his mouth is an amazing feeling, and he quickly flicks his tongue across her nipple, causing her to briefly squeeze him again. His head quickly shoots to the other breast, sucking the nipple completely into his mouth. He allows his teeth to ever so slightly scrape her nipple as he slowly releases it. He can feel her body squirm beneath him.\nWithout warning, she pushes him up, following him part of the way as he goes backwards onto his back. He can see the fire in her eyes! Her hands grab quickly at the sides of his boxers, her nails scratching his skin a bit, as she yank his underwear completely off of his body in one swift movement. Her upper body swoops along his legs, her breasts rubbing against his legs as she travel upwards, and then she licks her tongue from his balls all the way up his shaft and flicks her tongue just as she comes across the top. The trail of her saliva on his dick marks the origins of the tingling sensations shooting through his body. Just when he thought the feelings were about to die down, he feels her moist hot lips on the head of his cock, and her hand grasping his balls. She slowly takes the majority of his cock into her velvety soft, warm, and moist mouth. The shocks going through his body are indescribable, and launch his body into small convulsions as he has a dry orgasm. She is relentless on his dick, as she sucks and licks and lightly bites and flicks; each different movement of her mouth causing him to exclaim his enjoyment with each new sensation. Her mouth does things he didn't even know was physically possible. He keeps trying to hold her head in his hands, but each sensation hits him so hard it throws his arms out to the side. He is quickly approaching his peek.\n\"If....mmmmmm, you keep-ohhhh his god!-- doing that, I'm-oooooo, going to lose it!\" he stammers out. And all she replies is a muffled, and elongated \"Mmm hhmmmmmmmmmm?\" The vibrations from her throat are just too much and he cannot hold back no matter how hard he tries. Shivers run from the tips of his fingers and toes and all converge right inside his groin as he erupts. She can feel as it quickly rushes up along the underside of his cock and the hot liquid shoots into her mouth. He opens his eyes to look down and, to his disbelief, sees that she is swallowing it all! As she slowly pulls her mouth off of him, a small drop slips out at the corner of her lips. She stares up at him and seductively licks it from her lips and smiles. She can see the fire now in his eyes, and he lurches up at her for the most intense kiss yet! It is so passionate that it overtakes her and she starts to fall onto her back, exactly where he wants her to be. He trails his tongue down her neck, between her breasts, and over her belly button ring, as his hands unto the button on her jean shorts. His teeth grab the zipper and pull down which makes her laugh a little; she finds it funny, as well as a little bit hot. He pulls the shorts down and off of her legs, leaving her only in her boy-cut underwear, which matches the bra that now lies across the fallen tree.\nStarting at her knee he starts to kiss up her inner thigh, randomly switching from one leg to the other, but continuing to move upwards. At the same time, his fingers dart between her underwear and flesh, sliding in just to slide right back out and enter somewhere else. Without warning he does a long lick from bottom to top, along her sex, through her underwear, which is already soaked in her wonderfully fragrant fluid. He pauses for a moment, tasting her intoxicating juice on his tongue, while she recovers from the large gasp she made from his sudden movement. He reaches one arm, completely behind her and lifts her easily off the ground, while the other hand grabs her underwear in the back and pulls it below her ass. He then uses both hands to grab the top of it in the front and pull down, making sure his index fingers slide along her clit as they pass. With her underwear completely removed, her scent takes hold of him, making him drunk with lust for its taste, and for her pleasure. As if the scent wasn't enough, the sight of her completely naked on the blanket overwhelms him, he can't help but look her up and down, taking in every bit of her beautifully milky skin as the yellows, oranges, and reds from the fire light her up. But once again, his eyes are drawn down, to where the fire light dances the most off of her moist and glistening sex just waiting for his touch.\nHe leans in and starts to kiss her on the birthmark on her leg, then moving to the ones higher up. She moans, and he looks up to her face, his hot breath teasing her entrance, and he pauses there just long enough, continuing to breath out onto her until she half-whispers, half-whimpers, \"pleassssse.\" He bring his hands up to circle around her beautiful hip bones as he slowly licks around the outside of her sex, sometimes small circles, sometimes quick darts. As he circles down to the bottom, he runs just the tip of his tongue up along between her lips all the way up as her hips raise up with him. When her hips touch down to the ground he starts to lick again, but this time much deeper, harder, and slower. He can no longer restrain myself from starting to lick, and suck, and lightly nibble all around her clit. Her breathing increases and she starts to softly moan. He pauses just long enough to lick two of his fingers and then continue with his mouth as he gently slides his two fingers inside of her. His fingers feel as though they are wrapped in the most delicate of silks as they move in and out of her, up and down, touching every bit of her that they can while his mouth pleasures her. Her hips are rocking with his movements as her breathing quickens even more. His tongue is delighted at getting to feast on her wonderful body, receiving a sweet taste like nothing else that has ever touched his lips. He can feel her hands grabbing at the back of his head, trying to run her hands through his hair but at the same time tensing against his head with each little shock that runs through her. He starts to increase the pace and she starts to moan slightly louder and louder, her hips are going in a circle, he can feel the slight perspiration all over her skin. He starts to feel tension against his fingers inside her and then her entire body shudders as she quietly cry out. More of her fluids pour out and he happily drinks and licks up the delicacy of her body as it slightly convulses.\nShe grabs the back of his head and pulls him up to her face for a kiss, her own liquid still on his lips. She gives a slight \"mmm\" from the taste of her own juices on his tongue. As they kiss, their sexes rub against each other, sending shockwaves through both of their bodies. They continue to kiss as his shaft rubs along her silky lips, growing to its full length and sliding more easily as her body naturally responds. He breaks their kiss, and bring his mouth up to her ear. He lightly bites her earlobe and slowly pulls away, letting it slide between his teeth. Then he whispers softly into her ear, \"I want to make love to you.\" She whispers back, \"Yes, make love to me, please make love to me.\"\nHe brings his hand down to coat his member with her juices and then slowly places the head against her sex. He gently eases his way inside her, her lips force against his head, almost denying its entrance regardless of her own willingness for it. Just as his crown slowly moves past her lips, it seems to almost unlock her body's resistance and almost feels as though her body is now pulling him farther inside her. Her lips are firm against his shaft as it slides in; she can feel his head along her walls, his girth filling her, the sensation she has been longing for. As his body presses against her own, he is now completely inside of her, the sensation causing his member to twitch, sending a shock through her body, making her to moan. He pauses for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being completely inside of her, wrapped in her warmth, connected to her in the most intimate of ways. He slowly begins to pull back out of her, now glistening with her juices, her lips gripping him, almost not wanting to let him go. They slowly begin to thrust in and out, the pleasure building with each thrust, their hips working in unison. They both exchange moans and whimpers, overwhelmed by the electricity running through their bodies. She feels him throbbing inside of her, wishing he could grow larger to be able to feel more of her. Their bodies are pressed together; their loins feel even hotter than the fire next to them. They kiss each other's faces more and more wildly as they increase their pace. Caught up in all of the passion they roll across the ground while still together, off of the blanket.\nNow she is on top of him, he can feel the cold damp soil beneath him, it almost feels like steam should be rising up from where his skin meets the ground since his body is so hot if only from just the idea of you. Some of the damp leaves on the ground stuck to her back; she welcomes the cool feeling, however they quickly warm up to match her body and float gently to the ground again. She sits up with him inside her, straddling him, she starts to use her legs to move him in and out of her, his hips quickly finding her pace and matching it.\nHe is absolutely captivated by the site of her on top of him. His hands firm on her hips as they make love. He looks up to her face, eyes closed from pleasure and such a sexy expression of pleasure across it. Her hair is damp near her skin from perspiration as the length of it bounces in the air and seems to dance along her neck and shoulders. His eyes follow down and see her glorious breasts as they bounce from the movement, almost hypnotically. Her nipples stand out, completely erect and filled with a little more color from the excitement. He looks down to her beautiful stomach, shining from the light of the fire and her perspiration, her belly button piercing bouncing in the air. His thumbs trace her hip bones as his eyes continue lower. The site of their bodies colliding is absolutely amazing. Her body enveloping his, every time she comes down on his body, small shocks shoot through his body. Between her body hitting his and the site of their bodies together launches him into another dry orgasm, shaking his body, his hands curving around and grabbing her ass firmly as the shocks cause his body to convulse and he moans loudly. She smiles looking down at him.\nHe pulls her body to his chest, and rolls her onto her back, the cool ground causes her to gasp and then let out a long stuttering breath. He passionately takes one of her breasts into his mouth, tasting her sweet sweat on his tongue. He thrusts into her faster as he licks and sucks and bites feverishly, too caught up in the passion to worry about leaving any marks. He moves one of his hands down to rub her clit while his cock continues to thrust in and out. His free hand moves to play with her other breast, massaging and caressing it. He wants to pleasure her more than she has ever felt before, he wants her to feel every nerve in her body exploding and at the same time craving more, he wants her to have an orgasm that matches the amount of love he has for her. \nShe is anything but quiet as her body tries to handle so much stimulation at once. Her cries of passion only encourage and excite him more, increasing his pace and fervor. Her breathing is exceptionally fast, and her entire body suddenly tenses up and then floods with shudders throughout as she scream out. He can feel her entire body shaking beneath him; her sex gripping strongly on his dick and then fluttering. He slows his pace slightly, to let up a little. After a while, just as it feels like her body is beginning to settle down, his hand near her clit, without warning, vibrates. Her eyes go wide as she is suddenly rushed by another intense orgasm; her back arching off of the ground, her toes curling down. Her sex once again tightens on him. That sensation, the look on her face, and the noises she is making, he cannot hold out any longer. He only manages to thrust three more times before thrusting all the way in and exploding into her. His entire body stiffens as he pumps his hot liquid inside of her with a force he has never felt before. His head turns to the side and he lets out a loud groan as his body shoots into her and it feels as though his muscles are rippling below his skin. His head falls on her breast as aftershocks run through both of their bodies, his muscles convulsing here and there while he lay there, still inside of her.\nThey roll together so they are both on their sides, embracing each other, they share a long, long, and deep kiss. They break and just stare at each other and smile. He reaches his hand up to move some of her wet hair to behind her ear, allowing him to see more of the face he falls for every time he looks at it. They are both smiling at each other, basking in the wonderful afterglow and knowing that everything about them is right.\nThey lay on the ground holding each other for a long while, kissing each other occasionally. Their breathing slowly returns to normal, and their senses start to pick up on their surroundings. Crickets chirp in the background while a very soft wind occasionally rustles the leaves of the trees around them, and the fire gently crackles behind them.\nAfter a good amount of time has passed, he suggests that they go down to the water and wash off. They walk down to the water wearing only their smiles as they hold hands, seeing their way with only the light from the moon above them. Their feet touch the water, still warm from the summer's sun in the daytime. He looks over to see her standing still with her eyes closed, and he can see little ripples in the water as she wiggles her toes in the sand. He lets her have a moment, but then picks her up in his arms and runs her farther into the water, eventually tossing her a short distance into the water. She comes up and playfully splashes him with her wonderful smile across her face. He debates with himself if it is even possible that she look more amazing under the moonlight. After playing around for a bit, they kiss and begin to clean each other off in the water. They both only take a few moments before trying to clean off the other's lower regions...\nHmm....maybe this night isn't over quite yet..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In a scorching summer night, Seras, a vampire on a mission to hunt down four bloodthirsty creatures, finds herself consumed by the unbearable heat. As she fights her way through the forest, her thoughts turn to Pip, the mischievous mercenary who always manages to aggravate her. With an uncontrollable desire ignited within her, Seras uses her powers to manipulate fate and bring Pip into a secluded glade. There, their long-repressed desires ignite in an inferno of passion as they surrender themselves to each other's touch. Explore their intense connection as they explore oral pleasure and experience mind-blowing orgasms that leave them both craving for more.\n\nTags: vampire erotica, supernatural romance, outdoor sex, dominant female/submissive male dynamics" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The night scorched on. Seras's thoughts drifted out and merged with the hot air. The dust in the air, the scents that lingered, a hunt beginning. She moved unseen. The air caressed her skin. Claws of fire raked her eyes. It hurt. She wanted it to end. Thoughts of cold earth encasing her. No such reprieve on this summer night. She breathed, unneeded, but the heat had taken away what little conscious impulses she still had.\nThe vampire trudged onward. The only hope of this pain ending was the death of those already dead. Four horrors that killed and drank of the living stalked this forest. Footsteps crunched on brittle leaves. The embers of her thoughts drifted on the wind. The nights were not this bad in the past. Not when she was still alive.\nIdly she tongued her fangs. Once her heart beat, once the sun was not the bane of her life. Once the summers were not this bad. Alucard, her master, was never affected by anything. He wouldn't tell her how he did this, that would mean not being a git for a short moment. Sweat ran down her back. She hated the feeling. More beads ran down her arms. Her sight blurred. Her uniform, a yellow blouse and miniskirt was completely ruined.\nShe quietly stumbled forward. The mission the last remaining impulse in her mind. Singed thoughts asserted themselves. The ragged edges hurt her. Seras leaned against a dying tree and breathed heavily. Her lungs burned. The agony wouldn't end until her mission did. And then it got worse.\n\"Bonjour Mignonette! How are you going?\" Pip chimed over the radio. She could just see the mercenary's face and that little smirk. She was going to take his look of smug self-satisfaction away one day. They'd been hired after all the original guards had fallen. None of the hired soldiers treated her nicely. They cat-called and tired to slap her bum. Pip could be a decent person if he tried. When he was away from the rest of the pigs he could be so different. But he still loved aggravating her. She'd show him one day.\n\"I'm fine Captain.\" Normally she would put some force into her voice. The heat melted it away. \"I'm still hunting.\" Pip continued on and Seras ignored him. The vampire grunted and snarled at him when she felt it appropriate. Instincts drifted in the air. When he finally left it was a moment before Seras realized she wasn't sweating anymore. Then the heat flooded back in.\nShe flinched, her pores stung as she began sweating again. She bit her lip. Focusing on not focusing was another miserable experience. The miasma of her sweat began to fill her nose again. The summer slowly turned her mind to ashes. Embers on the wind. Slowly she made her consciousness drift away. Without force her feet took the lead. The trail more visible now that she did not follow it.\nCloser, closer the hunt quickened. The scent of blood in the air. Sins long past due. Red rage surged. Razor hate and black justice the feelings that lanced out. A clawed nightmare to seek the fanged horrors in the night. Rock and crag, forest and glade vanished. Her sight filled with the broken bodies of her prey. A surge of joy, she found them.\nThe hunt ended, her quarry in sight. Four nightmares huddled around an obscene stone relief. Something gibbered terribly. Memories threatened to break the thin layer between herself and the heat. Surges of instinct and need clamped it down. She would not suffer the heat again! She launched herself at the monsters. Two never had the time to turn around. Blood splattered her arms. Her muscles tensed, it hurt. Boiling hot it seared her nerves. A scream. Another died. It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt It Hurt It Hurt It Hurt IT HURT IT HURT IT HURT IT HURT STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!\nFlesh and blood flew. Bones crushed, organs pulped. The insane rage of the young vampire could not be slowed. In an instant the fight was over. Pieces of the nightmares impacted the ground. Justice be done at last.\nSeras fell to the dirt, scrapping the blood from her hands and arms. She wouldn't have anything destroy the serenity she'd manage to build. A frail peace chittered as the last reminder was cleaned off. A quivering oblivion. Silence reigned. The summer evening complete. Home now. Her feet walked their path. Unknown to her, but the way she wanted. Kilometers to go. No thoughts broke the stillness of her mind. But under it desires still moved.\nPip would be someplace near his soldiers. Soldiers that would heckle and tease her. If they were away from him he would be nice to her. His face came to her. She could take that little smirk of his right off. And maybe a few other things. It might feel nice, running her hands along the edges of his face. The look of surprise to mar his eyes as she claimed him.\nImpulses ground against the other. The friction made a more pleasant heat. Kindling in the form of too-long pushed aside desires fed the new fire. Low and still soft it made the journey back quicker. Unbidden, her powers reached out and enforced her will. Men found reason to depart and Pip felt the need to walk the forest. Away from leering eyes and foul comments.\nShe found him, alone and in a quiet glade. Pip smirked and said something. Seras wasn't listening. Scents drifted to her mind. Orange spices, gentle caresses on her arms, whiskey and gunpowder. She blinked heavily. Her drying eyes felt better when she closed them. Sparks of dreams jumped from mingled needs. The sound of his voice running circles around her ears. A vision appeared in the flames. A brief flicker of delirious movement. The young vampire stepped forward and seized him, her lips claiming his. Pip squeaked and tried to jump back but the vampire's immortal strength kept him in place.\nPip relaxed and soon joined her in the kiss. He seized her and pulled the vampire close. His body heat swelled and soaked into the undead girl's skin. His kiss deepened, he longer for her, after pale midnight fantasies this night Seras would be his. Her tongue flicked on his; the friction between them maddening. A small flame to what they both wanted.\nTheir hands grabbed and pushed clothes aside. Skin to skin, their senses intoxicated. Need, desire passion, unnameable things whispered in their minds. Seras jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She felt his excitement build. Her tongue thrashed against his. His hands found the clasp for her bra. Her hips ground against him. A moment and her breasts were freed from their cage. Pip ducked and seized her nipples. The vampire arched back and moaned, forcing her breasts into her love's face.\nPip licked and sucked on her rapidly, overwhelming her with pleasure. His desire awakened, it would be forever before he had enough of the draculina. Seras threw off her shirt, letting Pip explore her. He stroked and fondled her skin as he indulging in his fantasies. Her clamped legs squeezed him. The ecstasy overwhelming her. Her fingers ran through his damp hair, she felt like she was melting into him. Lower, her hand went under his shirt and swept it aside.\nThe frenchman lowered her to the ground, kissing and holding her. His lips danced down her face, her neck, lower and lower. His desire, his need to have her, pleasure and to make the other eternally possessed by their opposite. Her miniskirt and panties were brushed aside. Seras kicked at them, anything to make this faster. Pip reached her sex, his lips and tongue exploring her center. The undead girl jumped, her legs wrapped around his head as she cried out. Ecstasy boiled over. She vibrated, the ecstasy an inferno under her skin.\nHis tongue sought her pleasure and he found it so easily. Seras's moans and screams increased. Her fangs lengthened. Fingers wound around his hair. She lifted off the ground, incandescent waves of bliss vaporized her mind. Everything vanished, her body, her very thoughts, her very being disappeared. Nothing existed but the smoldering pleasure. She writhed in the fire for longer that she could think. The vampire only became aware that it stopped when she saw her lover's face.\nSeras kissed him, tasted herself on his lips. Their tongues caressed the other. She felt something at her entrance. She reached down and gripped him, the last of her awareness evaporating at contact. A tremble, she wrapped her legs around Pip's waist. He pushed against her, slowly sliding into her. She felt him enter her and shook. Grunts drifted from her burning throat. A shiver lanced her arms. Deeper and deeper until their hips touched. She grabbed him, lost in the fire. Pip's hands roamed her body, inflaming what remained of her senses. Flames danced in her eyes. Seras felt him thrust back and forth. Her center filled with him.\nPip ducked and kissed and sucked on her neck. A squeak. She arched into him. Her body twisted in ecstasy. The vampire's fingers trailed on his back, scratching and cutting her love without thought. Passionate fire torched Pip's mind, he devoured and consumed the undead girl's body. He seized her breasts and ravished her. Her fingers blazed along him, every edge and dip and new sensation to taste.\nMadly they thrashed into the other. The heat of their lust all-devouring. Nothing mattered but giving pleasure to the other. The young vampire squeezed Pip, as if trying to draw him into her. Pip had lost all thought. He manically drove in her. Her skin the drug that intoxicated him. The feeling of her body surrounding him consumed all thought. He had to have her, to make her his. Seras caught his head and pulled him up, running the tip of her tongue along his throat, feeling the blood rush by. The spark between the two plunged Seras into oblivion. Pip's hardness, his body cradling her. Her world became just him.\nBliss, perfect and endless, burned her. It was heaven. She felt alive. It made her eyes fail and she reached out with her senses. Consuming every detail in her lover. The drops of sweat on his arms, his tangled hair, his fevered thrusts into her body. She felt every nerve and every pore on her skin was on fire. The taste of his muscles on her, flexing and tensing as he pleasured her.\nSeras felt the beginning of his own release as the flames licked his body. Unknowing the inexperienced vampire tired to make him cum faster. Finger-tips danced on the edges of his consciousness, her body writhed in ways to make him delirious. He pushed up, concentrating on the movements she made. Seras licked and sucked his nipples, returned the sensation she loved. Muscles went rigid, liquid heat blazed from their joining. Grunts were forced from his mouth and the inferno burned hotter and hotter.\nThe fire won and with a last twitch his seed was Seras's. The tiny warmth shot deep in the vampire. It felt so pleasant to the woman. His body radiated lust and heat. She rubbed her ankles on the mercenary's calfs. Luxuriated in the cooling sensations she toyed with his hair. Pip drew close to her ear and whispered:\n\"Je t'adore.\"\nThe shock drove Seras back to awareness. Her panties were hanging from her ankle, she could feel Pip's seed inside her. He pressed close in, kissing her neck. Her breasts exposed and tingling. What had she done? A moment of panic rattled her skull. What would Pip think of her? How could she do this? How-\nShe cut herself short. A still peace trembled in her mind. Maybe she shouldn't think about it for awhile. Hesitantly she stroked Pip's cheek and kissed him. Maybe she should just not think for the next few hours. She rolled him over and started again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Explore the tantalizing fantasy of a couple, Mike and Amanda, as they fulfill their shared desire for a threesome. In this scenario, they meet Chance at a club where Amanda seductively dances with him, teasing him mercilessly. As the night progresses, they invite Chance to join them in a private booth at the back of the club. The scene intensifies as Amanda allows Chance to explore her body while Mike watches with growing excitement. Delve into the passionate encounter that follows, depicting explicit scenes of oral sex, intense penetration, and multiple orgasms. Don't forget to include elements such as dirty talk, exhibitionism, and voyeurism throughout the story. Feel free to add your own creative twists and use tags like threesome, exhibitionism/voyeurism, oral sex/fellatio/cunnilingus/rimming/analingus/pussy eating/cock sucking/deepthroating/swallowing/handjob/fingering/masturbation/group sex/interracial.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Talking to Mike online Amanda learned quickly of fantasies that they shared. One night as they voice-chatted online he shared with her his current favorite.\n\"I think about sharing my lady with another man,\" he said. \"I get so incredibly hard just thinking about what it might be like, that it's become almost an obsession to try it.\"\nSurprised she asked, \"Oh, really? Tell me, baby, what the scenario might be like?\"\n\"I'd love to take you out on the town. You are dressed to be shown off. Short skirt, heels, and your top is something stretchy and low cut and of course, you are not wearing panties. We would go dancing in a small club, dark with soft low lights; the music throbbing and sensual, more feeling than hearing. All of the men in the club would vie for a chance to dance with you. As you dance in the center of the floor, your hips sway erotically; your body moving in its sensual dance. Before long, one of the men shows a whole lot of interest. He asks you to dance several times.\"\n\"Hmmmm, you know I love to dance, baby. My body feels music and responds to its summoning,\" Amanda responds.\n\"After one particularly heated dance, you would invite him to join us. As you return to sit at our table, he manages to get a glimpse of what's under the skirt. You can see from the surprised expression on his face that he is wondering what our intentions are. He's not quite sure that our intentions are innocent.\"\nShe laughs as she responds, \"Hardly innocent, my love!\"\n\"He might not be sure. You teased him so much while you were dancing.\"\n\"But you know how I love to flirt, baby. And I do so mercilessly with him and with you,\" she answers in her most sensual voice, then hears Mike chuckle through the headset.\n\"You are such a flirt and a tease\" he answers, his voice tightening.\nMike went on describing his fantasy and he and Amanda found it so hot, they decided to make it a reality. After many long months online they decided to take the plunge and meet. During their first meeting a few weeks later, after a tumultuous night of just the two of them, they sought out the right man for them both. In a club near downtown, they found him.\nJust as they did in their fantasy, the men lined up to dance with Amanda. One in particular kept coming back. He filled the fantasy stranger character perfectly and was invited to the table, continuing along with their now mutual fantasy. It became real as Mike leaned in to the stranger and said, \"Doesn't she have great legs?\"\nAmanda smiled and said to the stranger, \"I think maybe you saw more than my legs\" as she lifted her eyes up to his and then placed her heeled foot on the chair between his legs. She heard Mike groan as the image filtered through his mind sending strong signals directly to his crotch.\n\"Well, now, baby, that should do it!\" Mike says, \"What do you think? She looks good, huh?\" Eyes wide with astonishment, the stranger can only nod. \"It feels even better. What do you say we get a booth at the back?\"\nAs they all moved to the darkest part of the club, Amanda took the stranger's arm, wrapped it around her back and placed his hand on her hip. \"That is Mike and I'm Amanda,\" she said by way of an introduction. \"What's your name?\"\n\"I'm called Chance\" the stranger answered his voice deep and throaty with excitement.\nMike turned to Amanda and said, \"Baby, do you want to take a chance tonight? This might be my chance to fulfill my fantasy, I think.\"\nAs they approached a dark booth in the back corner, both Amanda and Chance looked to Mike for his choice of seating arrangements. Mike said, \"I want to sit across from both of you. I think that maybe Chance might need some room to be comfortable, baby, and I want to see him play with your pussy.\"\nAs Amanda slid into the booth clutching Chance's hand she pulled him in beside her. Her skirt rode up so high on her legs both men could see her glistening with excitement. \"Will you tell him he can touch, or should I?\" Mike asked.\n\"If I tell him he might still look to you for approval,\" Amanda answered.\nMike gave his consent with a nod. Then he watched as he began to explore. Watching for a reaction from Amanda, Mike smiled and watched as Amanda ran her tongue across her lips and looked into his eyes.\nMike whispered \"I see your legs spread for him...and your hand caressing his arm. Does it feel good?\"\nAmanda's answer was a purring whisper, \"It feels wonderful.\" Mike couldn't miss the lust in her eyes.\nMike asked, \"Do you feel naughty?\"\nAmanda began to tell Mike how Chance's hand was caressing the insides of her thighs and how naughty it was making her feel.\nThe waiter appeared and he was ignored. After taking in the view of Chance running his hand up and along Amanda's inner thighs, the waiter shook himself and announced that he would give them some more time to decide. No one seemed to notice.\nAmanda's fingers ran along Chance's neck, tracing a line across his jaw. His hand moved and his fingers slipped into her slick wet pussy. A quick catch of breath and a sigh escaped her lips.\n\"I can see your wetness covering his fingers as they slip out,\" Mike whispered. Mike looked over at Chance. \"I believe he is enjoying his exploration of you, baby.\"\nAmanda whispered to Chance, \"Do you like this?\nA shudder rippled through his body and escaped as a \"YESSSSSSSS.\"\nShe looked over at Mike. He could see the lust in her eyes. She asked, \"Mike, do you like this?\"\n\"YESSSSSSS\" was Mikes' answer as well.\nBoth men heard the quickening of her breath. Chance could feel her excitement and Mike could see it as well.\nMike smiled and said, \"I can tell you are enjoying this.\"\nSmiling, she answered, \"And I can tell that both of you have incredible hard- ons.\"\nMike and Chance looked at each other and a silent communication passed between them. Mike leaned in to Amanda and asked, \"Would you like to fuck both of us?\"\nShe had but one answer, \"YESSSSSSSSS.\"\nBoth men smiled at that simple answer and Mike said to Chance, \"She gives great head too!\" She laughed deep and throaty as she looked at both men. Mike smiled after looking at Chance and said to her \"I can see the readiness in him.\"\nAmanda looked at both men. \"I have only one question for both of you. Do you both want to fuck me?\"\n\"YESSSSSSSSSSS\" is the answer came in harmony. \"YESSSSSSSSSS\"\n\"Then perhaps we should find a place to take this that is more private\" Amanda replied.\n\"Good idea\" said Mike. Amanda straightened…tugged at her skirt…gathered her things and then slipped out of the booth. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she smiled. Smiling back, Mike said, \"Do you want to get a room or do you feel really naughty?\"\nAmanda leaned over the edge of the table and laughed. \"Baby, you know that I always feel naughty. The two of you have taken me to a new level tonight!\"\n\"Well, we don't want to get arrested!\" Mike said.\n\"What do you have in mind love?\" she whispered leaning in and kissing Mike on the lips. Straightening up, she turned to Chance, placing her lips against his neck, kissing and nibbling.\n\"Let's at least go to the car,\" Mike whispered low and throaty.\nShe smiled and answered, \"I think I deserve a room, baby. Perhaps I'll just be naughty on the way to the room.\"\n\"Good, I feel the same way; we need to have some room and more time.\" Mike answered as he pushed out of the booth. Amanda turned and headed for the door, knowing that they would follow.\nAt the car, Mike opened the door and she slipped into the middle of the front seat as both men climb in. She nestled between them. To fit his 6'3\" frame, the seat was set back all the way. As Mike turned the key, he couldn't help but notice that she had one hand in each of their laps.\nWhen they pulled out of the lot, the sound of a zipper was loud in the quiet of the car. Then into that quiet, a sigh was followed by the echo of a second zipper. As Amanda turned her attention to Chance, Mike watched while she began to stroke Chance's cock. Her small hand slid around it then slipped up to wrap over the tip.\nInto the quiet they heard her soft whisper, \"How fast can you recover, Chance?\" followed by a quick inhale of air and Mike went instantly hard. Her hand slid slowly down Chance's shaft. \"He's young, Mike, and he's very hard. He won't last long, I think.\" She glanced over to Mike's lap. His cock stood solid and rigid; at attention. She placed both hands on the stranger.\n\"I can tell you want to suck him,\" Mike said as her right hand descended to the base and the left hand smoothed over the wet tip. When Amanda wiggled out from between the two, Mike said, \"I know he wants you to suck him.\" She slipped to the floor between Chance's legs giving Mike an excellent view…. \"YESSS\" they hear Mike hiss…..of her lips as they open. Amanda began to nibble, tease and lick. Mike told him, \"You are going to enjoy this, Chance. My lady really likes to suck cock.\"\nChance looked at Amanda, \"Is that so?\" They had reached the motel but Mike continued circling the block not wanting to stop. Amanda turned her head to the side and pressed Chance's hard cock to closed lips, opened and descended on him all at once, taking him to the back of her throat. His hands clasped her head, his fingers entangled in her hair and they all know that he couldn't last long after all that had been happening.\nHe cried out, \"Oh, my god….\" She slipped up his hard shaft and popped him out. Her tongue flicked out, licking and sliding over him, around and then under. Mike watched as Chance thrust his hips uncontrollably. Her lips climbed to the tip again and she took him in, just under the tip, locking lips under it, pressing the tip to the roof of her mouth, holding him hard and sucking. Mike saw him stiffen. Amanda felt him swell and his groans filled the car.\nThey heard his gasp and knew he was cumming as she deep throated him again, clamping her throat muscles tight, milking him as he fed her. When she swallowed and gulped he cried out, \"Oh, my god, you are fucking incredible.\" He shot rope after rope of creamy cum down the back of her throat. Amanda glanced up into Mike's eyes and saw his excitement barely contained. He could tell that she was getting a huge amount of cum. As she slipped up, some of it dribbled down her chin; she licked and cleaned his cock. She watched Mike as he watched her.\n\"I can't believe how turned on I am from watching a stranger feed his cum to my lady; and seeing her relish it\" Mike whispered out loud to no one in particular. Amanda slipped up from the floorboard, knelt at the edge of the seat, took her finger and wiped Chance's cum off her cheek and chin. As Mike stopped the car, she leaned over to kiss him and he heard Chance tell him how incredible that was.\nAmanda responded to Chance, \"It was my pleasure\" and turned to Mike and whispered, \"Baby, can we go inside, please?\" As soon as they entered the room, Mike took her into his arms, kissing her deeply, then backed her to the dresser; turning and bending her over. Chance pressed the door closed and locked it.\n\"You are so wet, baby.\" He pulled up her skirt and slid in easily in one thrust. He felt her squeeze down around his rock hard cock. The muscles tightened as he plunged in and out fast; fucking her hard and deep.\n\"Yesssss\" she cried out as Chance seated himself to watch… she could feel Mike's excitement. He was harder than she'd ever felt him. Looking over her shoulder she asked, \"Did that turn you on, baby, seeing me suck off Chance?\"\n\"God, YESSSS!\" Mike told her…. \"And I think Chance is enjoying watching me fucking you. I can see that he is getting hard again.\" Amanda looked over to see Chance sitting beside the table stroking his stiff cock, watching while she was pleasured by her man. He was waiting for his turn. \"He's waiting for his chance to plunge into your wet tight pussy, baby.\" Mike gasped, \"Oh, god, baby, I can't last...\" She pushed back hard on his cock, her ass tight up against him, his balls slapping loudly. She felt him convulse and tense. Arching her back, she felt him shoot, taking her deep. Mike's cum was hot and hit her hard, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm slammed into her as his cum washed back over his cock, churning as he continued to pump.\n\"Yess\" Mike said, \"I love it creamy and it's gonna get creamier!\n\"Are you thinking of adding more, baby?\" She giggled as she gasped for air.\n\"He will. He's ready again.\" Mike said.\n\"I need to lie on the bed, love; my knees are weak and my legs too,\" Amanda cried. Mike picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her gently in the center, and moved aside as Chance crawled up onto the bed. Pushing her legs up, he climbed between them. Mike could see his cum spilling from her sloppy pussy as Chance slipped in. His cock pushed it out, so much of it. She was so slick and he was so very hard.\nMike saw her eyes glaze over. Her hands clasped the sheets at her side and Chance heard her gasp, \"Fuck me hard.\" Both heard him growl. He thrust deep. He pulled almost out and plunged in fast. He was in such a state, out of control, full of animal lust. He pounded her harder and faster, fucking her deep. She could barely breathe. Mike could hear her groan and knew she was about to cum.\nThey heard Chance growl deep and low. Amanda tensed, her muscles locked up, clamped down on him, her pussy squeezed him and he cried out that he's there. That pushed her over the edge again; her body shook as wave after wave of sensation flooded up and through her. While he came, the sounds as his cock pumped her juicy pussy were loud. When she bucked and jerked, her muscles convulsed around his cock, milking it. So much cum, she was flooded. It was dripping out under her, spilling out and running down her legs, puddling under her ass.\nThe room was filled with the smell of sex. Chance pulled out, rolling to the side; her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed. As she lay gasping for air, her chest heaving, she tugged Mike to her. Pulling him down beside her, she whispered in his ear, \"Did you like that, baby?\"\n\"Oh, my god, yesssssssss\" was Mike's answer.\n\"Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy, Amanda. We should say thanks to Chance too, but I think he fell asleep.\"\nAs they lay together whispering about the excitement this fantasy inspired, their hands gently explored. This sharing of the experience was almost as erotic as the event for Mike. Amanda had discovered over the last several months of online relationship…his love of dialog, inter-action, the visual painting of the scene….how all of it heightened his pleasure.\nAs they discussed the evening's events, she could feel Mike beginning to tighten up. His muscles tensed, as her hand brushed lightly over his cock. It jumped and began to rise. When she told Mike how she felt as she sucked on Chance's hard cock in the car, she could see his breath quicken. Her hand continued its soothing and smoothing over Mike's body while they replayed this night's pleasurable moments. She reminded him of the excitement he created with his encouragement; that memory triggered an identical physical response. Mike's cock jumped and slapped the palm of her caressing hand. Amanda said, \"I remember, Mike, how incredibly hard you got, sitting in the front seat of the car, watching pleasure being given by your lady. You are almost that hard right now just thinking about it.\"\nMike's hand soothed over the tops of her legs, circling closer and tighter. \"You love doing this to me, don't you?\" Mike whispered.\n\"Mike, I do love doing this to you. I get hot when I excite you. I get wet watching you swell and grow. When we do this online, I imagine you sitting in front of me stroking your cock as visions of my dripping pussy dance in your head,\" Amanda said as she reached out and slipped 2 fingers between her slit, just far enough in to wet them….then raised them to Mike's lips for him to taste the sweet juice he created.\n\"Every time we talk I get such vivid pictures of you. My mind races whenever you describe things to me. When we relive a particularly hot encounter, I cum so hard, I practically explode.\" Mike said.\n\"Oh, baby, I hear that tingle of excitement in your voice as you build; like now, you start to breathe short and quick; your voice drops several octaves. It's so sexy,\" was her throaty answer.\n\"Amanda, baby, when you reach that level in your excitement, you get this little quiver in your voice. I don't know how to describe it other than, fucking sexy. It sets me off and there is nothing I'd rather do than fuck you.\" Mike whispered, barely able to speak.\n\"Like now, baby? Can you feel the excitement in me? You are vibrating with it. I can feel it through the bed.\" Taking her hand away from Mike's cock, she sat up and faced his hard body. She leaned over and traced her tongue down the side of his shaft. Behind him Chance stirred and opened heavy eyes to see her tongue disappear between Mike's balls. They both heard his groan and felt him shift on the bed. As Amanda continued to lap at Mike, Chance rolled to his side, raised his head to rest on his arm and softly stroked his stiffening cock as he watched her pleasure Mike in the same manner that she pleasured him earlier. To Mike she whispered, \"This is how it felt to Chance.\" To Chance she whispered, \"Remember this, baby? Remember how it felt, having my lips on you? My tongue flicking across your wet tip; my lips nibbling up and down the sides?\"\nLying between Mike's spread legs, she took his balls in the palm of one hand, rolling them, caressing them, while her lips slipped between, finding their way up that path to encounter that puckered little hole. Her tongue circled and licked. Pressing and teasing, Mike began to writhe on the bed beneath her. With each moan, he got closer to that edge. Chance exhaled a moan to rival Mike.\nPulling Mike's ass up off the bed, she pushed her tongue all the way into that little brown hole. Chance gasped as Mike cried out loudly, \"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS\". And she continued to plunge in and out, fucking his ass with lightening fast flicks of her tongue. It was taking both her hands to hold his ass to her mouth, her lips locked around him as she sucked; licked and then plunged her tongue back in again. Up onto her knees, holding Mike to her face, she felt Chance's hand slide under her and 3 fingers slammed into her dripping pussy.\nShe rocked back onto his hand and all but sucked his whole hand into her. She was so wet that part of his fist spread her wide as she rode his hand. She slipped her tongue out of Mike's ass and caught his throbbing cock with her mouth; swallowing him down the back of her throat. She gulped and swallowed as he pulsed harder edging closer to climax.\nChance finger fucked her over the edge and she screamed, \"Oh, my god, I'm cumming.\" Mike tightened up and thrust one last time into her mouth to explode down her throat. Chance pumped his cock one last time and he exploded over her back and ass, covering her with hot cream. She felt Chance lean into her and he pushed her down onto Mike. They all lay still, panting, in a tangle of naked bodies. \"Can we just stay here tonight, Mike? I'm not sure any of us is capable of driving right now.\" Amanda gasped.\nMike chuckled, \"I'm not sure I can even walk. What about you, Chance? You need to be somewhere?\"\nAs Chance rolled off Amanda's back, tugging her close to him, she snuggled her back up to his front and pulled Mike to her. They lay together spooning while Chance answered, \"Do you think they will tow my truck at the bar before tomorrow?\" Those were the last words spoken as they drifted off to sleep. " } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and sensual journey of Mike and Lori, from their chance encounter at the supermarket to their intense lovemaking sessions. Incorporate elements such as their initial attraction, their playful banter, and their explosive chemistry. Describe how they explore each other's bodies, indulging in oral sex, fingering, and deep penetration. Highlight the significance of trust and communication in their relationship as they experiment with different role-play scenarios like French maid, cheerleader, or Catholic schoolgirl. Emphasize the importance of maintaining a strong connection through frequent sexual encounters that keep their desire for one another burning bright.\n\nTags: erotic romance, chance encounter, intense chemistry, role play scenarios, oral sex, fingering, deep penetration" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was about 3 on a Saturday afternoon, about six years ago. I had gone to the supermarket for the weekly grocery shopping. I was 27, a single guy with a good teaching career, not bad looking at 6 feet and 170 pounds. I worked out frequently and was told I had a \"smoking\" body by at least a couple of the \"gym rats\", as I called the girls who I saw regularly. I dated often but hadn't found what I considered the \"right\" girl yet.\nI was waiting at the deli counter when I first spotted her. She was 5'10, about 140, wearing a baggy sweatshirt over skintight bike pants, legs stuffed into a pair of Uggs. Even through the sweatshirt you could see the curve of perfect breasts -- 34C, I would later find out. The bike pants accented every curve of her tight, muscular ass. Her toned legs seemed to go on forever. You could see the tautness of her leg muscles through the pants. She had curly light-brown hair that fell past her shoulders.\nEven looking at her from a distance, she looked like she belonged on the cover of _Vogue_.\nWe just glanced at each other for a second, and smiled.\nI picked up my order and headed off to my next stop in the store, the dairy section.\nI reached for the last container of lemon yogurt, and noticed a hand also trying to take it. I got to it first. I looked up... and found myself staring into the warmest brown eyes I had ever seen. It was the girl from the deli counter. Without thinking twice, I handed her the yogurt container. I could see she had high, round cheekbones, and full lips that, when she smiled, opened onto a set of absolutely straight white teeth. Even without makeup, this woman was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. I smiled at her, nodded, and walked off.\nAfter picking up a few more items, I decided I needed Cheerios. I headed towards the cereal aisle. I walked towards the center of the aisle, towards the Cheerios section, and stopped in my tracks.\nThere she was, kneeling, trying to figure out which box of Cheerios she should take.\nI shook my head, but decided not to fight it. I walked over, knelt down, and said \"Hmm, _this_ one looks okay.\" She looked up, startled... but looked right into my eyes and gave me another warm smile.\nWe ran into each other three more times in our travels around the store. Each time, the same thing happened -- we'd stop, look at each other, smile and move on. My shopping completed, I walked over to the checkout lines, and absent- mindedly got on the shortest one.\nYou guessed it. She was right in front of me.\nI was never bold when it came to talking to women. Quite the opposite, I was somewhat on the timid side. But I was feeling rather confident that day, and I decided to take the risk.\n\"Excuse me, miss, and I _know_ this is probably going to sound like the worst pickup line in history, but I _have_ to ask you: what is someone who looks like you doing in a supermarket this late on a Saturday afternoon, when she _should_ be getting ready for a date?\"\nShe contemplated me for a moment. I almost instantly regretted saying it. I stood there, waiting to get shot down.\nShe finally answered. She had a soft, melodious, measured voice. I guessed -- correctly, as it turned out -- that she was a singer.\n\"Because guys always presume that someone who looks like me already has a boyfriend. Therefore, someone who looks like me never gets asked out. Someone who looks like me, who according to you _should_ have a date, is probably going to spend this night, like I do so many others, watching a romantic movie on TV.\"\nI appreciated the blunt honesty of her answer. I also liked that she was entering into the spirit of the game.\nI answered, \"So let's suppose that someone who looks like me asked someone who looks like you out on a date -- tonight, right now, under these same circumstances. What would someone who looks like you do?\"\nShe took a pen out of her purse, wrote on the back of her groceries receipt, and handed it to me. She said, \"Someone who looks like me would write her address and phone number on the first piece of paper she could find, give it to you, and tell you to pick her up in two hours.\"\nI quickly read the phone number and the address, and realized she lived only a few blocks away from me. I let her know about it. She said, \"I figured you lived close. One generally shops near where they live.\n\"And, by the way, Sherlock, it also helps if you ask someone who looks like me her name. I'm Lori.\"\nSassy. I liked her attitude. I was so in shock that she'd talked to me at all that I'd forgotten to even introduce myself _._ Boy, did I feel like a dumbass.\n\"Sorry. I'm Mike.\" We shook hands. Her hands were warm and soft. Yet she had a very firm grip.\n\"Hi, Mike. Call me when you get home, just so you can satisfy yourself that the number I gave you isn't the local pizzeria. That way, I'll also have your number on my caller ID. Wait a second, give me back the receipt. I want to add one more thing.\" I handed it back to her, and watched her scribble something quickly on it. She handed it back to me. \"Put that in your pocket. Don't read it until you get to your car. See you later.\"\nI watched her walk out -- she turned and gave me a big smile as she left -- and I hurriedly bagged up my groceries and put them in the car. As Lori had instructed, I then pulled out her receipt and read it.\n\"5:30 P.M. Don't be late.\" The O and 0 were drawn in the shape of a heart. She also did a little drawing that looked like puckered lips.\nI said to myself: _That_ didn't _just happen. It COULDN'T have been that easy. An amazingly hot girl like that, and a dopey line like I used actually WORKED?_ I'm _not that lucky._\nFifteen minutes later, after I got home and hurriedly put away my groceries, I dialed the number she had given me. The phone rang once, then clicked.\n\"Is this Mike, my gorgeous sweet guy from the grocery store?\", Lori purred in that same tuneful voice.\n\"Pepperoni pie, extra cheese, to go? And don't forget the garlic knots.\"\nShe laughed uproariously. \"I was waiting for you to call. Do you mind if I pick the place for tonight?\"\nShe suggested a dance bar, which would have a karaoke contest later that night. \"Oh, don't worry,\" she said, \"I'll make sure we get a nice quiet table so we can eat and talk. A friend of mine manages the place, so she'll seat us wherever I ask her to. We _have_ to get to know each other, of course.\"\n\"I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer, Lori. Two left feet, you know.\"\nShe laughed. \"Then we'll just _have_ to do the karaoke contest. Do you like to sing?\"\n\"Been in and out of bands since my teens. Yeah, I think I'm pretty good. I'm more of a classic rock guy.\"\n\"Me too. Pat Benatar, Stevie Nicks. That type of music.\"\nAlready, we had something in common. I told her my parents had practically weaned me on the British invasion, had taken me to see Paul McCartney when I was ten, the Who when I was thirteen. My mother had been in the audience when both the Beatles and the Stones had debuted on Ed Sullivan.\n\"Wow, that's so cool. I LOVE Joan Jett. Why don't we sing 'I Love Rock and Roll' together?\"\n\"Sounds like a plan.\"\n\"Remember what I wrote on the receipt. DON'T be late.\"\nThere was more chance of Elvis rising from the dead than of that happening.\nI've rarely been more anxious for a date. I showered, shaved carefully and brushed my teeth about 5 times. I was out the door at 5:15 and headed over to her place five minutes away. She was standing in front of her building when I arrived. I saw her from half a block away... and almost drove into a car in front of me.\nShe was wearing a form-fitting black mini-dress, with a red belt around her waist and a plunging neckline that revealed LOTS of cleavage. The dress seemed to end only a few inches below the crotch. Her legs were absolutely perfect, ending in a pair of short, high-heeled boots. All of this was topped off by a short black leather jacket. Her hair and makeup were similarly impeccable.\nI pulled up in front of her, popped out and opened the door for her. She was slightly taken aback, then said, \"I'm not used to gentlemen who actually hold car doors open for ladies.\" She smiled, and did a little pirouette so I could see the whole package. As I got into the car, she said, \"So? You like?\"\n\"LIKE? I already know the hottest girl who will be at this club is walking in on MY arm! I feel like I just won the lottery. God, you look absolutely STUNNING!\"\nShe leaned in and gave me a little peck on the cheek. \"Keep throwing out lines like that, boy, and there'll be NO limits to what happens to you at the end of the evening!\" I didn't even want to think in terms like that for a first date. Mama raised a gentleman, you know. She gave me directions to the club, which took about 20 minutes to drive to. I had to drive with one hand, as she held my other arm the entire drive.\nWe arrived, and were seated by Lori's friend Joy, the club manager. As promised, it was a quiet table in a corner, away from the dance floor. We ordered dinner and commenced getting to know each other.\nWe found out that I was two years older than her, she was Catholic (I was Jewish, but that didn't matter to her -- she even said she hadn't been to church since she was in grade school), was a partner in a clothing business and did a lot of work from home, liked the same baseball team I did, much of the same music, and was also a trivia fan and had won some contests. I couldn't believe how flawless this girl seemed. We laughed, held hands a LOT, told a lot of jokes. Lori had a very bawdy sense of humor and didn't flinch from telling the occasional dirty joke. Suddenly, it seemed, we had been talking for nearly four hours. I didn't care. She was like an addictive drug. It seemed like we were the only two people in the club, which was jammed up.\nWe heard them announce the karaoke contest. We actually signed up twice -- for \"I Love Rock and Roll\", and Sheryl Crow's and Kid Rock's \"Picture\" (\"I want us to sing a ballad together\", she explained). The first song she really hammed up -- playing air guitar and grinding up against me while she was singing. She had a beautiful voice, by the way. She had an instinct for harmony, as I did, and our voices meshed together really well. On the second song, we spent the entire time staring into each other's eyes. We didn't need the monitor -- we both knew the words. At the end of the song, after the last line (\"I just called to say I love you/Come back home\"), we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed for the first time... deeply, passionately, melting into each other. We didn't care that the entire club was whooping and hollering for us. It was just us. Only WE mattered at that moment.\nIt was almost 1 A.M. when we left, our arms around each other and her head on my shoulder. Neither of us wanted the date to end, it seemed. While driving back, every time we stopped at a light, we stared into one another's eyes. It was a seemingly timeless, beautiful moment. We arrived back at her house, and she said, \"My apartment's a mess. Keep driving. Your place.\"\nI was surprised at the request. I had NEVER expected to bring ANY girl back to my place on a first date. I asked if she was sure. \"I don't want to ruin this. This has been the _best_ first date I've ever had.\"\n\"It's not over yet. If I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't have suggested going back to your place.\"\nI resolved right then and there that I was going to be the complete gentleman -- that if there were going to be any moves, _she_ would make them.\nWe got back to my house. I poured drinks, put a DVD into the player and sat down on the couch with her. \"Ooh. _When Harry Met Sally._ How did you know that's one of my favorite movies?\" I'd been paying attention, and remembered that she'd said that she had planned to watch a romantic movie that night. It was one of the best ones I knew. She took off her boots, lay back on the couch and put her legs up on my lap. I couldn't help but look at her legs, the shape of her rear, her pert tits balanced atop her perfectly sculpted, long, lithe body. I longingly looked and speculated on the wonders that lay underneath that tiny skirt. But always, always, I reminded myself that I'd said I _would not_ make a move and risk ruining the moment.\nWe spent _far_ more time gazing at each other than we did at the movie.\nAbout halfway through, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She told me, before she left, that I should shut off the movie and watch what I liked. I put on _Sports Center_ and started getting the previous day's sports scores. I heard her footsteps, waited for her to rejoin me on the couch.\nShe did, but not as I'd expected. She plopped herself down on my lap. She was completely naked. She wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a long, passionate kiss with lots of tongue.\n\"Lori, should we really do this? I've fucked girls on the first date and then gotten shot down when I called them back for the next. I think we've got something really special here. I don't want to blow it.\"\nShe kissed me again, deeply. \"We were obviously attracted to each other in the supermarket. You have ABSOLUTELY, one hundred and fifty percent done _everything_ right from the moment we first talked. You've been fun, smart, considerate, gallant and everything a guy should be to a girl on a first date. Whatever we wind up doing now, I know there _will_ be a second date... and a third... and a fourth.\"\nShe looked me in my eyes and kissed my forehead. \"Just know something. I'm not some nympho slut who bangs every guy on the first date. We're adults here. We both seem to want the same thing. _I_ don't feel that we're going to be 'fucking'. How we feel about each other -- and I think it's pretty obvious - we're going to be 'making love'.\"\nShe opened her legs slightly, and took my hand and guided it onto her pussy. \"I just HAD to get out of my panties. They have been soaking wet since we sang 'Picture' together. Touch me there... AHHHHH!!!\" she exclaimed as my middle finger found her clit. \"Ooh, baby, RIGHT there!! You've got it!! AHHHH!!!\", she moaned as she held me tighter. I was still fully clothed, but I could sense her wetness and my erection was growing. I hooked my middle finger around the entrance to her pussy, and fingered her clit with my index finger. She shook uncontrollably as the first, violent orgasm almost instantly hit her. \"AaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH, yeah, baby, that's it!!!! Finger-fuck me THERE!!!!! Oh, YEAH, baby, you are DOING it to me!!!\" She took my head and pushed it down onto one of her creamy breasts. \"Oooh, yeah, baby, SUCK my tits while you finger me. MAKE me come again!!! Oh, YEAH, this feels so good!!!\", she purred as I did as she asked.\nI couldn't believe it. This absolutely GORGEOUS, hot, horny woman was on my lap. How did I get so lucky?\nAfter yet another jolting orgasm, she climbed off me. \"Oooh, baby, get up. Let's go inside and REALLY have some fun!\" She climbed up on me as I stood so that I was carrying her piggy-back. She licked my ear the entire 30 feet or so between bedroom and living room.\nWhen we got to the bedroom, she sweetly, seductively said, \"No, not yet. I want to unwrap this present myself!\" I kicked off my shoes and socks as she removed my shirt. She then slowly undid my belt and button and pulled down my zipper, as if she was unveiling a painting. She dropped my pants, then my underwear. My 6 ½ inches of manhood stood less than an inch from her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly and slowly, tantalizingly flicked her tongue out towards my penis. I shuddered the second her tongue made contact. She gently licked around the edge of my penis-head, then motioned for me to lie down on the bed. She knelt down between my legs and took all of me, down to the base, into her mouth. Carefully, teasingly, she moved up and down on my shaft, moaning and slurping away. After a couple of minutes of sucking, she moved up, straddling my stomach and kissing me deeply. She then lay down next to me, legs wide open, and purred, \"You know what to do now. Give me everything you've got!\"\nI positioned myself, then slowly buried my member into her soft, wet love tunnel. How easily I slid into her! And how warm it felt in there! She put her head back and softly cooed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I began pumping.\nThere was no way I was going to rush this. I wanted to make this last and last.\nI tried to push on the upper end of her vagina, trying to rub against her clit. Her satisfied _\"Ooooohhh!\"_ and her tightening grip told me that I'd found the right spot. We kissed, we licked each other, nibbled on each other's necks. All the while I was pushing in and out at a moderate pace.\n\" _Ooooh_ , Mike, that feels _great!!!!_ Make me come again!!! Harder!!! Oh, yeah, _harder!!!!_ \" I felt her trembling and her voice began rising higher. \"Oh, yeah, FUCK me, baby!!! Yeah, you've got the right spot!!! FUCK me!!! FUCK ME!!!!!\" I kissed her, mainly because I wanted to, but also because I was starting to become concerned that the neighbors might hear. She seemed to be somewhat of a screamer. She turned away from my mouth and yelled, practically right into my ear, \"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!\" as a monstrous orgasmic wave hit her. She was shaking uncontrollably and was digging her nails into my back.\n\"Now it's MY turn. Lie on your back. I want to fuck you for a little while.\"\nWe changed positions, and she lowered herself onto my cock. I was totally enjoying my view of this goddess, bouncing up and down fervently on my cock, her body glistening with sweat in the dark, me playing with her tits, her rubbing her hands all over her body and waving her arms overhead almost triumphantly. After a couple of minutes, her body started shaking and she screamed out another orgasm.\nShe leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, a long, probing kiss with lots of tongue. \"Mmmmm, I could do this forever. What an amazing lover you are! Do you like my hot pussy?\"\n\"Are you kidding, Lori? Who wouldn't?\"\n\"Get back on top of me and finish the job! I want you to shoot into me so hard that I feel the taste of your cum in the back of my throat!\"\nWe returned to missionary, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around my body as I held her around her waist and pushed myself into her as deeply as I could. Her pussy contracted around my cock as if it were trying to suck my cum out of me by itself. I pushed quickly and deeply, concentrating on her clit and trying to see if I could coax one more orgasm out of her. Her trembling and shaking, plus a long, loud \"OOOOOooohhh!!!\" told me that I had succeeded. I then felt the rumbling inside myself, and screamed out \"AAAAGGGGHHHH\" as the welcome release came. I felt jolt after jolt as I sprayed my love juice into her. She shoved her tongue into my ear, then kissed me hard on my neck as she felt me coming. I gave her a good seven or eight long squirts, then fell exhausted onto her shoulder. We held each other close in the darkness, gasping and heaving, kissing when we had breath.\nWhen I got too soft, I pulled out and rolled off her and onto my back. Lori rolled towards me, lay her head on my shoulder, and wrapped her arms around me as I pulled her close.\n\"Mike, I can't believe you held out for that long. No guy has EVER made me come that many times!\"\nShe looked at me, kissed me softly on my neck, and then said, \"I wouldn't mind doing that EVERY day.\"\nI kissed her on her soft, inviting lips. I felt the same way. I said to her, \"If you want, you can take a shower before I drive you home.\" I saw her start up, with disappointment written all over her face. I quickly caught myself. \"In the morning, of course. There's no WAY I'd dream of you leaving now.\" She settled back onto my shoulder. \n _Or ever_ , I was thinking to myself. _There's no way I want you to leave, ever._ I softly stroked her hair and held her as we both drifted off to sleep.\nWe made love again when we woke up around 11 the next morning. It was faster, more intense to be sure, but just as satisfying. We showered together and ate brunch before I brought her home. She invited me in for a quick look-around of her apartment, which was not so nearly as messy as she'd described. The second she closed the door, she practically ripped off her dress and pushed me down on the couch, where we made love yet again.\nIt took me every bit of strength I had to walk out her door. I called her the instant I got home. We talked for another two hours.\nWe went out for dinner and a movie that night. We then went back to my house and made love twice more before we again fell asleep in each other's arms.\nThe following day she had to go to work. I was off for the summer, so I went to the gym and to run some errands. When I came home, she was waiting in front of my building. We made love again before she asked me to come over to her house for dinner.\nA month later, she moved in. Seven months after that, we were married.\nExcept for during her period, we have never let more than two days go by without having sex at least one time. Our record for one 24-hour period is nine. The sight of her just makes me THAT horny.\nShe's playful about it, too. Sometimes I'll come home from work or a workout, and she'll be standing on the corner of our block, dressed as a prostitute. She'll approach the car and ask me if I'd like to have \"a little fun.\" I'll then drive us into our development's garage and she'll give me a blow job in the car.\nShe likes to dress up like a French maid or a cheerleader -- or a Catholic schoolgirl, which for some reason REALLY turns me on. There have been times when I'll just rip off her panties and fuck her with the dress still on.\nSometimes I'll enter the apartment and she'll be standing naked behind the door. When I lock it, she'll grab my arm, pull me over to the couch and re- create our love-making session on our first date.\nThere are times when you just know it's right. Lori was just right. And I'm forever grateful that I chose that day of all days to go to the supermarket." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore a steamy encounter between a seductive night owl and a punk rock enthusiast in the back alley of a music venue. Incorporate elements such as voyeurism, exhibitionism, dominance/submission dynamics, oral sex, rough play, and intense orgasms. Highlight the protagonist's pierced clit and the unique pleasure it brings. Consider incorporating sensory details like the taste of cocaine, cigarettes, and wine on their lips. Use tags such as BDSM, public sex, rough sex, oral sex, exhibitionism/voyeurism." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have always been a lover of the night. And I believe the night loved me. It was our time of play, soundtrack by our music of thunderous passions and devastating addictions. The night is for the young, the restless, the pure and unhidden. The sun had completed its daily sacrifice some hours gone by and this meant I was to seek on my next prey. I took a shower with lukewarm water, enticing each pore in my body asking to be touched. I stepped into my room, still a little wet and laid on the bed for some minutes reminiscing about yesterdays play. Oh she had been such a great conquer... The images replaying in my mind made my hand slid down to the only place were sin opened up the gates to heaven. I caressed myself softly and played a little with my pierced clit. I was still moist from the shower, but the thoughts made me more lubricated with every second. I looked at myself in the mirror while my fingers danced and that turned me on even more. My nipples were hard and I liked it that way; clean shaven pussy, hourglass shaped body, hips to kill for, full legs that can take a beating. My soft skin adorned with ink here and there looked flawless. Pierced lip, black short hair, big lustrous eyes, high cheek bones... damn... I was a catch. I thought of climaxing, but being such a masochist decided to wait... to reach the explosion with a man, with a girl, whichever was today's victim. I licked my finger... then got dressed.\nBoots hit the asphalt and kick on the tiny pebbles that spit away into the darkness. The cigarette case in my pocket clings against my belt as if it was to announce my arrival. Smoke and kisses; as I gathered with the other criminals that I consider my peers. Kisses and hugs and smoke... our mouths always filled with grey fog, nicotine beauties. We've perpetually been fans of torture, to inflict and to receive pain, as art, as love and as chemicals that costumed our thoughts into flights. We were stateless... but we had rules, imposed by our wanting, by our inner-Sade, who craved and was completely relentless. The outcome tonight was interesting. I could recognize the usual suspects but there were new faces in the mist of the chaos. Interesting and enticing new and unknowing faces that could quickly play into my game, walked amongst the bar. I always focused on what they chose to drink that night. That is one of the key ingredients in winning my attention. Anyone can chug a beer, but it's the true connoisseurs that order simple whisky on the rocks.\nI stayed and mingled with my kindred lost souls and listened to the band that was breaking away the sound barrier on the front of the crowd. Punk rock will always win me over. I saw us dance in circles, fists in the air, smoke and alcohol, stomping on the ground with de-satisfied boots. Indeed it was true raw enchanting perfection. With the usual stepping away into the bathroom to entice the night with white powder, making my nose feel like it had never existed and lifting my being up to the highest point known to existence. I glanced at the bar, trying to decide on my soon to be actions. I glanced at him and thought that he must have already glanced at me, while I wasn't caring. Pretending not to mind him, I walked and ordered a shot of whisky and drank it straight up, knowing he was watching, I was creating an act for him. He liked my theater. He walked towards me and ordered the same as I had... the use of the conversation opener.\n\"Fuck, that's some hard stuff,\" He said and then lit a cigarette.\nI replied, \" Yeah, you have to be tough are you?\" I ordered another shot; he followed my lead and ordered another, paid for both. We drank our shots together and then I placed a cigarette on my mouth. He lit it for me.\n\"It's nice to see a lady who knows her spirits. I'm Blaine, you are\" He asked, while trying not to stare at my breast.\n\"It doesn't matter. You're going to buy me another drink?\" I asked knowing he will say yes.\nHe showed up with two Shiraz filled wineglasses and led me to a nearby sofa to talk a little. I knew he didn't want to talk and well as he knew it too, but I guess it was the protocol, and the majority of girls out there are not like me. I'm the girl that gets what she wants and is not afraid to admit it and I knew I wanted him, I desired him in me.\nCordially I asked, \"Want some pleasure?\" Then sniffed a line and passed it out to him.\n\"Never say no to pleasure\" he replied, snorting like a pro. This guy wasn't new...but he was new to me.\nHe had penetrating dark eyes, thick eyebrows and green Mohawk, oh so typical. I've always been attracted to that type: tall, dark and handsome, but it was style what turned me on the most. He was built, but not to be exaggerating in vulgarity. He had tight jeans, black Dr.Martens and some old band t-shirt. He had good taste... Minor Threat. Another punk, yeah but he was nice... all mine for that night. I guess we are all junkies. I was addicted to many things, but it was sex the one that I craved the most... the withdrawal symptoms were unbearable.\nThe bands played for another hour... he excused himself to go kick and scream on the mike to one of the songs he knew by heart. He came back, nothing new to my surprise, with more drinks and playful smile. Sweaty... sexy, I was getting all nervous for the night to come along. We talked, laughed and he talked into my ear, because the music was too loud. He took me by the hand and went outside. The noise was gone and I could hear him clearly, yet he still talked into my ear, kissed me on the cheek. I grasped the back of his head and pulled in tight on his crotch, and interlocked our tongues together for some minutes.\n\"Mmm, you taste like cocaine, cigarettes and wine. What a tasty combination,\" I whispered into his ear and giggled. I pushed into him more, so he could feel my thighs and how hot he was making me. I was so wet, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, and I bet he could sense it too.\n\"You're so sweet, I want to bite you,\" He said while biting my neck slowly. It would probably leave a mark.\nHe grabbed me and aggressively took me to the back of the venue. There were some cars and a couple of junkies in the background, probably passed out from their misery. He planted me against the wall and kissed me passionately, his hand playing around with my panty line.\n\"Fucking touch me, don't be a tease,\" I ordered.\nHe slipped his hand inside my underwear and started to caress me, getting a nice surprise to see I was all clean and even more of a shock when he found my little clit ring.\nHe uttered in surprise, \"Now, you are one special fucking little perv aren't you? I fucking love that!\" He licked his lips with approval.\n\"Play with it; it's so much fun... isn't it?\" I said, softly moaning into his ear and bit his neck hard. It felt so good how he played with me like a toy.\nHe asked, \"You want a taste?\" He took his fingers and gave me myself to taste. I knew that taste... I was sweet.\nI licked his finger and giggled. It always makes me laugh to see their mouths slowly water at the thought of eating me endlessly. He went down kissing my thighs and licked me all over. It was soft, but tantalizing. I opened up my legs so he could get it all, drink me, swallowed me completely.\n\"Come here!\" I commanded. Pulling him up, I geared my hands beneath his shirt and let my hands introduce themselves to his body. His chest had a playful patch of hair in the middle and his back was sturdy and waiting to be bit into. I scratch him a little with my nails, marking the prey.\nMy hands played with his aroused dick, above his jeans. He sighted, informing me I was welcomed in, at the same time he fingered me with passion. I undid his belt and as it fell to the floor and hit the ground, I rejoiced in that sound that only means you're on your way to forfeit pain and only experience pleasure. I started to slowly caress his dick... a good thick, average-sized shaft that was anxiously waiting to impale me. I stroke him slowly first, circled the head and gathered the pre-cum in my finger, gave it a taste and just watched him melt.\n\"Mmm...Oh, fuck... you know you wanted that since you saw me, go ahead, its yours.\" he said. I started to go faster and the lubricant made his entire dick wet and moist and oh so ready. I couldn't help myself to kneel, forgetting about my knees that were being battered by the pebbles on the floor. I kneeled and licked the tip of his greatness and circled around and played and touched.\nHe pushed against my mouth and stuffed me with himself. I wanted to drain him, take his essence for myself. He pushed my head into himself; he did it violently and grabbed my hair tightly while moaning in a soft manner. One of his hands was against the wall, a fist that exclaimed content and the other hand pushing me against him. We sweated together. He pulled me up to his face and kissed me, bit my lip and grabbed my crotch. I knew he couldn't help it anymore, he needed to finish me, wanted to feel my insides. I obviously, led him in.\nHe grabbed me and placed me against the wall, my back towards him. He pushed into me and his dick slowly caressed my ass and then my pussy. I was so wet, so juicy and eager. He made me bend forward and stuffed himself into me, letting out a great moan of victory. I moaned softly, cursed the heavens and earth. He grinded on and on, he went in and out and in again; a perfect rhythm, chaotic symphony of sex, sweat, moans and feeling. While he fucked me his right hand ventured around my pussy and caressed my clit aggressively. I wanted him to beat me; I wanted him to fuck my life out. I screamed, forgetting there could be people around watching, and then he screamed. He pushed more and more and grabbed my tits from behind; our bodies sliding up and down each other, in sweat and the essence of sexual encounters. I left out my last moan... conclusion of such a victorious hunt. My prey kept on going for some more seconds and then he was there. Flushed, beaten, violently loved, very satisfied.\nHe picked up his shirt from the floor and cleaned himself with it. I lit a cigarette... drenched in our juices, pinned against the backstreet of the venue, we smoked, in satisfaction. Observing each other... the great conquer of the night. We laughed and we knew... it will maybe never happen again . \"You want another whisky?\" He asked after our breaths went into their normal state again.\nI nodded in agreement and went back inside, to get lost again. Oh the children of the night... what sweet music we certainly make." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate encounter between the protagonist and her ex-boyfriend in a steamy elevator ride. Describe how their drunken state heightens their desire for each other, leading to an intense oral sex scene against the wall. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission as Ryan takes control, pounding her relentlessly while she begs for more. Portray their raw passion and pleasure as they reach climax together. Don't forget to include details about their physical sensations, such as the cold metal against her back and the dripping sensation down her leg. Suggest tags like \"drunk sex,\" \"elevator hookup,\" \"oral pleasure,\" \"dominance/submission,\" and \"intense orgasm.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh my gosh, you were so funny tonight! You were all like, trying to dance with me and shit, and then you gave a beer to a girl scout!!\" I held onto Ryan, as he was giving me a piggyback ride down the street, and laughed so hard I could scarcely breathe.\n\"I did not,\" he protested. I giggled because his speech was slurred. \"We had a lot of beer, and then we did shots! They were called dirty girl scouts... They're your favorite!\" He hiked me up higher on his back as he carried me. \"I would never give alcohol to a minor!\" At this notion we both nearly doubled over with drunken laughter, being that I was 20 and thus not yet of age to drink all the alcohol he had bought me that night. When we recovered from our laughing fit, he added, \"AND--I'm a good dancer!!\"\nI snorted. \"You looked like you were being attacked by a swarm of bees!\"\n\"Yeah well at least I wasn't all grinding up on some guy, like you were,\" he retorted.\n\"I was grinding on YOU! You liked it.\"\n\"Did not!\"\n\"Yeah well--you...\" he hiked me up higher on his hips once again. \"I forget what we're talking about. Oh my gosh! We should go dancing!\" My eyes twinkled, as the brilliant idea had just entered my mind.\n\"I'm putting you to bed and then I'm going home,\" he said, and I could hear him smile even though I could not see his face. I made a whining noise in his ear, and he glanced over his shoulder at me. \"What?\"\n\"I don't wanna go home...\" I said, but I sounded more tired than I should have been because I was so drunk. Truth be told, I was seeing double, and didn't want to go back to my lonely apartment and wait until the room stopped spinning so I could get some sleep. I had a good buzz going, and I wanted to enjoy my time with him while it lasted. Besides, it was too early to call it a night!\n\"Okay, then tell me this,\" he said. \"How many drinks did you have tonight?\" I took one arm from around his neck and started to count on my fingers. I knew it was more than five, so I took my other arm from around his neck to continue counting. \"WHOA!! Hold on! What the hell are you doing!?!\" I quickly grabbed onto him, as I was about to fall backward onto the concrete.\n\"I was counting!\"\n\"Well count in your head, damnit!\"\n\"Okay,\" I answered. \"I had that cosmopolitan, and then a couple beers, and then a long island, an Irish car bomb, and then some more beers, maybe, and then—OH MY GOSH!! You gave a girl to a beer scout!!\" I laughed hysterically; this was the funniest thing I had heard all night.\n\"I'm taking you home,\" he chuckled. \"Lightweight...\"\n\"I am NOT a lightweight, thank you very much. I can hold my own!\"\n\"So can I,\" he grumbled, hiking me up higher on his back once more. \"All 110 pounds of you.\"\nI grinned behind his back. \"My hero,\" I said softly, and kissed him on the cheek.\n\"Keys?\" He leaned over so I wouldn't fall off him, and held out one hand so I could give him my keys. I rummaged around in my purse and found them and clumsily handed them to him. We were at the front door of my apartment building now, and he was struggling to open the door and hold me at the same time.\n\"I can _walk_ , ya know,\" I giggled. \"You silly boys always think I can't hold my liquor. Watch this.\" I slid down off his back and stood rigidly straight with my arms held out as though I were displaying myself, all the while trying my best to look sober. \"See? Isn't that convincing?\" He wrapped an arm around my waist and caught me, as I was about to fall over.\n\"Yep, ya had me fooled,\" he laughed.\nWe walked inside to find that the lobby was empty. Because it was 2:30 in the morning on a Thursday night, this was not out of the ordinary. \"I tell ya,\" Ryan said as he directed me toward the hallway with the elevators. \"It's a good thing you're cute when you're drunk... My arms are killing me.\" I giggled at him.\n\"Well you should come up and I'll give you a massage,\" I grinned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him aside against the wall. I held my mouth a few inches from his and lowered my voice. \"Sound good?\"\n\"I'll take a rain check,\" he smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. He stared at me for a few seconds with this smile on his face until I blushed and looked away. \"But for now, it's time to put you to bed.\"\nTruth be told, I loved his chivalry. He lived a good 15 minute walk from my place, and it was getting chilly outside, but he still walked me home. I knew he had no intention to stay at my place that night, but when he looked at me with that smile on his face and with a twinkle in his sweet eyes, I decided to try to convince him otherwise.\n\"Mmmm, but you _know_ I can't sleep without you,\" I whispered in his ear. He shivered lightly; something about feeling my breath on his ear always turned him on—which was exactly what I wanted. I pulled the slit in my short skirt over so my thigh was exposed, and wrapped my leg around his—nothing too obvious, but just enough to get his attention. I bit my bottom lip and smiled as I looked up at him.\n\"Noooo, no, no,\" he chuckled, and loosened his hold around my waist. \"I see what you're doing, and it's not going to work!\" His hands found my arms and went to move them down off his shoulders. \"C'mon, you know how I feel about this,\" he said, and I knew he was serious, but his drunken slurred speech lessened the effect. I did know exactly how he felt about it—when I was drunk, he would not touch me. It was a matter of respect in his eyes, and I adored him for it. He always said he didn't trust himself and that he had a hard time saying 'no' to me. But didn't he understand? We were both drunk, and I was bound and determined to have some fun. Besides, I would enjoy the challenge of getting him to take me; it would make it all the more worth it in the end. It was like playing a game—and I wasn't planning to lose.\n\"Alright, fine,\" I said, backing off him a bit. I took my keys out of his hand and, before acting like I was going to walk away, dropped them on the floor. \"Oops,\" I said, sounding ditzy on purpose. I bent down slowly to pick them up again, all the while keeping my back straight. I slid my ass slowly down the length of his body, picked up my keys, and slid slowly back up again. I could feel his body tense up against mine as I gave him a little wriggle where I knew he would enjoy it most. The whole thing came off fairly smoothly, considering how drunk I was. \"Silly me,\" I half-smiled and rolled my eyes. Then I walked away from him, putting extra motion into my hips; I could feel his eyes watching me.\n\"That's not nice,\" he said, sounding annoyed. He peeled himself from the wall and followed me toward the elevator.\n\"What,\" I asked innocently, looking over my shoulder.\n\"You know damn well what,\" he protested as he came over to me. I didn't press the button on the elevator yet; I wanted to break him down a little more before we went upstairs. I shrugged my shoulders, with the intent of inching one of the straps on my tank top to fall gracefully from my shoulder.\n\"I'm sorry, baby,\" I said, pouting for him. I put my arms around him again, and played with his hair. Running my fingernails gently along the back of his neck, I asked, \"You forgive me?\"\n\"Yeah, yeah, yeah,\" he muttered. He shuddered at the touch of my fingernails against his skin, and moved to back away from me again. He turned from me and pressed the elevator button; I could hear the machinery working inside the elevator shaft, and I knew I was running out of time. My mind quickly searched for another trick I could play on him to get him to come upstairs with me.\n\"I don't know what's gotten into me,\" I said, deciding to take the flattery route. \"I just can't keep my hands off you.\" I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, my breathing quickening. \"You look so good tonight, baby...\" I gave him a light kiss on the cheek; he was staring down at me eagerly. I kissed him on the other cheek, and my hands were moving from around his waist down to his ass. I loved being a bad girl; I definitely had his attention now, and just thinking of how hot he must have been getting made me wet. I ran a hand down over his ass and back up again, loving every minute of his reaction. He was trying so hard not to tackle me at that very moment, and I was amused at his effort. It was time to push him over the edge.\n\"Do I get a goodnight kiss?\" I whispered in his ear again. Then I took his earlobe between my lips and sucked on it for a moment. I dragged my teeth lightly over his skin, and then kissed it again. I'll never understand it, but something about that small action, which I thoroughly enjoyed, made him go crazy without fail.\nJust then the elevator opened, and he grabbed me and kissed me hard while he pushed me inside. My mind whirled at his aggression, and I silently celebrated that he finally seemed interested. He had me against the back of the elevator, and the handlebar that ran along the interior walls dug into my back. It hurt, but I enjoyed it in the intensity of the moment. The color rushed to my face, and I felt as though we had just stepped into a sauna. My head was spinning, partly because I was so turned on and partly because I was so drunk. The elevator doors shut, but we did not move because we had not yet selected a floor.\nWho knows what got into me that night, but I was going crazy with him. Okay, so it was probably that Irish car bomb that did it, but nonetheless, I was all over him with no inhibitions. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was down his pants and I was stroking his dick feverishly. I had never opted to give him a hand job before, but I decided I shouldn't just go down on him right there in the elevator. I kissed him furiously and he held me with urgency in his touch while his dick hardened quickly in my hand. I rubbed him faster, paying special attention to caressing the head of his dick with my fingertips. He moaned low and long into our kiss, and it drove me to distraction. I lifted one of my legs and clinched it around his body; one of his hands grabbed my thigh and held it there.\nSlowly and carefully, I backed us away from the back wall of the elevator and we made our way to the control panel near the door. Still kissing him all the way, I took my hand back out of his pants and pressed my body tight against his. Trying to see straight enough to press the button for the eighth floor, I turned my head slightly and mashed my finger against the button. Then I immediately returned to concentrating all my energy and focus on Ryan.\nHis hands were groping me everywhere, and I was amazed at how quick and slightly clumsy he seemed when he was drunk. I decided that it didn't matter either way if I got off or not that night; I just wanted to get him into my apartment and fuck his brains out. I was by far wet enough to fuck him at this point, and it made no difference to me if I had an orgasm or not because I was so drunk.\nI could feel his hard dick against my skin, and I badly wanted him inside of me. I was about to unzip his pants right there in the elevator when we heard a 'ding,' and the doors opened. There were three guys, about our age, standing in the hallway waiting for the elevator. They stared when they saw us, and we broke our embrace long enough to exit the elevator just as they got on.\n\"Get 'er done, dude,\" one of them slapped Ryan on the back and all three of them laughed like buffoons. I smiled to myself merely because the situation amused me. My apartment was right across the hall from the elevator, and I began to search frantically in my purse for my keys while Ryan let a hand roam beneath my skirt. I looked up at the elevator doors as they were closing just in time to see my keys there on the floor of the elevator!\n\"Oh shit,\" I exclaimed. \"My keys just went down with those guys!\"\n\"Never mind those guys,\" Ryan breathed as he took me in his arms. \"Go down on _me_.\" I laughed heartily as he bent down to kiss my neck and breasts.\n\"Ryan!\" I scolded him, but I was only kidding. I reached over behind him to press the elevator button once again. I saw that it was going to make its way all the way down to the first floor before it came back up again.\n\"C'mon, baby, don't make me wait...\" Ryan growled low into my ear as he came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I could feel his dick hard against my ass, and he pushed forward slightly with it. I suddenly felt like I was the one being seduced here, and I remembered my goal of the night. I couldn't make him wait while the elevator climbed back up to the eighth floor.\nThe hallway was deserted. There was no way I would have done this had there been people there, no matter how drunk I was. I reached beneath my skirt and slid my hot pink thong down to my ankles. I caught it on the toe of my stiletto heel and flipped it playfully behind us onto the floor. I turned to face him with a devilish flash in my eye and he closed his eyes as I unzipped his pants. I was surprised to find that he was going commando tonight—it was entirely unlike him, especially because he knew we were just going to a bar that night. Regardless, I was delighted to see his penis there for the taking.\nI knelt before him and licked the head of his penis gingerly. I felt his hands in my hair, which made me nervous, but I did not ask him to stop. He knew I hated when he put his hands on my head as I sucked him off, but in his drunken state he seemed rougher than usual and more primal than I had ever seen him before. I took him into my mouth hungrily and was surprised at how hot he was against my tongue and lips. I worried that he would cum down my throat; I got the feeling he was close. Something inside of me told me to suck him harder and faster, and I did not suppress it.\nHe held my head lightly and I felt him thrusting gently into my mouth. I stopped moving my head, and let him do the work. I could see that he was struggling hard to hold back, but he was enjoying himself so much I let him keep fucking my mouth. It wasn't too intense or uncomfortable; he didn't push as deep as I would have. I rather enjoyed watching him tense up, and I loved the feel of his aching dick inside my mouth. At last he let go of my head and I withdrew from his dick. I licked the head a little more, tasting his precum.\nJust then, the elevator behind us dinged and the doors opened. Luckily, the elevator was as empty as the hallway was, and my keys were thankfully still there. I got up off my knees and kissed Ryan quickly and then made for the elevator. I bent down to pick up my keys and was startled to hear the door close behind me, but even more startled to see that Ryan was inside with me, and had closed the doors. I stood up and faced him.\n\"Ryan,\" I reprimanded him hungrily with an evil grin on my face and a flash in my eyes. \"You are naughty tonight,\" I groaned as he groped me hard. It was unlike him to be so forceful and strong with me, but I didn't want him to stop. He came at me rather quickly, then, and kissed me hard while he pressed me into the back of the elevator once more. I could feel that he was teasing me with his dick, moving it up and down my pussy. I trembled with anticipation and pushed my pussy up against him as much as I could, but it was clear that he was in charge now.\nHe picked me up and held me against the wall with one arm while he used his other hand to guide his dick into my pussy. He filled me up, as he always did, and I nearly had an orgasm just at the excitement of it all. I moaned loud and long as he held onto me and pushed his dick slowly into me. I felt him withdraw, and it amazed me how quickly I yearned for him to thrust deep inside of me again. I begged him to go faster, to skip the build up, because I knew he was ready to cum inside me.\nHe pounded me hard against the wall beneath my skirt, and my back and head ached with terrible pain at the feel of the cold, hard metal against my body. I was sweaty and red faced as he grunted and called my name out loud while he fucked me. I could barely breathe because of the intensity of Ryan fucking me and the pain I was experiencing from being nailed against the wall. I urged him to fuck me harder, though, because I never wanted him to stop. I could see he was going as fast as he could while still having to hold me up against the wall. My pussy burned in anticipation, and though I was not going to orgasm, the feel of Ryan inside me and the pleasure he had at that moment was fulfillment enough for me.\nI moaned and called out in delight as he came hard inside of me at last. I enjoyed every second of his joy, never wanting his startling orgasm to end. His body shook hard, and he could scarcely breathe as he threw his head back in bliss. He squirted into me several times, and it seemed that he came more when he was drunk than when he was sober. He filled me up so full that I could feel something dripping down my bare leg. Whether it was his cum or my own wetness, I hadn't the slightest idea.\nAt last his long orgasm was over, and he withdrew from me and gently set me back on my feet. He leaned against me, holding himself up against the wall with one hand and panting as though he had just run a thousand miles. I was sore already, and I glanced up to see that I had left sweat and steam marks all over the metal wall of the elevator. I was out of breath myself, and quite tired. He kissed me as soon as he composed himself enough to control his breathing a little more. I smiled up at him; the drunkenness of the night was by far overshadowed by the pleasure Ryan brought me. The air hung heavy with the sweaty smell of sex.\n\"Come to bed,\" I smiled at his beautiful face and put my arms around him as I kissed him. He seemed to be speechless, and I reached around behind him to press the button and open the door. I grabbed my keys, took his hand, and led him out behind me. The hallway was cool and bright, compared to the sauna-like elevator we had just exited. I opened the door to my apartment and led him to my bedroom; I could feel his cum dripping down my leg slowly, but it didn't bother me.\nI sat him down on the edge of my bed and sat on his lap, putting my arms around his neck. \"Now how about that goodnight kiss,\" I asked. He smiled, put his arms around me, and kissed me. He laid me down on the bed and went to pull my tank top off over my head.\n\"You're going to bed so soon?\" I saw again the hunger in his eyes and smiled as I shook my head. He kissed me gently, lovingly, like I was used to. I pulled him on top of me, as it was decidedly going to be a long night." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nExplore the newfound sexual awakening of Chrissy as she delves into a passionate threesome with her best friend Vanessa and the mature and experienced Gavin. Write a scintillating scene where Chrissy, initially skeptical but now fully immersed in pleasure, succumbs to the desires of both Vanessa and Gavin. Include elements such as deep-throating, doggy style, cunnilingus, nipple play, hot tub sex, oral sex, cowgirl position, rough face-fucking, breast play, mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms and cum play. Craft an enticing narrative that captures the intensity of their encounters while highlighting the transformation of Chrissy from innocent to confident lover. Don't forget to add tags such as threesome, erotic awakening, friends turned lovers, intense pleasure exploration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chrissy slept in like usual that Saturday. For the first time that summer she was off from the pool she lifeguarded at. No alarm for today and getting up a little after 10 am, she showered, ate a bowl of sugary cereal and settled down to watch 50 Shades of Grey for the 100th time.\nOther than hang out with her best friend later she had no plans. So, Chrissy was a wee bit surprised by Vanessa's appearance when she opened the door to a whole new woman. Chrissy didn't know what it was but Vanessa looked the same, spoke the same but, over all she was not the same woman she had known since middle school.\nFor one thing instead of their regular quick hug or high five greeting, Vanessa in her usual baggy t shirt and long skirt with Birkenstock sandals; gave her an open mouthed kiss and squeezed her ample breasts while rubbing her hardening nipples which caused Chrissy to gasp in slight shock.\nVanessa held her in her arms and hugged her tighter and told her, \"I love being your friend so much! I have so much to tell you!\"\nChrissy smiled and in admiration says, \"What the fuck bookworm? Do tell!\"\nFor the next 2 hours Chrissy held in her doubts as Vanessa described what she experienced earlier last week at the Newman's and again a few times individually with each partner, as she had an open invitation to visit whenever she wanted. Chrissy had a hard time believing this. She knew Vanessa would never lie to her and the further\nVanessa went on describing how she could now deep throat a cock, love getting pounded doggy style, eat out a woman and make love to a partner with everything she had to exhaustion and keep on going is where Chrissy had to put her foot down and call bull shit!\n\"There is no way anything of this you told me is true! Did you let that creep Larry you work with in the library feel up you up in the back of the storage room and study Porn Hub for the rest of this nonsense? There is no way my sweet innocent friend who I tell all my trashy sex life to (to make you blush), is a dirty fucking cock slut now?\" You are pulling my leg... What the fuck?\"\nChrissy laughed for a good bit while Vanessa laughed with her just as loud until Vanessa grabbed Chrissy's hand and gave her a deep wicked little grin that Chrissy stopped laughing and looked at her old friend in a new light.\n\"I figured you wouldn't believe me! So, it's a good thing you had me plan what we are going to do today. I promise, this will be way better than the movie and sushi I was\noriginally going to have us do.\"\nChrissy immediately says, \"What the fuck bookworm? What have you got me into?\"\nSmiling ear to ear? Vanessa grabs her the hand and leads her out the door to her Toyota Corolla. Before Chrissy has closed the door, Vanessa already pulled away from the curb and had shifted into 2nd gear to lead her old friend into new temptations she has never known before.\nVanessa didn't speed but was somewhat aggressive in her driving, as she drove to the Newman's house and pulled up in the guest parking area. Leading her by the hand Vanessa took Chrissy around the back where Gavin was shirtless cleaning up the spa tub. Chrissy looked at Gavin, who Vanessa never hesitated in giving him a huge hug and kiss on the lips as they spoke to each other like they knew each other for ages.\nChrissy actually felt shy as Vanessa pulled her over to meet Gavin. Chrissy could see the man in the flesh but what she had in her mind was this older mature man being with her sweet innocent bookworm girlie in every imaginal way sexually and frankly it blew her fucking mind.\nGavin could see Vanessa beaming, like a proud parent, introducing her friend to him. Vanessa had already cleared it with Cassidy and Gavin that she had a friend she wanted to \"introduce them to.\"\nGavin saw before him a striking full figured blonde woman who was tan all over and curvy in all the right places. Standing taller than Vanessa by a head at 5'6\"and having firm D cup breasts and a firm taught ass of an athlete. Chrissy's hair was in a loose bun on the top of her head and she wore gym shorts and a sports bra with a sleeveless top. Her sun warmed flesh never did hide her dimples that showed up as she smiled at the muscles she could see on Gavin's hairy exposed chest.\n\"What are the two of you up to today,\" Gavin asked, winking at the girls?\n\"Oh, nothing much,\" Vanessa replied in a fake innocent manner while blinking her eyes and putting one leg up after brushing it back and forth on the deck, laughing.\nChrissy says, \"Don't look at me,\" laughing as Vanessa acting up, \"I was brought here against my will.\"\n\"Well,\" Gavin said, nodding towards the hot tub or their above ground pool that are both connected to the Newman's large rear deck, \"the waters fine if you want to take a dip in either pool.\"\nVanessa looks to her to see what she will do and Chrissy stammers, \"I don't have a swim suit with me.\"\n\"When has that ever stopped you,\" Chrissy heard from her friend laughing loudly as Vanessa is already getting undressed, stepping out of her skirt, bare above the waist except for her bra heading toward the hot tub. Chrissy shakes her head as she raises her shirt off and drops her shorts following Vanessa into water. Gavin joins them in trunks, he was already wearing, after handing each of them cold water bottles from the cooler near by.\nGavin sits on the opposite side of Chrissy while putting his arm around her on the rim of the hot tub. \"Do you like it,\" Gavin asks both ladies?\nBoth say they do. \"We just opened both pools up for the season last weekend.\"\nVanessa smiles and then proceeds to share how she got to help Gavin open them up from winterization but for some reason it took Gavin longer to do it with her help.\n\"Maybe it was because of you needed too many 'rest breaks,\" Gavin says with a hardy laugh.\nWith a shocked and then devious expression on her face, Chrissy's mind knows what they kind of sexual innuendo they are inferring to and all the sudden the truth of everything Vanessa told her come crashing into focus. Chrissy begins to feel the heat of the tub get to her as the mental pictures form in her head that her little bookworm has more than book knowledge about sex and that she will probably not be able to walk well after leaving here this evening as the three of them see the LED lights around the deck come on, highlighting the large privacy fence, that encircles their small well maintained yard.\nChrissy feels Vanessa's arm move toward her back as Gavin begins kissing her neck. \"I don't know about you Gavin, but Chrissy is a bit over dressed,\" says Vanessa as she deftly lifts ups Chrissy's sports bra over her head and begins kneading and caressing Chrissy's sun darkened breasts.\nGavin breaks his attention on Chrissy's neck, as the bra comes past his face, to kiss Chrissy full on the mouth. Chrissy despite the contrary is feeling a bit overwhelmed. Not that she has any problem with what is happening right now but deeper down she doesn't still believe it. Gavin and Vanessa for one thing are taking their time. Chrissy in her loud and boisterous nature is used to hard and fast. Get what you want and get out. Here Chrissy now has time to process everything. And to be honest she isn't complaining, just running through these thoughts in her head.\nGavin especially surprises her as he not going below the shoulders at all yet with his hands. From prior experiences, past men have been on her tits an ass with in seconds. Here nice and easy is not deafeningly slow at all but is leading to \"the long play\" as her field hockey coach once spoke about in high school referring to game strategy.\nChrissy feels herself being manipulated bodily from both partners. Vanessa pulls Chrissy against her own chest, where Chrissy's back now rests against the naked 42 DD chest of her friend, who is kissing her neck and shoulders while she continues to squeeze and pull Chrissy's large pencil wide nipples. Gavin makes his way down the front of her body with his mouth. He takes her right breast in and sucking on it softly and then more forcefully as he eases off her panties with his other hand as Chrissy's body floats up to allow access to her lower half.\nChrissy's hands begin to roam all over Gavin's body. Chrissy feels the strong muscles on his back and shoulders. Vanessa's attention to her sensitive breasts and nipples is causing electric shots of pleasure to move down her body causing her clit to harden in excitement. Gavin now holds Chrissy by her thighs, spreading her legs apart as he moves his mouth toward her bald exposed pussy. Gavin wastes no time tongue kissing her wet hole, biting on her labia, while continuously avoiding her clit.\nChrissy arches her back and moans deep and loud. Gavin is in no hurry. He takes his time licking her from asshole on up, feasting on this feisty blonde, who he is taming with his tongue. By now the trio has left the hot tub and is laying on the smooth treks decking surrounding the pools.\nGavin and Vanessa switch out, as Vanessa grins mischievously at Chrissy, between her legs. Chrissy sees Gavin's hard 6\" cock and takes it hungrily into her mouth. Where Gavin held back, Vanessa goes in for the kill, immediately flicking Chrissy's clit and pushing two fingers in and out of her friend and rubbing on her ribbed g spot. Chrissy licks up and down Gavin's shaft and starts taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Gavin kneads and caresses Chrissy's breasts.\nChrissy pulls his cock out of her mouth and tells him, \"I like it rough, you're being too gentle with me.\"\nSo, Gavin thrusts hard into her mouth as Chrissy coughs and slightly gags around his cock. The look of pleasure and passion across her face is plain for both lovers to see.\nGavin then stops face fucking Chrissy and lays on his back, motioning for Vanessa to come sit on his face. Vanessa gladly obliges leaving Gavin's hard wet cock free standing. Vanessa moves Chrissy a top Gavin's cock and holds his shaft steady as Chrissy impales herself on it. As Gavin feasts on his Vanessa's well trimmed pussy he feels a tight warm wetness enveloping his hard cock as Chrissy begins to fuck him cowgirl style. Both girls reach out to the other to play with the others breasts and kiss each other.\nVanessa so loves the pleasure that Chrissy is receiving from Gavin and herself. Nothing about this day is for herself but for her friend who needs to know what a good man can do when he truly loves and care for his partner. Vanessa loves what his mouth is doing to her sex. By now Gavin knows what rhythms her body enjoys and it was not so long ago that Gavin had her from behind at this very place on their last \"work break,\" last weekend.\nChrissy is going as fast as she can fucking Gavin but, knows she is close to cumming. Chrissy begins to almost release his cock from her pussy, but instead slows her speed and comes down harder and deeper on Gavin's cock. She swears his cock head is almost entering her cervix as she moves in such away that she makes sure her g spot is rubbed as she comes on the up stroke.\nVanessa is rubbing her clit furiously as she suckles on Chrissy's breasts sending shot waves of pleasure all through Chrissy's body. Chrissy can barely stand it any longer. She looks down and feels Vanessa mouth coming off her breast slightly as she grinds her sex into Gavin's face and loudly moans into her friends breast, as her own long held in orgasm comes out which causes Chrissy to come down hard one more time, her kegel muscles squeezing Gavin for all he was worth as she let out a wild feral scream cumming all over his cock.\nGavin feels his balls tighten and knows he is getting close to blowing his seed into this blonde's tight pussy. Not knowing if she is on the pill or not, Gavin allows both girls to shakily get up and kneel into front of him as he stands between them. His cock is soaked with Chrissy's love juices. Vanessa eagerly takes him in her mouth and savors the taste of Chrissy on Gavin's cock and balls. Chrissy runs her open mouth up and down Gavin's shaft as Vanessa lets him out of her mouth with a light audible \"pop\" as Chrissy takes over jerking Gavin off while taking his cock into her mouth as both ladies switch on and off sucking on him.\nGavin can feel he can hold back no longer and tells them, \"Look out girls, I am going to cum,\" as he moans when both back off of his cock that is inches from their faces.\nVanessa and Chrissy each look at each other as if to say \"it's up to you?\" Chrissy opens her mouth wide as Gavin lets out a long gasping moan as he erupts into her mouth with the first two ropes of his seed. Gavin backs away in relief as he coats Chrissy's face and chest with four more ropes of white pearls as she jerks him off to satisfaction. Cum is leaking out of her lips as she kisses Vanessa. Both girls spreads his cum all over Chrissy's body.\nAll three of them are a hot sweaty cum soaked mess. Gavin opens the patio door and all three collect their clothes and head inside. Vanessa throws everyone laundry in the washer while Chrissy and Gavin wait for her in the large basement shower. Gavin turns the water on to hot as Chrissy and Vanessa help Gavin clean up after their backyard adventures together.\nAfter exiting the shower, all their clothes go in the dryer as the three head into the guest bedroom next to the shower, where Chrissy turns the tables on Vanessa and Gavin. But alas ladies and gentlemen that tale is for another time." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing prompt: In the steamy aftermath of christening their fire truck, Aidan and Hanna find themselves craving more exhilarating encounters. Explore their insatiable desires as they explore each of the remaining five fire trucks in the station, indulging in passionate encounters filled with oral pleasure, anal play, and intense orgasms. Craft a scorching tale that showcases their adventurous spirit and undeniable chemistry, leaving readers yearning for more. Don't forget to include tags like \"erotic romance,\" \"firefighter fantasy,\" \"multiple partners,\" and \"public sex\" to capture the essence of this fiery escapade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For those of you who are in the emergency services, you'll have to excuse my wife. She's not living in \"our\" world of pagers, sirens, light bars, late calls in the cold, and brotherhood (or sisterhood). She just doesn't \"get\" it. She doesn't get a thrill out of it like we do.\nIt had been an exciting few weeks for me. I had been voted by the department to Chief; the youngest ever at age 30. A few days later our volunteer department had received our brand new, customized rescue truck. It was big, shiny, and had the brightest light bar. We all were in awe of it. The rescue captain suggested we have a dedication ceremony for the public. I figured it made sense since we would be using it to save them.\nThe ceremony was set for one of the Fall evenings. The sun was just beginning to set in a fiery ball of orange as I stood in front of the mirror adjusting my tie. I admit, I was a bit happy to be back in my parade uniform: shined black boots; black belt; navy blue pants with a 1 inch gold stripe down either side of the legs; a white dress shirt; black tie; navy blue coat with department patches and silver buttons; white dress gloves and navy blue parade hat.\nMy wife, Hanna, came into the bedroom buttoning her blouse. Of course, I sneaked a peek at her chest: 38Cs covered by a black and pink lace bra. I felt myself stiffen in a certain area. I smiled as I helped her brush her long auburn hair. It smelled of rose Herbal Essence shampoo -- my favorite of all scents. I said, \"Thank you for agreeing to come tonight.\"\nShe smiled and rolled her eyes. \"You know, I really don't understand what all the pomp and circumstance is about. It's just a truck, Aidan.\" I proverbially bit my tongue at her last statement of utter blasphemy. I set the brush down and kissed her on the nape of the neck. I lightly pinched her ass as I exited the room. She gasped with a smile.\nI sat on the couch watching TV until she was ready; my uniform coat unbuttoned and white dress gloves hanging out of my back pocket. I heard her high heeled shoes come across the kitchen and then soften as she got into the living room. \"Do I look okay?\" she asked.\nHanna looked more than \"okay\"! She left her long, auburn hair free flowing. She had light rose colored eye shadow which made her chocolate eclair colored eyes pop. Her iridescent blue blouse had a low V-neck, giving me a glimpse of her sexy cleavage. Her black skirt came down to just below mid thigh. I almost noticed her freshly shaved legs weren't confined to stockings. Her feet were in strappy sandals that had a bit of a chunk heel to them. She even painted her toe nails.\nI said nothing, but crossed the room and kissed her soft lips sweetly then hungrily. Without breaking my kiss, I ran my hands up the back of her sexy skirt. Imagine my surprise to find my wife wearing a lacy, tiny thong! I could feel her legs become weak. I tightened my grip on her. I pulled away and commented with a smile, \"You tell me if you look 'okay'.\" I pointed to my zipper that was beginning to bulge.\n\"Oh!\" was all she could say as she blushed, looking at it. I figured by the time we got to the fire station, it would soften.\nI was right. I was able to make it through the dedication ceremony without feeling distracted. I would sneak peeks at Hanna every now and then. She would sit, looking a little bored, with her legs crossed at the knees, causing her skirt to hike up a bit. We concluded the ceremony with a customary breaking of a champagne bottle over the bumped of the rescue truck. Finally, I could be with my wife ... and show her a little about the proper way to \"christen\" a fire truck.\nOnce the party was over, it was my duty to lock up the station. The silver moon had risen in the night sky. I check my watch: 11:13 PM. I walked into the truck bay to find Hanna sitting, looking bored, on the bumper of the new rescue truck. \"There you are!\" I said, my voice echoing off the cold cement floor. She looked over at me with a smile.\n\"Sweetie,\" she began. \"I have to admit; I love you, Aidan, but I just don't understand all this,\" she said with a shrug of her shoulders. \"What so exciting about a fire truck?\"\nI tried to hide a smile as I took her by the hand. \"Oh, come here!\" I said, opening the passenger door to the rescue truck. I climbed inside and sat in the leather seat. I advised Hanna to take off her shoes for easier climbing. I think it was pretty amusing to watch my wife attempting to climb into the fire truck. Like a gentleman, I helped her in.\n\"Where am I supposed to sit?\" she asked.\n\"On my lap, I guess,\" I said as I gently pulled her backwards. She giggled softly as her curvy ass hit my hips. She rested her shoe-less feet on the dashboard. We gazed out the windshield at the closed bay doors. Through the those windows, you could see the moon reflecting off the lake. Wrapping my arms around her, I smiled. \"You know, only an officer is allowed to sit in this seat.\"\nShe countered, \"Does that include Chiefs?\" I nodded. \"What about Chiefs' wives?\"\nI sarcastically answered, \"Well, I guess I can make an exception for you.\" She lightly tapped my cheek with a smile. I took off my parade hat, tie, and unbuttoned a few buttons. Hanna ran her fingers over my brush cut, chocolate brown hair. \"That feels so relaxing,\" I said. Hanna stayed facing forward. It was silence.\nSlowly, I trailed my fingers over the nape of her neck and then to her collar bone. She relaxed into me and put her head on my shoulders. Her eyes were closed. I brought my fingers lower and traced her breasts over her pink and black lace bra. Hanna gasped slightly, so I unbuttoned a few of her buttons on her blouse, revealing her bra,\nI moved my kisses to her outer ear. She dropped her hand to my knee; eyes still closed. Gently, as I kissed her ear, I ran my other hand up her silky leg to her inner thigh. A little smile appeared. I went up her leg farther, until I traced the front of her thong. I could feel her whole body relax into mine. I even thought I heard a soft moan.\n\"Does that feel good?\" I whispered. Hanna nodded. I gently pulled her skirt up, revealing her lacy black thong. I instantly got a hard on. Hanna could feel it as she wiggled her ass against it. That certainly made it better. I decided to keep my fingers between her legs. I moved the crotch of her thong aside. It was already wet. To my surprise, Hanna had shaved the underside of her tight little pussy. That was cool.\nI kissed her neck as I slowly slid one of my fingers inside her pussy. She was even wetter on the inside. I brought my finger up to her clit as I wrapped my hand around one of her full breasts. Hanna whispered in ecstasy, \"Oh, Aidan.\" It was almost as if the words got caught in her throat. She slightly grinded her hips, causing her clit to rub against my finger. I graciously took up the slack. I glided my finger in an up and down motion. Then I added a second finger, much to her pleasure. Her breathing became much heavier.\nAs I played with her clit, I pulled the cup of her bra down, freeing on her breasts. Her nipple was very hard. I really wanted to suck on it, but she was facing the wrong way. Instead, I messaged her breast and gently tugged on her nipple. An audible moan escaped her delicious, kissable lips. \"I see we like that,\" I smiled. Hanna softly giggled. She was dripping wet for me. I wanted so much to taste my wife.\nI began to rub her clit even faster. Whenever she masturbates for me during sex, she always does it at a quick pace. (Who says men don't pay attention?) This brought a rise in her ecstasy. \"Oh, Chief Smith,\" she moaned, trying to catch her breath. She arched her head back against my shoulder and spread her legs a little wider for me. I could see a slight reflection in the windshield. That was kind of hot to see.\nI stopped for just a moment to slide her black lacy thong off. I tossed it on the driver's seat of the rescue truck. When Hanna opened her legs for me again, I could see her upper inner thighs glistening with wetness. She begged me to keep rubbing her clit at the fast pace. The more I rubbed her, the more she wiggled against my erection. It was actually starting to hurt as it was pressing against the zipper. Hanna shifted enough for me to undo the zipper. It felt better, now only pressing against the flannel boxers. Her grip tightened on my knee. I smiled since I knew what that meant. \"Come for me, Hanna,\" I encouraged. \"Please come for me. Come in my fire truck.\" I was so turned on by the sight of her exposed pussy and her about to get off. Finally, she moaned my name as I rubbed my thumb against her clit and slid my index finger insider her as far as it would go. I could feel her inner muscles tense around it for several moments. Hanna's pussy became even more wet.\nShe turned around to face me. Her brown eyes frosted in ecstasy. \"Your turn, Chief Aidan Smith,\" she cooed in a sultry voice. I truly wasn't expecting that. I was fine with getting my wife off and then jerking off in the shower later. I wanted her to be taken care of; but, then again, I wasn't about to argue if my wife was going to fuck me in my fire truck! It's every fire fighter's fantasy.\nHanna quickly unbuttoned my dress shirt, revealing a navy blue t-shirt. She undid the pants button and quickly popped my dick out from the slit in my boxers. She even took the time to fold the fly of my uniform pants under so the zipper wouldn't pinch (I love my wife!). Hanna wasted no time as she slid me into her pussy. I gasped with delight at how easily I entered her. She was dripping wet now. I groaned as she rocked her hips back and forth. She wanted to make me come hard. I knew I was going to.\nI freed her other breast from the cup of the bra. Her 38Cs were big enough to where I could suck on both her nipples at once. I knew she loved that feel. I twirled my tongue around them together, and then licked them separately. I pulled my wife to me and smiled, \"Hanna, you're being naughty girl tonight!\" trying to catch my breath. She grinned and grinded her hips against mine. That almost made me come.\nI lifted her skirt and playfully swatted her curvy ass. The reflection in the windshield was like my own life porn movie. She giggled at that feel as she rode my dick. I leaned my head back against the leather seat. I cupped her ass in my hands. Gently, I began to slide my finger into her ass. \"Oh, Aidan! Please!\" she begged.\nHow can I tell my lady no? Hell, not to that request! I loved doing that! Even back there she was well lubed from her own wetness. My index finger was the perfect size for her. She tilted her hips backwards to allow me to slide my finger all the way into her tight ass. She shuddered with a smile. Hanna adjusted to the knew erotic feel and then kept riding my dick. By the look on her face, she was going to come.\n\"Hanna, will you masterbate for me?\" I asked, breathlessly. With a vixen smile, she dropped her hand to pussy. Quickly, she began to rub her clit. Damn, I loved that sight.\n\"Aidan, this feels so good with your finger in my ass,\" she said, breathlessly as well. I worked my finger back and forth as she rubbed her own clit. I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded in ecstasy. Hanna quickly followed as she kept riding my dick through our powerful, mind-numbing orgasms. I swear, I thought I was seeing stars.\nI slowly slid my finger from her ass. My vision was even a little blurry. Hanna smiled at me. \"Oh wow!\" she sighed. \"That was incredible!\" I smiled and nodded. I was about to say something but Hanna cut me off. \"Aidan, are there anymore fire trucks that need to be 'christened'?\"\nI smiled, \"Yeah, the tanker.\"\n\"Which one is that?\" she asked.\nI pointed to my right. She smiled. \"Whoa. That is a big fire truck,\" she said in a sexy voice.\nI grinned, \"I thought you didn't like or 'get' any of this, Mrs. Smith?\"\nShe put her bedroom eyes on and said, \"I think I changed my mind,\" as she yanked me out of the rescue and over to the tanker.\nAnd just think. We have a total of 5 other fire trucks in that station..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nExplore the steamy encounter between Chrissy and Vince at the club, as well as their passionate tryst on the beach. Write a scene that delves into their intense chemistry, incorporating elements such as public sex, oral pleasure, rough play, and multiple orgasms. Highlight Vince's dominant nature and Chrissy's willingness to explore her desires. Don't forget to include vivid descriptions of their sexual acts and use sensory details to enhance the erotic atmosphere. Consider using tags like BDSM, public sex, oral sex, domination/submission, multiple orgasms, rough play." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chrissy sat by the phone waiting. He was already two hours late and not a word. She had tried his mobile phone but it seemed to be turned off, and his home phone wasn't answering either. This wasn't the first time he had stood her up on a date, but she had made up her mind that it would be the last. Tonight was her night and she was going to make the most of it. After calling a cab, she said goodnight to her roommate Vicki and sat on the front steps to wait.\nThe cab delivered her to the front door of club she had never been to before. She had been told it was the classiest club in town, and gaining access was never easy, unless you measured up to the strict standards set at the front door. She blushed a little when they not only let her in, but also gave her free entry. Wearing her new black latex skirt was already paying off. She had bought the skirt to impress Brad, but since he had better things to do tonight, she would find another to impress.\nThe front entrance was a flight of stairs that went upward with every step flashing a different color as she stepped on it. At the top of the stairs was another set of doors and another pair of very large, muscular bouncers. The dark haired one gave her a wink as he opened the door and she actually blushed. Tonight was not a night for blushes, so in a moment of spontaneous daring, she reached up and kissed the bouncers cheek. She has always had a thing for such big, strong men. Perhaps it was because she was so small in structure that these massive hulks of masculinity made her feel so petite and dainty.\nThe bouncer laughed, catching her mood, sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her full on the mouth, tipping her backwards in a graceful dip. Setting her back on her feet, she giggled sheepishly and slapped his shoulder, darting through the door and into the club before anything else happened.\nPulsing music met her at the door, lifting her already elevated excitement to new heights. She had been to clubs many times, but never alone, and never with such wicked thoughts in her mind. She felt intoxicated even though she was yet to have a drink, something she intended to rectify right away.\nMaking her way to the bar, she ordered a white wine, changing her mind and opting for a bloody Mary instead. The bar tender winked at her devilishly, asking if she would prefer a slippery nipple, his personal favorite. She declined with a toss of her long hair and a laugh, saying that the night she had in mind was going to wet more than just her nipple. He leaned over the bar, flashing his perfect white teeth and smiling with his sparkling eyes.\n\"I get off in an hour if you're not already wet by then, and I truly hope you won't be.\"\nChrissy blushed a little, knowing full well what he was suggesting. The idea of taking home the barman excited her immensely. Many times she had come out to breakfast to find Vicki on the kitchen table, her legs spread and a barman or bouncer between them. She didn't know what it was about her roommate, but she did seem to have a thing for tables. Once Chrissy got a bowl of cereal and sat eating it while a rather large naked bouncer chatted to her, slamming his cock into Vicki. She had come to spilling the bowl a few times with his thrusting, but she managed to finish without a mess, heading off for a shower and date with Brad.\nTwo things made her giggle at this point. The memory of Vicky on the table, and the thought of what Brad would think if turned up and found her on the table with the barman. The idea had merit, and Brad finding her in just such a situation might make him see she needed more then he had been providing.\nShe finished the drink, and ordered another, this time accepting his offer of a slippery nipple, delighted to find it every bit as delicious as the bar tender said it would be. Before that drink was finished, another one appeared in front of her. She looked at Vince, at least that's what his nametag said he was called, he pointed to a guy across the bar.\n\"Compliments of the tall gentleman in the black jacket.\" The man was eyeing her seductively, smiling and leaning in on the bar. She lifted the drink, tipping a little towards him in acknowledgment, then taking a sip. When she looked back to towards him, he had a dizzy blond hanging off his arm with a grip that made it quite obvious she had no intentions of letting go in a hurry. Chrissy thought the silly bitch would probably fall flat on her ass if she didn't have the support of his arm. The guy gave her a frustrated and apologetic look. The kind of look that said 'If I can dump this in a gutter someplace I'll be back for you.'\nVince seems almost delighted that the guy had to take the intoxicated brat home. He gave Chrissy another drink.\n\"This one's on me. I'll be back in a few, don't go anywhere.\" He really was serious about getting off work and making more than her nipples wet. She wiggled a little on her stool at the thought of it. As the music, atmosphere and alcohol began to mix Chrissy's senses, Vince appeared beside her. He had changed out of his work clothes, and into a tight pair of black leather pants, and a white shirt, left open half way down the front. Chrissy could not help thinking how good he looked.\n\"Shall we dance?\" Taking her hand he led her out onto the dance floor, spinning her around and wrapping her into his arms. For a moment she knew how the blond felt. If not for him holding her, she would have been on her ass on the floor. With her hands around his neck, and his hands resting comfortable on small of her back, they danced.\nSlowly he pulled her closer to him, breathing hot in her ear, his hands sliding down over her ass and cupping her tight cheeks. He kissed her neck, sending surges of pure lust surging through her, making her knees a little weak and her heart beat a little faster.\nThe song finished and they paused for a moment waiting for the next song to begin, but a moment was more than enough. Their eyes met and their lips followed, devouring each other with heated passionate kiss, his hands cupping her ass so tight he almost lifted her off the floor and her fingers buried them selves into his mass of curly black hair. The music started again, but they didn't hear it. They could hear nothing but their own primal needs and the beating of their hearts.\nBreaking free of her body, Vince took her hand, leading her off the dance floor to a table reserved for staff and special guests. He took a chair behind the table, and pulling her onto his lap, resumed kissing her with more fire and passion than he had on the dance floor. Stroking her thigh with one hand, holding her to him with the other, his tongue exploring every cavity and crevice in her willing mouth, Chrissy new she was at the point of no return. But then, she had no intention of returning when she came here alone tonight.\nVince's fingers ventured higher and higher up her thigh, her short skirt proving to be no hindrance at all to his curious fingers. The found the fabric of her panties, a touch that sent a surge of heat racing through Chrissy's crotch. She moaned softly into his mouth and he knew she was his, a plaything to do with as he pleased and be pleased. He caressed the soft fabric, feeling and teasing around the edges of the elastic, lifting it a little and sliding a finger underneath to stroke her soft bush.\nChrissy could feel Vince growing hard in his tight pants under her ass. Just feeling him there, so hard, so close, it made her wiggle a little. A wiggle that had a very arousing affects on him. Her body was taking on a life force of it's own as her passion increased, and when his fingers reached her aching pussy, she became charged and alive. Spreading her legs as far as her skirt would allow she invited him to explore her most hidden treasures, and he was oh so eager to discover them.\nStroking and caressing the edges of her panties, his fingers sought greater gifts. Finding the beginning of her tender slit and sliding his fingers along it, feeling her hard little love pearl, and then her moist and luscious entrance. He dipped his fingers into her exotic pool of love juices, covering them with the slippery smooth cream, then pulling back to find her sensitive jewel. His kisses became more intense, more aggressive and more desperate. Skilled fingers worked her throbbing clit, manipulating her into a creature of pure lust.\nChrissy wiggled harder on his lap and he groaned with the extra pressure on his already throbbing cock. She burned to see what he had to offer her. Sliding from his lap and under the table she reached for his belt buckle. He leaned back in his chair, giving her more room to work, watching as she loosened the zip and released his caged monster. Chrissy gasped a little at the size of him. He was magnificent. She looked into his eyes for just a moment, licking her red painted lips before she took his throbbing purple head into her mouth. Moving her lips over him, sucking, teasing, and running the tip of her tongue around and around the sensitive rim. She hummed as she sucked, sending vibrations up the length of his shaft and into his loins. He groaned softly, running his fingers through her hair as he watched his cock vanishing into her delicious mouth.\nSoon he could take no more. Pulling her to her feet, he turned her round, her cute little ass facing him, sliding her skirt just high enough that he could pull her g-string to one side and pull her back against him. Slowly he moved her over him, lowering her onto his massive tool, impaling her on his love sword. She bit hard on her bottom lip, trying not to cry out at the sudden and complete intrusion of her sensitive pussy. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her until she could take no more of his length. Never before had he found a woman who had come so close to taking his full length. He was enthralled. Lifting her slowly up and down, his hand under her ass, she began to ride him. Sliding her hot box along his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper with every move, moaning softly in both pleasure and pain.\nIf anyone had noticed them taking their pleasure behind the table, it wasn't made obvious, though at this point Chrissy hardly cared. Never had such desire and lust consumed her. With her hands on the edge of the table, she bounced up and down on his lap, her excitement growing with every beat of the music, and every thrust of his cock. He reached around with one hand, finding her tender clit and pinching it between his fingers, rubbing it, stroking it.\nShe needed no more encouragement. Pushing down hard, her head thrown back, she bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying not to be heard over the pounding music. He gripped her slender waist, lifting her as he continued to thrust, her orgasm making her tight pussy even tighter. He groaned, trying to keep his own sounds down to a reasonable level, his cock pumping gush after gush of hot cum into her. At last he was done, every drop of his cum drained from within him. Wrapping his arms around her, his cock still buried deep within her throbbing womb; he pulled her back against him, holding her in their moment of shared pleasure.\nIn time, he lifted her from his lap, sitting her close beside him on the next chair. She straightened her skirt and he did up the front of his pants, smiling at each other wickedly. Excusing her self for a moment, she headed for the ladies room to clean up a little, Vince grabbing her hand and pulling her back for another quick kiss before she left.\nFinding an empty cubicle, she did her best to clean up the sticky mess between her milky thighs. Her clit tingled and throbbed at her touch. It had been the single most thrilling sexual experience of her life, and she wanted more. Returning to the table, she was stunned to find Brad standing there talking to Vince.\nHe reached out and grabbed her, pulling her roughly to him and tried to give her a kiss as she did her best to pull away.\n\"There you are gorgeous. I went to pick you up and Vicki said you'd gone already, so I figured you had come here.\"\nLooking at her watch, it was already well after midnight. Her anger began to build; as much at his shabby treatment of their relationship, as the fact that he had just spoiled the wonderful feeling she had hoped she would never lose. She pulled from his grasp, giving him a contemptuous look.\n\"Eight o'clock was over four hours ago Brad and I waited for you long enough. It's past midnight and I have already turned back into a pumpkin, and you're still a stinking rat. You and I are history Brad. As of eight o'clock last night, the final chapter in our story was ended.\"\nVince had been leaning back against the table watching and listening to the conversation and he was not overly impressed by the way Brad treated his women. He was even less impressed by the way he was treating this particular woman. Figuring enough was enough, he motioned discretely to one of the bouncers. He intended getting her out of her before it got ugly and ruined a very nice evening. Slapping Brad on the shoulder, he reached for Chrissy's hand.\n\"Brad buddy, if you don't mind, I was just about to drop this lovely lady home. We'll catch you around.\" Brad looked stunned and confused when Chrissy took Vince's hand and began to walk away with him. Grabbing her arm, digging his fingers into her soft flesh leaving a nasty bruise, he jerked her back, raising his other hand in a move to strike her.\n\"You little bitch. No one walks away from me.\"\nHis fist was met mid swing with the sound of crunching bones. The bouncer who had kissed Chrissy at the front door now stood between her and Brad, his own huge fist squeezing Brads until the first finger cracked, then drove his other fist into Brads stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Brad buckled over and fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. Still standing over Brad, he nodded to Vince, letting him know that this would be taken care of and to get out of here.\nTaking Chrissy's hand again, Vince led her from the club and out to the rear car park, stopping beside a red corvette stingray to make sure she was all right. Apart from the darkening bruise on her arm, she was fine, a little shaken, but fine. Her heart was pounding in shock. Brad had always been a bit of an ass hole, but he had never threatened to hit her before, and by the look in his eyes up there, it was no threat.\nVince held her to him, stroking her hair and hushing her until she was a little calmer and not shaking as badly. He wiped a tear from her cheek, looking into the bottomless depths of her deep brown eyes, kissing the end of her nose.\n\"Are you alright now Baby?\" she nodded yes and pressed her cheek back to his shoulder. He held her against him with one arm; with the other he fished into his pocket and found his car keys. He opened the door to the corvette and helped her in, liking the way she looked in the passenger seat. She looked at him a little confused.\n\"This is yours?\" he threw back his head and laughed at her child like expression.\n\"Yes Baby, it's mine.\" He climbed in behind the steering wheel, starting the engine, and backing out of the lot. He drove for a while, not saying a word but looked at her often to be sure she was ok. She sniffed a little, wiping her nose with a tissue from her purse and looked out the window. He had a feeling he knew just how to make her feel better, driving to his favorite place to be alone.\nHe turned through a gate, drove down a narrow road the seemed to go on forever. Chrissy was becoming a little anxious as to where they were headed, they seemed to be in the middle of no where all of a sudden. He took her hand and squeezed it gently, smiling and assuring her that this was a place she would love and he really wanted to share it with her.\nShe relaxed a little, but I fully understood her apprehension. They immerged from the trees in a small clearing that lead down onto a rocky beach. The full moon was just above the horizon, shining down with a stream of light that made Chrissy feel like she could just step out onto it and walk all the way to the moon. The waves broke almost silently over the rocks and a gently breeze kissed her face. Vince opened to door and took her hand helping her from the car. She has never seen a more beautiful place. Every ounce of pain and tension she had felt since leaving the club had been swept away on the gentlest of breezes. She took of deep breath of the warm salty air, leaning back into Vince's strong arms as he embraced her from behind. He made her feel so warm at that moment, so safe and secure.\nTurning to him, she reached up and kissed him tenderly, his own kisses a little heated, igniting a fire with her that threatened to consume them both. Lifting her onto the bonnet of the car, he reefed up her skirt, snapping the side of her g-string and ripping from her body. Laying her back, he spread her slender thighs and buried his hungry mouth in her soft bushy crotch. She dug her fingers into his hair, directing him to the places she waned him most. There was no tenderness in his ravaging lips, but he still took care not to hurt her in any way. Licking, sucking and biting, he lapped and sucked, gorging himself on her tenderness.\nChrissy's body was on fire, burning with a need she never new existed but demanded be fed. Her body wiggled and writhed under his the attention of his incredible mouth. His hands holding tight to her him, not allowing her pussy to escape his torturing tongue for even a moment. She was close, so close. He stood, leaning over her body, digging his strong fingers into the fabric of her blouse and ripping it from her gorgeous breasts. She cried out at the ferocity of his passion, reveling in the glory of her own wondrous freedom of self. His mouth found her breast as his cock found her pulsing hot hole, biting and sucking as he pushed himself deep into her.\n\"Oh yes.\" He moaned as her body opened up to welcome all of his throbbing cock deep inside her. She was magnificent. Meeting him thrust for thrust, holding his head to her breasts, directing him to where her pleasure lay. Over and over he drove himself into her, feeling her entire body shuddering in wave after wave of heated orgasm, the inner walls of her pussy squeezing his cock, threatening to suck him dry.\nHe was nor ready yet. Slowing for a moment, letting her heaving body quiet just a little as her orgasm subsided, he thrust into her once more, driving her with the same ferocious need he exhibited a few moments before. Her body was gripped by another shattering wave of orgasmic pleasure and he could hold back no more. Pulling his cock from her heated depths, he administered the final few strokes with his hand, shooting a stream of hot cum over her breasts and face. Another load shot over her shoulder and onto the glossy polish of the bonnet, and yet another covered her panting belly.\nHe collapsed on top of her, painting for breath and resting his head on her breasts. She stroked his hair, giving her own body time to recover as she swam in the afterglow of their pleasure. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the water edge, walking out a short distance and sitting in the waist deep water with her in his lap.\nChrissy snuggled in close as the cool water covered her body, trusting in his arms to keep her safe. As he began to bath her in the salty water, washing away the stick cum the coated her splendid body, she gave him a curious look.\n\"Vince, how do you afford a car like that on a bar tenders salary.\"\n\"Is that what you think I am? A bar tender?\" his eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted a hand full of water and washed her cheek. He could see she was confused and it touched his heart.\n\"Yes. Of course, aren't you?\" She pulled away from him a little, looking into his face, searching his eyes. \n\"Well, I guess in a way I am. I'm often behind the bar; especially if we're short staffed like we were tonight. I like working behind the bar, and since I own it, it's only right that I help out when I can. I like to see my customers happy. And on what I earn, I can easily afford that car, and the other three I have just like it, this beach and the land surrounding it, and that house up there in the cliffs.\" Pointing up, she could just make out the lights of a massive house that overlooked the ocean. She was in a complete state of shock.\n\"Oh my god. Your Vince Boleros.\"\nHe could not help but laugh. She really didn't know who he was and yet she wanted him. She thought he was nothing more than a bar tender and yes she desired him. That was not something that happened often and he was deeply touched by her honesty. She was the first real woman he'd had since he made his first million and she was everything he could have hoped to find. He kissed her again, this time with tenderness and caring. This woman had stirred something in his he didn't want to lose.\n\"Yes little one, I am Vince Boleros, and I am yours to command. Make a wish and I will do all within my power to make it come true.\"\nShe considered him for a moment, trying to grasp the reality of her situation. It didn't matter to her who or what he was; no man had even made her feel the way he was making her feel. Still a little breathless, her sweet lips curled up in a wickedly hot smile.\n\"Take me home, I want my flat mate to see what breakfast on the kitchen table looks like first thing in the morning.\"\nHe wasn't really sure what she had in mind, but as far as he was concerned, as long as she was there, it sounded great." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate encounter between two lovers in a steamy kitchen setting, where desire ignites over a home-cooked meal. Incorporate elements such as cooking, oral pleasure, intense penetration, multiple orgasms, and a cigarette for added sensuality. Craft an erotic smut story that captures the raw intensity of their connection and leaves readers craving more.\n\nTags: kitchen sex, food play, oral sex, fingering, intense orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I light my cigarette, and take my first drag, slowly. You'll be home any minute, and I've almost got dinner ready. I wonder if you remembered your coat today, as I look out the window at the gloomy October sky. Standing here in this nightie, I'd be freezing, if it weren't for the heat coming off of the stove.\nAnother drag... I can hear your car pull into the drive. I hear your car door, swiftly followed by the sound of the back door. I smile. You're home. I go back to stirring the masterpiece in front of me.\nYou come up behind me, without saying a word as you wrap your arms around my waist and let out a long, slow sigh. I smile again and take a small piece of pasta from the pan, feeding it to you over my shoulder. You let out a soft moan, and your lips meet my neck, tasting the food, and me at the same time. You are hungry alright, but for more than just food. I see your arm reach out and turn the stove off.\nIn a split second, I'm turned around, facing you, and your hands immediately find my breasts. God, I love your hands. So big, and masculine... So strong against my soft skin. The callouses are rough in such a pleasurable way, it makes me shake a bit. One hand slides down to grab my ass, while the other cups my breast, your thumb flicking over my nipple, bringing the soft little bud to a taught peak in an instant, and a low moan stumbles out of my throat. The warmth of your hands is hotter against my skin than the heat radiating from the stove. Your mouth comes down on mine, pressing against it, intruding the small space with your soft, yet powerful tongue. Massaging every crevice of my mouth with your tongue, your hand slides over my breast, curving around to press against my back. Your touch alone has set a fire deep in my belly that can only be put out by one thing...\nI need you inside me. Now.\nYou grab me by my ass, picking me up and wrapping my legs around your waist, turning us around, and placing me on top of the island in the kitchen. My eyes never leave yours as you pull my nightie off, followed by your shirt and pants. We are both naked, and breathless as you come back to me, wrapping your arms around me, and pulling me close. One more powerful kiss has me thankful I am not standing, for my knees go weak, even as I sit on the counter.\n\"Please. I need you inside me.\" God, do I need you inside me...\n\"Not yet, love.\"\nA whimper falls out of me, and you drop to your knees in front of me, your lips caressing my skin the whole way down, trailing down my neck, over my breasts, and down my belly. You spread my legs, and your fingers find my pussy, sliding over my already slick skin, slowly preparing me for your soon- to-be feast. You slide one finger inside, just as your tongue meets my clit. When my hips start to quiver, you move fast, flicking my clit over and over again with your tongue, and you insert another finger. I let out a moan as you bring me closer to delicious release.\nOne curl of your fingers, and your mouth closes over my clit, sucking gently. I explode. I shiver as you slide your fingers out, closing your mouth over my pussy, and licking up every drop of my juices that flow out of me.\nAfter a moment, you release my pussy, and I gasp at the sudden void between my legs. I open my eyes to find you standing again. Your hands grab my thighs, bringing them up so you can loop your arms under my knees. You kiss me gently, just once, and I look down just in time to see your cock standing at full attention before...\nOhhhhhhhhh fuck, you're inside me. Christ, you feel so thick...\nI can't control myself as I cum again, clamping down on your cock as you start to pound into me. Hard. Fast. My hands make their way to your back, my nails digging in slightly as you fuck me. My head falls back, and a long, loud moan sends an echo through the kitchen. You feel so good, and I can't get enough.\nI'm now shivering in what feels like one long orgasm as you fuck my pussy harder. Your muscles are rippling beneath your skin, and your mouth is on my neck. Your breathing has become shallow, and I know you are close. I let out another moan, and scream your name as my body shakes, cumming again around your cock.\nYou groan, holding your breath as your body tenses up. My eyes lock with yours, and I run one hand through your hair, whimpering and moaning as your cock moves inside me. Finally, you let out a loud moan, and my name falls out of your mouth over and over again as you throb inside me, and I feel your load fill my pussy up, hot and powerful. You pound into me one final time before your head falls to my shoulder.\nYou stand there for a moment, leaning your head against my shoulder as you catch your breath. Panting slightly, I kiss your neck, and look behind you, across the kitchen to the counter I was standing at just moments before.\nMy cigarette has burned out. I only had two drags of it...\nBut it was the best cigarette of my life." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nIn a room adorned with flickering candlelight and the intoxicating scent of roses, you find yourself in your naughtiest black negligee, surrounded by red satin sheets. As you lie back on the king-sized bed, your fingers begin to explore your body, tracing along your milky white skin and feeling the lace of your nightie against your large 38DD breasts. With one hand teasingly caressing your breasts and the other slowly making its way down to ignite the fire between your legs, describe how you pleasure yourself in vivid detail. Explore the sensations as you slide two fingers inside yourself, feeling them glide easily through the juices that have already started to flow. Paint a picture of anticipation and desire as you bring yourself closer to climax.\n\nJust when you are lost in ecstasy, unaware of his presence, he enters the room unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his jeans. You look up to see him standing at the foot of the bed, stroking himself while watching you intently. Unable to resist any longer, you push his hands away and take control. Describe how it feels as you stroke him with eager anticipation - feeling every vein and ridge of his throbbing manhood in your hand.\n\nAs desire consumes both of you, he pulls you into a passionate kiss before flipping positions so that he is lying on the bed. Playfully tying his hands loosely with silk scarves (or not), let him experience a mix of pleasure and frustration as he watches helplessly while you tease him further. Use sensory details to describe how your nails gently graze his thighs while your breasts tantalize his erect member.\n\nContinue building anticipation by describing how you explore every inch of his body with kisses and nibbles - from neck to earlobe; from chest hair to happy trail; from balls to tight little hole - leaving no part untouched or unpleasured.\n\nTransition into oral pleasure by recounting how you take him into your mouth, skillfully using your lips, tongue, and teeth to bring him to the edge of climax. Just as he is about to explode, you pull away teasingly, leaving him craving more.\n\nIntensify the pleasure by incorporating ice cubes into the mix. Describe how you use them to cool your mouth before running your frozen tongue up his swollen member and taking him back into your warm mouth. Explore the contrast between hot and cold sensations as you pleasure him with long, slow licks while sucking on ice bits.\n\nAs his desire reaches its peak once again, describe how you release him from his restraints and straddle his lap. Paint a vivid picture of the intense connection between your bodies as you grind against each other - feeling the friction of his hardness against your pulsating clit. Use details to convey the urgency and passion in this moment.\n\nWhen both of you are on the verge of climax but not quite ready to let go, introduce a twist by suggesting that he needs sustenance beyond just pleasure. Incorporate food play by enticingly inserting grapes into yourself before lowering down onto his waiting mouth. Detail how he hungrily devours them from within you before returning the favor by pleasuring you with oral delights that lead to another explosive orgasm.\n\nAfterward, transition seamlessly to a steamy shower scene where sensual massages and intimate moments continue under cascading water. Describe how hands glide over soapy bodies as tongues explore every inch of skin while water beats rhythmically against their intertwined forms.\n\nFinally, suggest an unexpected turn when one partner carries the other out of the bath and surprises them with a new setting for continued pleasure - perhaps an outdoor location or another room entirely. Leave it open-ended for writers' interpretation while emphasizing that this is just the beginning of their passionate journey together.\n\nTags: erotic romance, BDSM elements, oral sex (both giving and receiving), anal play/rimming (giving), food play, shower sex, steamy romance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The candles send flickers of light to mingle with the aroma of the roses that are set upon every available surface. The music is softly humming, keeping in tune with the candle-light. The wine is at a perfect temperature, chilling on ice, glasses waiting to be filled, then to touch our lips. A fresh set of red satin sheets upon the king sized bed, me in my naughtiest black negligee, various bowls and toys within arms reach. I am waiting for my lover to arrive.\nThe atmosphere has set a stirring deep within me. I fluff the pillows one last time and finally I slide myself onto bed and sink into the softness that surrounds me.\nI begin to touch myself as I suspect you would. I run my fingers along the milky white skin of my face, my throat, my neck. Absent-mindedly I am feeling the lace of my nightie. The silk against my large 38DD breasts excites me. Large tan areola's top the creamy mounds, peaked by my already hard nipples, yearning be touched. I am lying back on the pillows, my eyes closed, my smooth body giving way to the touch of my fingers.\nOne hand continues to excite my breasts while the other travels a slow trail along my flat belly, down to rustle the tiny heart that is my pubic hair. The rest is smoothly shaven, the way you like it. I trace lines up one firm, tan leg and down the other, getting closer with each pass. My legs spread just a bit, in anticipation of my nearing fingers.\nBarely touching, I let my fingers tease myself, closer and with more pressure until I put my whole hand there. I just hold it there for a moment, my fingers resting against me, felling the excitement grow. Slowly I let one finger slide between my swollen lips, it slides easily, coated in the juices that have already begun to flow. Involuntarily my legs part wider, now another finger joins the first and they glide up and down my hard, extended clit.\nI am so caught up in myself, I did not see you enter the room. You have unbuttoned your shirt and undone your jeans, letting them bunch at your feet.\nWhen I look up you are at the foot of the bed, touching yourself. Stroking and pulling your manhood. As you get harder and longer I can see the glorious purple head swell and expand. Watching you touch yourself gets me so excited. I want to watch more but I just have to touch it. I push your hands away and do what you were just doing. Stroking you, feeling every vein and ridge, the smooth, hardness amazes and excites me. You pull me to my feet and we kiss, softly at first then more passionate. Our tongues entwine and seek each other, exploring the other's mouth. Tasting the desire that wets our lips. You are holding me close and I can feel your hardness pressed up against my belly. I turn us around so that your back is to the bed. Still kissing deeply, I push you down on the bed and tie your hands to the bed posts with silk scarves, ever so loosely.(not) You are not going to cum for a long, long time. But I will. All over you.\nKneeling between your legs I lightly run my freshly manicured fingernails up and down your thighs while my breasts tease your thick engorged manhood. The nipples grazing over you cause you to involuntarily jump.\nMy hands work their way up your body, over your chest and up your arms. My mouth is upon yours and my mound barely brushes against your ridged penis. You try in vain to make the contact closer. Arching up, rotating your hips, trying to get nearer to my heat.\nI pull my mouth from yours and proceed to run my tongue along your neck, tasting the scent that is you. I nibble on your ear while I rub my ready pussy just a bit nearer. I let my hot mouth find it's way to one of your nipples, already hard with desire, gently I tug, while my tongue flicks... back and forth I go from one to the other.\nYour heart is racing...Your moaning tells me volumes. My hands, never idle, slide up and down your strong, muscular arms. More pressure with each pass. You want this down below and try to tell me so only to find my fingers in your mouth. You suck them in and taste my juices. Your mouth is so hot, so wet. You try again to arch yourself up into me, to no avail.\n'Not yet, my love' I whisper.\nMy mouth and tongue leave a hot wet trail across your belly. My fingers run through your soft chest hair. Using only my tongue I trace the happy trail, tempting and teasing you. Just barely touching your shaft as I work around your curly patch. I nestle my nose in your pubes. mmmm I must taste you .... now. A few long hot licks up the entire length of your shaft. Your taste so inviting, so good. I love to tease and I go lower still. I kiss your balls, then alternating, I take each into my mouth very gently, rolling them, getting them wet and hot. My hands have traced a way down your sides and I reach behind grabbing you firm ass. I let my tongue moisten your tight little hole, I hear you gasp, before I work my way back up. Your cock is harder than it has ever been. I can't wait either love,\nI finally put my lips on just the tip, flicking my tongue, I go down a bit more and with my hands still on your bum I push you all the way into my waiting mouth. Your moans are loud and long. Up and down your hard cock my mouth..lips..tongue..teeth..work you to the very edge. My teeth gently glide on my way down, barely touching. My tongue dances circles around you as I come back up. You are getting harder and harder, swelling in my mouth. I feel you stiffen, ready to cum. So I pull away.\nI put a few ice cubes in my mouth and roll them around until just nearly melted. I run my frozen tongue up your swollen member. Again I take the whole of you into my mouth. Tiny ice bits join my tongue in this journey. Your breath catches with this new sensation. Now I can suck a little longer. I love the taste of you, the feel of you in my mouth, the sounds I hear escaping your lips as I enjoy the taste of the appetiser, what you call precum, until your heat warms my mouth, the ice is melted and we both want to cum. no no no not yet.\nI bring myself up and sit upon your lap, pinning your cock to your belly, I glide my wet snatch up and down, my clit swelling against your cock. We both moan. You wiggle and arch trying to make purchase with my pussy lips. You want to be inside so much. Just barely audible I hear you whisper..\n'Please', again, 'Cindy please!'\nI see the sweat on your brow and you are holding the tethers tighter than they are holding you.\n'Okay' I whisper back 'but just for a bit'.\nI slowly lower my tight wet pussy down your thick hard cock....inch by inch...then back up, up till it is nearly out then back down. Dreadfully slow. Then a few quick thrusts as you push up into me. You want, ache, for release. I grind a bit, my clit against your pelvic bone, then pull away. I hear you sigh and you whisper my name..'Cindy' with such pleading. I kiss you deeply, our tongues entwine, while my clitty again glides up and down your slick manhood. Gasping for air my pace quickens. I cum so hard..mmmm. You feel my juices oozing, coating your cock, your balls, dripping over your bum.\nI look deep into your eyes. I know what is next.. do you?\nTaking hold of your hands our fingers entwine. I pull my mouth from yours and inch my cum coated, still oozing pussy gradually up. I let you enjoy each of my breasts...my nipples harden even more as you lick..suck..bite.\nI leave a wet sticky trail along your belly and chest. I tickle my clitty on each nipple, both of us lost in this sensation. You tilt your head forward as I near your awaiting mouth. I glaze your chin in my juices then pull just out of reach.\n'Are you hungry' I whisper. In anticipation you lick your lips. You moan and reply 'I hunger only for thee my love'.\n'But you need sustenance' I say and proceed to put several grapes into myself. My pussy, still wet and pulsing, sucks them in.\nFinally I lower my lovebox to meet your mouth. Your tongue is so hot as it licks the length of my exposed clitoris. I begin to ride your face. From flicking my button to inserting your tongue deep inside me, you are bringing closer to another raging orgasm. You gently suck me, followed by long slow licks as my breathing quickens. I'm going to cum. I put my lips to yours and let my spasms and your sucking release the grapes from within.....mmm. Your face is coated in my sweet nectar. I can see it glistening in the fading candlelight.\nI loosen the tethers so that with the slightest of tugs your hands will be free.\nBringing my mouth to yours we kiss. You have saved a grape and pass it to me in deep hot kiss. Moaning my pleasure, I collapse, my head on your shoulder, my hand on your still hard cock. I sigh and close my eyes\nI hear 'Oh no you don't' ....\nIn one fell swoop you flip me over, pull me up from behind and kneel behind me. One hand holds me close at my waist while the other gropes and roughly attacks my breast. You run your cock from my clit to my bum and back. Without warning you slam your hardness into me...again and again. Pounding with such force, I cry out. Your balls are smacking my still tender clit. I reach down and take hold of them, giving them a gentle squeeze. More pounding, grinding, moaning. I lose my balance and my head is pounding a pillow in rhythm with your deep thrusts. My screams of delight are muffled as I shudder and shake with another intense orgasm. You grow harder still and the pulsing waves of my pussy pull's forth every drop of your hot load as you explode deep inside me.\nPanting and gulping for air we collapse, arms and legs entwined. Face to face again we kiss.. slow lingering kisses...on the mouth...cheek...neck. One look in your eyes tells me we are not done.\nMy body is limp, like a rag doll. The sweat that coats our bodies catches the candlelight causing us to glimmer. Slowly you pull away from me and leave the room. I am left to wonder but instead I start to doze.\n\"Wake up Baby,\" you say, \"we are just getting started.\"\nI awake with a start, your hands gripping my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Once there, I again see that look on your face, the mischievous glint in your eye. I try to act nonchalantly, pretending that looks means nothing, yet my heart and mind are racing. I sit up and try reaching for a kiss when suddenly I am in the air. You lift me from the bed and unceremoniously carry me out of the room.\nSuddenly and, with a rather large splash, I am flung into the bath. The heat of the water takes my breath away. You laugh at the way I gasp and fumble to steady myself. My eyes are wide open now and I can see the bubbles, the candles, smell the scented oils surrounding me. Sitting on the side of the tub, you begin to massage my shoulders and neck. mmmm. So relaxing to feel your strong hands so tender on my body. As I sink lower into the bubbles I again close my eyes, basking in the warmth of the water and the gentleness of your touch.\nI feel you slip in behind me and I lay back onto you. Turning my head so we may kiss, tongues parting lips, sliding over each other. Tasting, teasing. I lean my head on your shoulder and we stay like this, just enjoying it all for a while. Not even speaking. I can feel your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your chest as you breath.\nAbsent-mindedly my fingers run along the undersides of your legs while your hands begin roaming over my body. Up and down my arms then a hand is gently squeezing a breast, pulling at my already hard nipple. I open my eyes and see your erect nipple, I begin to lick at it. Taking it in between my teeth I nibble. Gentle bites, sucks and licks soon follow. I hear you moan. I didn't know you enjoyed this so much. Just knowing I am bringing you pleasure causes me to twitch with excitement.\nYour hand begins to work its way down, over my belly. The anticipation makes my legs involuntarily part. I feel your fingers sliding between my legs, teasing me, not really touching but just grazing over me. You set your hand firmly over my pussy, not moving it, letting me squirm for more. I put my hand over yours and push, a finger from each of us finally enters me.\nI push down and withdraw my finger as you insert another. You probe me while letting the heel of your hand massage my clitoris. I feel your fingers find my spot. Gasping I begin rocking on your fingers. Your other hand comes to join this one and those fingers massage my clit. As I rock back and forth on your hands my bum is stroking your cock, I feel you grow larger with every thrust of your fingers. Water is splashing everywhere and I know my own splashes are soon to begin.\nYou feel me tighten and clamp down on your hand, my legs close to hold you there. I am rocking like mad now. My hand is over yours. My head thrown back, body arched. You are relentless. Flicking the fingers inside me as I thrust upon them. Rubbing my clitoris, pulling it gently, milking me. My breath in spurts, gasps.\n\"Oh baby! Yes!\"\nMy pussy is clutching your fingers, pulsing, sending forth a stream of hot cum that coats your hand and shots out into the water. mmmmmmm. Removing your fingers you insert mine there and taking my hand, you begin moving my fingers in and out. My other hand goes to my clit and keeps me pulsing.\nYou take your hands away and raising me up, you pull me back onto your lap. Pulling my fingers out, I grab your hard cock and hold it to my throbbing pussy, bathing it in my flowing juices, riding your cock over my swollen clit. A few wiggles later and you are in me. I sit up straight and push all the way down. Grinding. Still pulsing, I hold your balls to my clit and gently rub them there as I plant my feet beside your knees and begin to ride you. Slowly at first, with your fingers once again finding my clit, running circles that match the rhythm of my rocking.\nAs the pace quickens I feel you begin to use your other hand to round small circles around my tight ring. I gasp as you slowly insert a finger there. Now with every bounce I take I am impaled, your hard cock in my pussy, finger in my virgin bum, fingers blurring over my clit.\nI am nearing yet another orgasm, a continuation really as I have yet to stop pulsing. I can feel the energy rising, the heat inside me, I am getting ready to explode and my knees become weak, begin to tremble, quiver. You begin to thrust up into me now and I must use my hands to balance myself. I am slipping away in the white light of ecstasy.\nMoaning, screaming, calling out your name. Harder and faster you pound me. Assaulting my pussy. Feeling my knees come together you remove all your fingers and yank them apart again. Spreading them as far as the tub allows. Throwing one leg over the side of the tub you return your hands. Again penetrating my ass and rubbing my clit. Your penetrations are so deep now. Pushing far into me. Stretching me.\nYou can feel my pussy clamping down on you, releasing a stream of hot cum that covers your cock.\nFinally you let me collapse onto you. I fall back and feel your hardness still in me, just slowly sliding in and out, kisses on my neck and ears, your hands caressing my breasts. Letting me cum and cum.\nAfter what seems like hours, the water has cooled and my pulsing has subsided. We pull the plug as we stand and turn on the shower. Taking the soap in my hands I begin to lather you as you do the same to me. After washing you from your ears to your toes, I massage the lather on your cock and balls. Keeping one hand stroking you, I take the handheld shower nozzle and I rinse the lather from your body, paying particular attention to your swollen manhood, letting the spray of warm water beat a rythym up and down your hardness. Your hard cock is waiting for release. Returning the nozzle, I drop to my knees.\nMy tongue dances over you. Starting from behind your balls I slowly lick up the entire length. My long, thick tongue wrapping around you, stroking you. I rest my lips on the top and begin kissing your rock hard cock. You taste soo good, I never want to stop tasting you.\nYou lean against the wall and put your hands in my long blonde hair, tangling your fingers. Getting a firm hold. The tongue teasing is about to end!!\nThis time when my lips reach the tip I part them and take just the engorged head into my mouth. Sucking and going back and forth. Rolling my tongue over it. Savouring the feel, the taste. I love the feel of you in my mouth.\nYou begin to push your groin towards me and I try to pull back but you won't let me. Holding my head steady you begin to thrust into my mouth. Leaning forward now, nearly bent over me, you pull my head back and enter my throat. mmm Let me swallow all of you.\nYou slide in and out of my mouth, my teeth grazing your cock as I try to suck you deeper. My hands on your ass, squeezing, pulling, holding you deep in my throat as my finger finds your tight little ring and gently probes, just the tiniest bit. Your knees wobble just a bit and you begin thrusting faster now, going deeper each time.\nYou can feel my throat muscles swallowing your cock, not wanting to let you out. As you pull out of my mouth to plunge in again you press back onto my finger and it slides in a bit more. You pull my hair harder now, tilting my head as far back as it can go. Your cock is growing thicker as you ram it into my mouth. So fast and furious, fucking my mouth in a frenzy and as my throat sucks and swallows, you explode, sending a stream of hot cum straight down my throat. The next spurts are all over my face, my lips, my tongue, running down my chin, and dripping onto my breasts. You kneel down and begin licking up your cum and feeding it to me in deep kisses.\nFinally we finish the shower with another lathering. Rinsing the bubbles off we watch them swirl down the drain before we step out and dry each other off, donning just our robes, you lead me back to the bedroom.\nOnce there, we nestle into each others’ arms and finally drift off to a well deserved, deep sleep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Mark returns home to find Lily dressed as a sexy French maid, teasing him with her feather duster. As she seductively cleans the apartment, Mark can't resist her charms and gives in to his desires. Write a steamy scene where Mark takes control, exploring Lily's submissive side while she remains in character as the naughty maid. Include elements such as oral sex, exhibitionism, light bondage with the feather duster, and intense nipple play. Don't forget to incorporate their playful banter and the anticipation of being caught by others in your story. Tags: French maid roleplay, dominance/submission, oral sex, exhibitionism, light bondage, intense nipple play." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lily hummed to herself cheerily as she unlocked the door to her apartment. Everything was perfect. She grinned as she locked the door behind her and sauntered off to the bedroom, her shopping bag in one hand and her purse in the other. Tossing both on the large bed, she giggled and checked the time. 4:45. Mark would be home in half an hour. That didn't leave a lot of time, so she quickly began to undress. Piling her hair on top of her head and pinning it into place, she turned the water on in the shower and quickly scrubbed her skin with citrus-scented body wash. After rinsing off and shaving, she hummed her way around the bedroom while searching her makeup bag for a few things. Giving the clock another quick glance, she put on the eyeliner and mascara and then sauntered back to the bed to unload her shopping.\nGrinning widely in excitement, she pulled out two white stockings with lace trim and rolled each one onto her legs. Digging further, she found the matching white lace garter belt and put it on, fiddling with the clips until they sat smoothly on her skin. A pair of panties and a bra followed, both black satin with white ruffle trim and lace frills. Putting them on slowly, she adjusted her large breasts in the bra to allow the small push-up pads inside it to work their magic. Giving her breasts a quick squeeze, she reached for the last few things: a white crinoline underskirt, a little black satin hat with white lace trim, a black satin baby doll dress with puffed sleeves and the same white ruffles along the hem and neckline, a little white apron, and a feather duster. Smiling to herself, she put the clothes on, and walking to the closet while pinning her hat in place, put on a pair of black pumps. She grabbed the duster and walked to the bathroom to examine her costume in the mirror, laughing out loud at what she saw. It was perfect.\nShe checked the clock again: ten past five. Mark would be walking in at any minute. She hurriedly positioned herself near the fireplace mantle, and began to make a show of dusting the various knickknacks on it with her duster. She had been dusting for only a few moments when she heard the key click in the lock on the door. Mark walked in, fumbling with his keys and reading over the mail he had picked up from the lobby downstairs. Muttering to himself, he leaned his shoulder against the door to close it and continued reading the letter he held in his hand, obviously only half-interested in it. Finishing and shrugging to himself, he locked the door and turned around, idly wondering if Lily was at home yet.\nWhen he saw her, his jaw dropped. Lily's long legs were wobbling slightly in her heels and his gaze followed them upward, taking in the lace tops of the stockings, the frilly underskirt, the white apron, the satin bodice, the low neckline, and the blushing face grinning at him coyly. He gaped at her and let his coat drop to the ground along with his bag and the mail. \"Lily, what...?\"\n\"Lily? Who's that?\" Lily chirped and bounced over to Mark.\nMark's eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly to the side. \"What do you mean, who...\"\n\"Oh, I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about! I just have instructions to clean this place up!\" Lily began to make a show of dusting the walls, the bottoms of picture frames, and other ridiculous places. She began to dust off Mark's chest and shoulders enthusiastically.\n\"What, I don't...\" Mark's eyes remained clouded for a moment, but his expression cleared and he cracked a grin when he realized what was going on. \"Oh! That's right! You must be the maid I hired to come clean the apartment for me!\"\n\"Yes, of course, silly,\" Lily fluffed the soft feathers along Mark's neck. \"Why else would I be here?\"\nMark snickered. \"Oh I don't know... did you, um, check under the table and clean under there like I asked?\" He grinned at Lily expectantly.\n\"Oh! Oh dear, I think that must have slipped my mind! Sorry, let me do that right now!\" Lily gushed and skipped over to the table that sat near their kitchenette. She lowered herself to her knees and on all fours paced around near the table, looking around the chairs and dusting each of them.\nMark kicked his shoes off and followed her to lean against the wall and watch. He stooped over quickly to try and peek under the frilly dress and whistled lowly at the satin-clad bottom he saw. Lily glanced over her shoulder and caught him peeking, causing Mark to smile sheepishly and blush a bit. She cocked an eyebrow at him and turned around to face him, sitting back on her heels. \"There! All clean just like you asked! Did I miss anywhere else?\" Lily's voice bubbled as she spoke, and she smiled sweetly at Mark, looking up innocently at him.\n\"Uhh, um... did you remember to... oh! Hey, could you bring me that thing over there?\" He gawked at her cleavage pushing out of the deep neckline on the dress while pointing at a paperweight sitting on the computer desk nearby. Shifting uncomfortably where he leaned, his cock was already at attention, and he gazed at the tantalizing breasts waving in front of him as Lily brought him the paperweight.\nHanding the lump of glass to him, Lily looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then laughed as he tossed it on the floor a few metres in front of him. \"Um... whoops! Could you go get that for me again?\" He grinned broadly at her as she chuckled and shook her head as she walked over to where the paperweight was. Looking at him over her shoulder she winked and bent over at the waist, feeling the short skirt ride up over her ass cheeks. She heard Mark stifle a groan. Bending her knees a little, she picked up the paperweight and ran her other hand along a stockinged leg, shaking her butt a little before standing upright again. Turning around, she sauntered back over to him and handed him the heavy glass oval. He looked at it, looked at her up and down, and tossed it on the floor again, grinning broadly as it landed in front of his feet.\n\"Uh, oops!\" Mark offered, biting his lip as Lily knelt on the floor, offering him a fantastic view of her full, large tits pushing out of their confinement. She looked up at him, grinning, and began to dust him off, starting at his ankles and working her way upward to the bulge in his jeans. She ran her duster over it and made a surprised little noise that made Mark's cock twitch.\n\"What's this, then? Another paperweight? Tsk, you silly men keep such odd things in your pants. Here, let me help!\" She eagerly began to work at his belt, and it was all Mark could do hold himself back from pushing her hands out of the way and ripping his pants off himself. Humming to herself, Lily undid the button and the zipper, and pulled his jeans down to reveal a bulge and a damp spot on Mark's blue boxers. \"Oh dear, it's still there,\" she sighed. \"Hang on, I've almost got it!\" She worked his jeans down to his ankles and pulled his boxers down to join them.\nMark sucked in his breath sharply at the feel of cool air rushing around his cock and balls. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a few moments, and then yelped at the sensation he felt next: soft , light, tickling touches. \"What are you doing?\" Mark bit his lip and groaned.\nLily looked up innocently at him. \"I'm just making sure this is clean! I missed this spot!\" She dropped the duster and wrapped both her hands around his thick length. \"Hmm, I think I need to clean it a little more thoroughly...\" her voice trailed off as her mouth opened, and Mark gasped as her wet tongue slid up and down his shaft.\n\"Ooh... I don't know, I think it's a little too dirty for just that...\" he closed his eyes and his head lolled back against the wall as she sucked each of his balls into her mouth while stroking his cock with her hands.\n\"Mmm, I think you might be right, sir!\" Lily nodded in agreement and waited until Mark looked down at her foggily before opening her mouth and sucking the head of his cock into it.\nMark made a choking noise and his eyes snapped shut again when he felt moist heat engulf the sensitive head. Breathing deeply, he placed a hand gently on Lily's head and let his fingers work into the pile of flaming curls pinned there. He bit his lip, slowly opened his eyes, and looked down, only to see Lily's brown eyes looking back at him hotly. His jaw dropped slightly as he felt the delicious suction begin and watched, entranced, as Lily's head began to bob up and down. His knees wobbled as she cupped his balls and stroked the soft skin while increasing the rate of her head movements. She raised an eyebrow at him and he licked his lips back at her, causing her to moan in response. She looked so hot, kneeling at his feet in the frilly satin. He let his hands run over her neck softly and squeezed her shoulders as she began to add tongue to the mix.\n\"Ohhh, Lil... fuck...\" Mark squirmed against the wall and cupped his hand around the nape of her neck. Looking down, he saw the heated look on her face and moaned. \"Pull your tits out of the dress, Lil. I want to see them...\" his voice trailed off as he was met with a response of more suction. Gasping a little, he closed his eyes and panted with his head back against the wall for a few moments. When he looked back down, her large, soft breasts were swaying back and forth lightly with her movements. He growled and tried to reach down to touch them, but could only reach to pet her shoulder again. With a groan, he reworked his hand deep into her hair and began to softly buck into her mouth. He sighed heavily as she began to pet and play with her swinging tits and pinch her hard nipples. He wanted to put his hands all over her all at once. He wanted to fuck her. She felt amazing, her mouth felt amazing, but Mark wasn't able to think of much else except that he wasn't going to last long, unusually. He wanted inside Lily's pussy before he exploded and began grabbing at her head a little more roughly to get her to ease up her fast- moving mouth.\n\"Lily... I want... ahhh... I want to be inside you...\" Mark groaned and tugged on her hair a little more firmly.\nLily put one hand on top of his, easing up his grip, and doubled her efforts. A whimper worked its way out of Mark's throat as he tried desperately to hold it down. She had to stop soon. He normally did not have such an easy time of cumming from only a blowjob, but the sight of Lily in the racy costume and the way she seemed to be almost inhaling his cock was encouraging.\n\"I want to fuck your pussy. Be a good girl and turn around...\"\nLily responded with a low growl in her throat and wrapped one arm around Mark's leg, seemingly planting herself there. She added as much suction as she could and began to slide her tongue around Mark's shaft as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She developed some kind of rhythm: sucking fiercely as she moved down, and swirling her tongue wherever she could when she moved up, while trying not to lose the suction she had. Mark had given up on his attempts to force her to stop what she was doing, and was torn between wanting more of her mouth and wanting to feel her pussy. He attempted to pry her hand away from being wrapped around his leg and tried to make her stand up or turn around for him, but she would have none of it. She growled fiercely and doubled her efforts, speeding up and slowing down occasionally, squeezing his balls, and raking her nails along his butt.\n\"Lil...\" Mark's voice was urgent as he frantically began to grab her shoulders, her hair, her chin, her neck, the wall as he teetered on the edge of control. \"I'm going to... oh... your mouth is... ohhh...\" his voice trailed off as he bit his lip and watched her pinch and rub her nipples as she sucked him as fast as she could.\nWith a loud groan, Mark's hips bucked involuntarily and he felt his cum explode from him. Grabbing at Lily's head, he felt her slide along his shaft a little more slowly as the thick fluid spilled down her throat. A little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as his hips kept twitching a little bit, and he shivered at the feel of her mouth still sucking him through his orgasm. Lily purred encouragingly around his thick shaft and began to massage his balls gently, palming them back and forth until Mark's body finally relaxed.\nBreathing heavily and gasping a little, he whimpered at the feel of Lily's ever-strong suction cleaning his spent cock. She lathed the skin with her tongue and sucked his balls clean of any little drops of cum that spilled onto them. Licking her lips, she smiled wickedly at Mark. \"Now you're all clean,\" she purred, and began to stroke his cock softly with one hand while pinching at her nipples with the other. Leaning back a little, she spread her thighs with her heels still under her, flipping the hem of the dress up to reveal the garter belt and the now very wet panties barely covering her shaved pussy.\nMark leaned against the wall and slid onto the floor, breathing heavily and inhaling her scent. He kicked his pants off his ankles and watched Lily show herself off to him. Her nipples were flushed darker than usual and her chest was heaving and flushed pink. Her hair was a little dishevelled, and she bit her lip at him as she pulled the crotch of the small panties to one side, revealing her glistening slit. Mark's cock twitched a little as he eyed at the freshly shaved skin, and he watched wide eyed as Lily dipped her fingers into her dripping hole, ran them along her clit multiple times while moaning, and slid the dripping wetness all around her nipples. Tweaking them with the new lubricant, she moaned hotly and licked her fingers before sucking her own nipples clean with a little effort.\nShe bit her lip at Mark, and he began to reach for her. His fingers had no sooner traced her inner thigh before she covered her pussy again, stood up quickly, and tucked her swollen nipples and breasts back into her dress. Picking up her feather duster, she bent over to dust Mark's face lightly, and giggled at him. \"I'll be back in a few days just like we talked about to finish up cleaning the other rooms in the house! Don't go dirtying this one up until then!\" Mark stared at her, mouth agape as she blew him a kiss amongst more giggles and flounced off to the bedroom. She winked at him as she shut the door behind her, leaving him with a semi-hard cock and his clothing on the floor.\nMark scrambled up as soon as he had figured out what happened and ran for the bedroom door but upon grabbing the handle and attempting to open it, he found out it was locked. Groaning in frustration, he began to talk to Lily through the door. \"Lil, open the door... I'm not done with you yet,\" he lowered his voice and pressed his mouth up to the wood. \"Let me in and I'll help you clean up that hot little mess between your legs, hmm?\" He tried the handle again desperately and tried to remember where he put the key for the door, both to no avail. \"Let me come in there and play with you a little more,\" he pleaded at the door a little longer and rattled at the knob again before it popped open in front of him.\nLily strolled out, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and looked surprised to see Mark standing there. \"Oh, hi honey!\" She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and smiled at his stunned face. Giving him a brief glance she smirked and asked, \"Why don't you have any pants on? You'll get cold! Better get dressed. I'll start some dinner.\"\nShe smiled sweetly at Mark and stepped past him, moving toward the kitchen with a purpose as Mark stared at her back in confusion for a few moments. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed, defeated, and walked back over to pick up his discarded clothing, wondering if Lily would do anything like that again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Halle, a rebellious woman on parole, is sent to work on Mark's ranch in Canada as an alternative sentence. Despite her initial resistance, Halle finds herself irresistibly drawn to Mark, the sexy cowboy owner of the ranch. Explore their intense sexual tension and power dynamics as they engage in a steamy affair filled with passionate encounters and forbidden desires. Include scenes of dominant/submissive play, oral sex, exhibitionism, role-playing fantasies with costumes and props from the ranch, and sensual massages using chocolate-scented oils. As their connection deepens, Halle discovers hidden secrets about Mark's past that add an intriguing twist to their relationship. Can they navigate their intense attraction while keeping Halle's parole officer oblivious to their scandalous activities? Tags: erotic romance, BDSM elements, cowboy fantasy role-play, dominance/submission dynamics, exhibitionism/voyeurism.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Work on a RANCH???\" I screamed \"Are you KIDDING ME? I don't know the first thing about working on a ranch.\"\n\"It's only for a year Halle.\" Chris, my parole officer said calmly \"I told you one more visit to the judge was going to yield you a trip and the little stunt you pulled flying out of the state like that last month was in violation of your parole.\"\n\"I NEVER left the airport for goodness sakes. I just wanted to say 'hi' to a friend.\" I said smiling to myself, remembering that day. That was a great lunch break. But was it worth six months on a ranch? I thought flying to Atlanta first then to see my friend would have helped me but Chris and his overprotective butt has friends in just about every industry in the world. He could find the proverbial needle in a haystack.\n\"Sorry Halle, nothing I can do now. I'll be here at 9am tomorrow morning to pick you up.\" Chris said as he got in his car to leave.\nI cannot believe I actually have to be away from my family and friends for six months. What was I supposed to do on a ranch? I don't know how to ride a horse. I don't milk cows. I don't know what to do with a chicken except eat it. This is horrible. Wait! Chris never told me who I was going to live with or anything of importance.\nChris arrived bright and early the next morning with a thermos of coffee for him and hot chocolate for me. The trip was rather uneventful. Chris tried to brighten my mood but I just wasn't having it today. Look at the bright side he says, what bright side? I'm going to be spending my days and nights with horses and people I don't know and there is supposed to be a bright side? Goodness, maybe I'll figure out which comes first the chicken or the egg.\nWe pulled into what looked to be a toll booth, but with a lot more activity. This is where the real nervousness begins to set in.\n\"Chris, uh where are we? And why are these nice men and women looking in people's cars and asking for papers?\" I asked warily.\n\"Oh I didn't mention that the ranch you're going to is in Canada.\" he said with a smirk.\n\"CANADA?\" I yelled \"Are you seriously sending me to another country to work on a ranch?\"\n\"Chris I can't believe you.\" I whined.\n\"You didn't ask, so I figured you didn't care where you were being sent. If you must know Judge Reinhold's younger brother owns a ranch right outside of Calgary and delinquents, like you, are sent there when the Judge feels like you can learn more with a more untraditional sentence.\" He explained.\n\"So basically you're telling me that the Judge's brother gets free labor through the United States Judicial System?\" I asked sarcastically.\n\"Yup, isn't life great?\" Chris looked at me with a wicked evil grin on his face.\nSeveral hours later, we pulled into a very pretty area. There were mountains in the background with lots of trees but also plenty of flat land. It really was beautiful. And if I'd been here on vacation and not as an alternative to jail, I might have noticed the serene atmosphere. I would have taken pictures of the gorgeous landscapes we drove by. I may have even rolled down my window and inhaled the clean fresh air. But nope, I wasn't going to do any of those things. Instead I sulked and acted like a brat.\nMy eyes widened as we drove through what I imagined were the front gates to the ranch.\n\"Welcome to The Cocoa Corral.\" the sign read.\nCan you farm chocolate? I have this huge weakness for anything chocolate; interesting name for a place that has horses and cows and chickens and hay and stuff like that.\n\"Is there chocolate here?\" I asked in my most disinterested voice.\n\"You'll have to wait and see. Mark is expecting us so he should be at the house.\" Chris said.\nThe \"house\" wasn't just any old house. It was this gorgeous mansion! Well not a mansion in the Bill Gates sort of way but more the 'this house is made for a BIG family'. The view looked as if Norman Rockwell had painted it. The front yard was well tended to, a wide spread of flowers all with bright colors. A comfortable looking swinging bench was on the porch. The front door was open as if to say 'Welcome Home'.\nChris cut off the engine and began getting out. The screen door to the house opened and out walked Mark, or at least I think it was Mark. From afar I couldn't see details but he was tall somewhere between 6' and 6'2. He wore a huge cowboy hat, nicely fitted jeans boots and a t-shirt. As I stepped out of the car, I gave him a closer look as he and Chris shook hands. He had broad shoulders and a nice butt. Then he turned to look at me and I died a slow death. I drowned in the blue of his eyes.\nHis eyes shouldn't even be called blue. They were their own color. I got pictures of a gorgeous winter scene in my head with snow capped trees, freshly fallen snow against a back drop of a clear blue sky. The blue of the water mixed with the whiteness of the snow creating a shade of blue only found in his eyes. His eyes were bright with his smile. A full smile of white straight teeth, it was lazy and easy.\n\"Well, howdy Halle.\" Mark said with a southern drawl.\n\"Hi.\" I replied \"You sound American.\"\nMark laughed \"Technically, I am. I'm originally from Texas but migrated up here when this ranch came on the market.\"\n\"Oh.\" I said disinterested.\n\"So...\" Chris said \"I guess I'll head back now.\" He turned to me and placed his hands on my shoulders \"Halle, it's only six months. Just be good and don't get into any trouble. If you need me you can call on my cell, but I'll check in with you every few days.\"\n\"Bye\" I said as I turned away to grab my bags. I was not happy with Chris even though I knew this wasn't his fault. It really was mine, but what woman you know accepts responsibility for her mistakes?\nI stared at the house again. At this moment it looked really daunting. I can usually handle myself in any situation I get into but this is completely new territory. I felt Mark's eyes on me so I glance over to him. The smug little smile playing on his lips gave me the push I need. I stood up straight, swung back my hair, dropped my bags and said \"Let's get this show on the road.\" and walked through the front door.\nAs I stepped through the threshold, I was amazed at what I saw. The inside really looked 'homey'. The fireplace mantle was covered with pictures; there was a piano in the corner that looked used but loved. Off of the living was what looked to be a sunroom. The ceiling and walls were all glass with a huge comfortable looking chair in it. As I walked through the living room I felt an overwhelming sense of calmness. I could hear Mark breathing behind me and I could feel his piercing gaze on my back. I slowly turned to meet his eyes.\nHe smiled that lazy smile again and said \"So what do you think of my home?\"\n\"It's nice.\" I replied.\n\"But you don't want to be here, right?\" He asked laughing.\n\"Would you want to be here if you were me?\" I asked.\n\"Well no, but then again I've never been in trouble with the law. What did you do?\" He wondered.\n\"I sucked a man's cock.\" I said teasingly with a smile as I looked him up and down. \"Why? You want to get me in trouble some more?\"\n\"What?\" He sputtered.\n\"I...sucked...a... man's...hard...cock... in...the... airport. Apparently, that violates parole.\" I said slowly.\n\"Are you serious? My brother sent you to me because you gave some guy a blowjob? When did blowjobs become illegal? Sheesh I really need to get out more\" he said amazed.\nI shrugged. The look on his face was priceless. Mark was very sexy. I could tell he was a bit older than I was but he aged very well. His skin was creamy and his teeth were straight and white. I could imagine his sexy lips nibbling on my...\nThose thoughts had to be put away and out of my head. Halle, I thought to myself, you sole purpose here was to finish out the parole sentence not sex up the sexy cowboy! But like my mama always told me, never hurts to flirt a bit.\n\"So Mark, where is Mrs. Cowboy?\" I asked with a sneaky smile as I glanced around.\n\"Uh, well she's out of town so to speak.\" He stammered.\n\"'Out of town so to speak' what does that mean?\" I asked with a laugh.\n\"It's not important. Let me show you around. I've got to do some chores today nothing too extensive, but I thought you could tag along so you can see the ranch.\" Mark said changing the subject.\n\"Ha ha ha, ok nice subject change. That's fine.\" Obviously there is a story there that I'll find out in time no big deal, I usually get what I want.\nMark gave me the quick tour of his house. There were 4 bedrooms and 3 and a half bathrooms. When he led me into the room I'd be staying in, I noticed it was the farthest from his room but I didn't make any comments. He then took me to the kitchen. Although it was big and open, it had a really homey feel to it. All of the appliances were state of the art and clean as a whistle. Either someone took care of his kitchen or he never came in here. The former is definitely more appealing than the latter.\nHe then led me outside. The backyard was gorgeous. Landscaper's Challenge definitely came to see Mark. Wait, I wondered did they have Landscaper's Challenge up here. Goodness! I cannot get into anymore trouble. Judge will probably send me to some country where women are treated like crap next time. But the backyard was nice; there was a pool and a patio area with an outdoor bar and of course a huge grill and smoker that matched the appliances in the kitchen. Mark watched me take everything in.\n\"I have parties a lot.\" He said answering my unasked question.\nHe looked like he wanted to say more but he didn't. He just looked lonely. I walked to him and ran my hand down his arm. The heat created by that one touch not only made me yank my hand back but caused Mark to jump and look at me as if I pulled a gun on him. So, touching is off the list of things I can do here. Good job Halle, I think to myself, no thinking about sex and no touching. Been here, maybe 30 minutes; I've got approximately 5 months 29 days 23 hours and 30 minutes left. No sweat.\n\"Uh...let me show you...uh...yea follow me\" Mark stuttered and walked off.\nLater that night, Mark and I sat at the table in the kitchen to talk about what would be expected of me while I'm here.\n\"Do you ride horses?\" Mark asked.\n\"Oh no, my mommy always told me 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy'\" I said with a wink. \"And I always listen to my mom.\"\nMark made some noise, I couldn't really tell if he was laughing or coughing or a bit of both. He seemed to be very nervous around me now. I couldn't decide if I was flattered or uneasy by that.\n\"Mark.\" I whispered \"The ball is in your court.\"\n\"What do you mean?\" He asked.\n\"Oh you know.\" I replied.\n\"I think it's time for me to turn in. Just turn out the lights when you're done.\" He said as he walked to his room.\nGood job Halle, day one and you've alienated the one person you've got to work with everyday. I cleaned up the kitchen quickly then decided to just turn in and forget this day happened. After unpacking enough items of clothes to take a shower and dress tomorrow, I headed for the shower. The hot shower soothed my nerves. Enveloping myself in one of the lush towels, I quickly dried off and started my nightly ritual. I picked up my favorite jasmine scented lotion and thoroughly teased my pores with the sweet smelling moisturizer. Starting at the base of my foot, I gradually and intricately massaged my body, rubbing every square inch. A small pulsating throb began between my womanly folds. The sweet aroma of my juices filled the room.\nIt was as my hands were on my face that I felt eyes watching me. Raising my eyes to the mirror, I became aware of Mark watching me from the doorway. Slowly my hands drop to my side as he started to walk toward me.\n\"The ball's in my court, right?\"\n\"Yes.\"\nI stared dumbfounded into his eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair. My eyes fluttered shut as he kissed my forehead. He then took my mouth in the most provocative kiss ever imagined. Tongues entangled and lips pressed together, Mark feasted on my mouth. His hands ran over my body stopping on my upper thighs to lift me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as we walked us over to the bed. He gently laid me down.\nI took a moment to take in his body. His eyes were serious and filled with a fire I haven't seen in a man's eyes ever. He lifted his arms to remove his t-shirt. He had a light sprinkling of hair on his chest with a happy trail leading down. He slowly pulled down his pajama pants and my eyes widen in shock. Whatever, he'd been thinking of before he came into my room definitely turned him on, because his cock was hard and ready.\nI reached out my hand to touch, but he moved out of my reach. With a questioning look, I tried to touch him again this time on his chest, but again he backed away.\n\"You said the ball was in my court. Stay still.\" He said.\nMark sat down beside me and began to lightly run his fingers across my body. There was no set path he took and because of this I got turned on even more from the anticipation of where his fingers would go next. I closed my eyes so I can focus on the wonderful sensations filling my body. And like clock work, my legs crossed together to create pressure to my already throbbing mound. But just as I was pressing my thighs together, I felt Mark's hands pull my legs apart. I expected a finger or at least his hand to apply the pressure since my legs were open but all I felt was the cool air. I glanced at him. He sat there with a small smile on his lips.\nMy body was hot and needed to be touched in a more intimate way, so I moved my hand to my thighs and slowly moved it across my mound, again just as I began to touch myself, Mark stopped me. He grabbed both of my wrists and raised them above my head.\n\"What are you doing?\" I asked.\nOnce again he repeated, \"The ball is in my court.\"\nWith one hand holding my wrists, he lowered himself to my mouth and kissed me with the dominance of a man who knew what he wanted. Slowly he trailed kisses from my mouth to my ears and began whispering to me. He told me what he wanted to do to my pussy and what he was going to make me do to his cock. The talking began to turn me on like nothing before.\nHe lifted himself up and slid me down the bed and straddled my face. I was now eye to eye with his throbbing cock. I could see a trickle of precum oozing out of the tip. I darted my tongue out to taste but yet again he pulled back like a tease.\n\"You want to use your mouth as a pussy on my cock, don't you?\" Mark asked teasingly. \"You want to suck me off, isn't that right Halle?\"\n\"Mmmmm, yes please.\" I moaned \"Let me taste you.\"\nSlowly, he lowered his cock to my lips. Smearing his precum like lip-gloss, making my lips shine. I began to lightly blow air across the tip of his cock as moved and I could tell he enjoyed what I was doing by the little jerk his body made every time I blew right on the tip. My tongue snuck out of my lips quickly to capture the head of his cock between my lips. With a slight pressure I sucked the juices from him. And inch by inch I took him in, all in. I felt the head reach the back of my throat. And my mouth became a Hoover vacuum.\nWhenever I'm going down on a man I get a sense of power, control even. They are moaning because of what I'm doing. I control their orgasm; I control the speed the intensity, but when Mark leaned forward to hold onto the headboard. It was here that the shift of power moved from me to him. I lifted my hand to cup his cock with my mouth. And Mark began to move; back and forth in my mouth. Increasing speed and intensity, he used my mouth as a pussy. My hands grabbed his thighs to hold on. Faster and faster he moved forcing his cock into my mouth, making me suck. All I could do was moan from the pressure.\nI felt his butt and thighs begin to clench and tightened. I knew I would soon get to really taste him. I reached around to grab his balls which were swollen with cum. I began to entice the cum to fill my mouth. Mark started moaning and whispering my name. And then it came. Hot, sticky, salty cum straight to the back of my mouth. My eyes flew open when I felt the amount of cum being forced into my mouth, squirt after squirt of his juices. So much that some began to dribble down chin. Mark pulled out but obviously wasn't finished spilling his seed.\nHe jerked off the rest onto my tits covering each nipple with his sticky cum. When he finally stopped, he did the most erotic thing. He took his finger and wiped some of it off my nipple and held it to lips.\n\"Eat it, Halle. Suck my fingers I want to watch you.\" He whispered.\nI opened my mouth and took his finger in and began to suck. I kept my eyes on his. I could see the laughter in his eyes and how the arousal, of what I was doing, was affecting him. He kept feeding me his cum until I was all cleaned off.\n\"Is the ball in my court now?\" I ask quietly.\nSmiling he said \"Yes if you want it, or I have a few more plays I could run.\"\n\"Let me have a go.\" I uttered while flipping him over onto his back. Running my hands all over his body, because in case this is a dream I need to be able to recreate the memory when I wake up, I nudge myself up until I'm sitting over his face. With my pussy lips hovering over his mouth, I used my fingers to separate them and could feel my juices drip out of me. Mark started drinking all of me in.\n\"Mmmmm, you taste sweet Halle, just like chocolate, so addictive, so sinful.\" Mark said. He lifted his hands to my hips and pulled me down onto his ready mouth, so hard I almost fell off. He devoured me. My pussy was his last supper, his dying wish, his heaven. He nibbled, sucked, licked, and ate as if his mouth was made for it. I was his chocolate ice cream cone on a warm summer's day.\n\"Save a horse ride a cowboy.\" He whispered with a sexy grin. So I did. I rode his face with the energy of drug induced fiend. I grabbed his hands to hold my tits, while I moved faster and harder, pressing my swollen twat onto his tongue. The noises his mouth made had me bucking like a wild horse. The tingling sensation built and built till I froze and let the wash of pure ecstasy take over my body.\n\"OH MY GOODNESS!\" I screamed and moaned. The faucet had been turned on. I gushed and squirted into his willing mouth for at least a minute. I rode the waves of the orgasm while he drank all of my juices. I slowly slid down his body to lay on him.\n\"Now that was the best melted chocolate I've ever had.\" Mark said.\n\"Oh so you really like chocolate?\" I asked with a smirk \"Because I've got plenty more to share.\"\n\"Why do you think I named this place to Cocoa Corral? Baby I've had a weakness for chocolate my whole life.\" He laughed.\n\"Well let's see if we can 'feed' your addiction.\" I replied.\nIt was like Mark read my mind or had a list of all the things I like to be done to me while in the bed, because not only did he talk dirty to me and use a bit of force, but he then picked me up and tossed me onto the bed like a doll as if I weighed nothing. A man who will move me where he wants me, is a man I adore. And Mark did. He wanted me on my knees so that is how he placed me. With my butt high in the air on the edge of the bed and him standing behind me erect and ready again, he pushed right into my pussy. There was no fanfare no teasing no getting ready, just hardcore sex. It was fast and erotic.\nHe held my hips and pounded into me. The slapping noise from his balls hitting my butt along with my tits hitting my chin filled the room. His moans and my moans intertwined. We met each other thrust for thrust. I arched my back as far as I could to give him deeper access. Grabbing the sheets and holding on for dear life, I felt filled. \n\"Halle, oh Halle, you feel so good, so tight, so wet, so perfect.\" He chanted over and over again like his own personal mantra. Because I felt my own orgasm growing, I reached in between my legs and started to play with my clit and pressed into Mark faster and harder. I wanted to cum with him.\n\"Are you cumming baby?\" I asked \"Come with me please.\"\n\"Oh yes!\" he groaned. \"Ready?\"\n\"Set.\" I replied.\n\"Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.\" We moaned together. My pussy walls contracted in rapid succession on his cock milking him. My wet, warm pussy juices mixed with his hot thick cum. He flipped me over and licked me clean. Glancing up he asked.\n\"So you're here for 6 months, eh?\"\n\"Yup, please add this to my list of chores.\" I answered smiling." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense power dynamics and submission in a BDSM relationship as the protagonist willingly embraces her desires. Craft a scene where she is bound with cuffs, her body exposed and vulnerable. Incorporate elements of domination, pain play, and orgasm control as her partner expertly teases and pleases her. Use descriptive language to capture the intensity of their connection and the pleasure they both derive from this consensual exploration of their kinks.\n\nTags: BDSM, power dynamics, submission, bondage, pain play, orgasm control" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There comes a time in your life when you realize that your mother was right about something for once: someday, you will meet a man that makes you forget about your boundaries.\nThat man is waiting for me in the living room, naked from the waist up. He's sprawled in the armchair like a bored god-king, eyes agleam with desire. He hasn't spoken a word, but I know he's getting impatient. Meanwhile, I'm still naked in my room, fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my naked body. The...things he's asked me to wear are laid out on the table.\nHe let me pick out the color, when he bought them for me. Baby pink, with tiny cartoon pigs printed on the fabric. I thought it was hillarious at the time. Next to them, the tiny top and short skirt. 'Pornstar work clothes' I called them, joking. He smiled and said 'sounds about right'. It made my knees go weak, the way he'd say that. The way he would never raise his voice at me, the way he'd stare me down every time I'd go on a tangent and ramble on and on until I was spent. Every inch of him radiated control and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it.\nI look at myself in the full-body mirror, when I drop the towel. Barry the control-freak had bought it for me, back when we used to date. He used to make me look into it when we had sex. It was the absolute limit of his kinks. That and me being on top, that is. I used to hate how he would fawn over me like I was a goddess, drooling like a schoolboy over my breasts, cupping my face in his hands and cooing. He wasn't half-bad, though. I met Keith through him. Keith the muscle-freak, the forever-jock. Keith who loved to fawn over his bulging muscles all day and pester me to get into shape. I can't say I'm ungrateful for it. I've got a flat stomach now and a bubble behind, good strong legs from running ten kilometers a day. That's how I and Jason hooked up; clumsy little guy, but cute nonetheless. He would buy me outfits so we could roleplay but never act on it. It was through Jason that I met...him. Or perhaps he chose me. It's difficult to tell after all this time, to pinpoint the exact moment that I noticed him in a crowded room, his eyes transfixing mine, drawing me in. I was his before he'd even laid a finger on me. By the time he wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me against his body on the dance floor, I knew I would be his.\nPulling the thong up my legs, I imagine him looking at me in secret through some corner of the room, quietly observing, eyes trailing across the contours of my body. I close my eyes and imagine his hands pulling the thong up by the straps across my legs, his body so close I could reach out and touch it. The fabric nestles between my buttocks, rides up past my waist. I tug it once, the way I knew he would do it, in a show of quiet force. Once upon a time, me and the girls would make fun of girls wearing those out in public. We never used the s-word, but we all thought about it. I twirl around in the mirror, look at how it nestles against my skin. It makes me feel dirty, in a good way. The bra exacerbates things. He bought it two sizes too small on purpose. My breasts are spilling out of it, exposing my aureolae.\nThe top isn't any better: the buttons barely hold together, pushing up my breasts. My nipples are sticking out against the white fabric. I run my fingers over them, teasing for a second, before I stop. The orders were clear. 'No touching' he'd said, matter-of factly. Somehow that makes me want to do it even more. With trembling hands, I pinch them softly over the fabric. I tug at them playfully. A live current runs across the length of my spine. A tiny soft moan escapes my mouth. Biting my lip, I shudder hoping he didn't hear. He hadn't mentioned a punishment for disobedience but then he never needed to; I consented to his pleasure. Nevertheless, I ran a finger over the fabric between my legs, as a tiny sign of defiance, moving across the smooth slit all the way to my nub. The fabric was wet already.\nThe skirt was too short to even cover my behind. It made me feel so utterly exposed, downright dirty. \"I hope he doesn't make me wear this outside\" I whispered softly and blushed. A tiny little part of me wished he'd do it; that he would parade me down the street and show me off. Uselessly, I tugged down at the fabric, trying to cover myself. What was happening to me? I never used to be like that before, not before him. Stretching myself in front of the mirror, I run my hands down all over my body, all over my breasts, my belly, my thighs. The s-word comes to mind. It's odd, how good it sounds when I think of him saying it, rolling off his tongue.\nI strap on the high-heels, a little touch of my own. He doesn't care too much about shoes. Heck, he doesn't seem to care much about anything but I know that he'll love hearing them clicking on the marble floor as I come closer. He promised there was something special in it for me today, so I might as well go the extra mile.\nI leave the bedroom, making my way to the living room. My heels click audibly on the marble floor. I put one leg in front of the other, walk so my hips will sway. He can't see me yet, so I take an extra second to master it. When I turn the corner and see him, looking me over like a warrior-king, I know I've got it right. He gives me his signature 'devil-may-care' smile and I know I've gotten it down to a tee. Raising his hand, he motions for me to come closer, raises his hand and holds out his palm for me to stop when I'm three steps away, just out of my reach. He never wears cologne, but I can still smell the testosterone wafting through his skin. I bite my lip to keep myself from just jumping him outright. I know he wouldn't want that and I don't want it either. We want this to be perfect.\n\"On your knees\" he says in a hushed whisper. I comply immediately, dropping down on the floor. It's cold, but I don't care. Every inch of me is on fire. Something clinks in his left hand. My eyes go wide as I watch him produce the bright-red collar from under a couch cushion. I tense up, try to mutter a defense but he doesn't give me any time, clasping it on in the blink of an eye, just tight enough for me to feel it against my skin. A chain dangles from the end of it. It's a DIY job, made out of a length of leather, and a plain steel ring to keep the wrought steel chain in place. Everything about it feels so unclean, almost primal. My defenses are breaking down before I even have a chance to respond.\nHe leans over to me, his rough calloused hands running through my hair, down the back of my neck. He massages the flesh and I relax exactly like a kitten. When he leans to me, his lips bush against mine. I can feel his hot breath on my mouth and shiver. My lips part willingly, hungrily. He toys with me as I struggle to kiss him, pulls away from me every single time. I hate him for it, but he makes me want it even more. Wrapping the chain around his hand, he tugs me forward. Our lips meet and I kiss him deeply, hungrily. My sex is wet, wanting. I try to reach my hands out and grasp him, pull him in but another gentle tug makes me keep my palms flat against my hips.\nHe breaks the kiss, a million years later. I'm panting like an animal in heat, shivering all over. My nipples stick out even more against the tight little top. Moving my eyes down across his sculpted body, I can see the bulge on his jeans, tenting up the fabric. He's never seemed so big to me before. I gasp at the sight of it.\n\"You want this?\" he asks me, moving his hips just enough to show me the goods. I nod, panting. His hand grasps a tuft of my hair, leads me down against it. My lips brush against his jeans, tracing the outline of his girth, his veins, travelling across his length. I suck hungrily at him. My hands dart out to grasp his knees. \"No\" he says. I pull them back lightning quick but I don't dare break my mouth away from him. He grins against my face. A tiny spot of precum dribbles through the fabric and I lap at it with my tongue, taste it. Its musky scent is overpowering. I look up at him, my eyes wide and pleading. He eases up on the chain gives me just enough length to pull back. Slowly, he begins to unbotton his jeans, once by one. I can see the flesh coming into view, the veins clearly outline against his engorged flesh. My mouth goes dry as I see his member straining against the fabric, aching to pop out. He stops at the last second, savoring the tension. His hand grasps one of my nipples, tugs at it, twists it. I shake all over, the anticipation driving me up the wall. \"I heard you back there.\" he tells me \"you've been naughty.\"\nI mewl like an animal, lowering my head. I've never made this sound before; not for anyone. It's a keening, wanting noise, the kind cats make as they sit in their haunches and howl at the moon. Most of my colleagues would call this degrading, shake their heads and quote Dworkin at me if they would walk into this scene, see the chair of the Gender Studies faculty on her knees, hungry for a man. I wouldn't blame them. It's not something that you can really put to words, this sensation that drives me to this point. This terrible, unquenchable thirst that I know only he could ever sate.\n\"Take it out\" he whispers. I linger, looking him over, expecting -no, wanting- some sort of term, an arbitrary handicap. \"Use your mouth\" he adds and my honeypot quivers. A miniature orgasm makes my hips shudder as I lean down and clamp my teeth on the fabric, pulling it off him. The flaps fall back and he springs out, engorged and hot an ready, his length covered in feins. I nuzzle my face against him, feel the warmth over my lips, against my tongue. A droplet of clear pre dribble down from the tip, runs along the length of it. I run my tongue across it, lap it up. My tastebuds are overwhelmed with the newfound pleasure. For the first time in my life, I want to taste evry inch of a man, feel him fill my mouth. I kiss my way down to the base, all the way to his sack. He's shaved clean down there, just for this. Most guys did it just to make it seem bigger. Sucking his sack into my mouth, I lap at with my tongue, roll it around. He lets out a bellowing groan, like a prize bull, caresses my hair. That's all the reward I need to know I'm doing a good job.\nWhen he tugs again, this time up, I move along the length of him slowly, tasting the flesh. Reaching the tip, I stop to kiss the engorged flesh, run my tongue along its girth. For a second, I find myself worrying if it will choke me but I can't bring myself to give a damn. My eyes look up into his, at his flushed, wanting expression. There's a silent exchange between us, as he gives me the a-okay. He's in my mouth the next instant. I suck on his head, let it go with an audible pop, watch as it rebounds on his abs. I take ikt once agaion, this time deeper, pressimg my tongue against his length, leading it down inch by inch, easing it into my mouth. I stop when it reaches my throat, fight back against my gag reflex. Pulling back to take a breath, I plunge myself down on him. His length slides down into my throat and I choke, but I hold it in. The collar makes my neck tighten around him, grip him but I drive myself down. He's pulled his hand away from my hair. I'm doing this of my own volition, just for him.\nI pull away from him, lingering at the tip and open my mouth wide. I take a deep breath and plunge down again. His girth invades me, makes my neck bulge obscenely. Tears well up in my eyes. I strain to look at him, his face aglow with pure pleasure. He's enjoying every second of this, watching my lips as they stretch around him, my face twisting as I struggle to take the last bit of him inside me. I breathe in through my nose to calm myself, dig my nails into my thighs and finally plunge down all the way to the base. The chocking sensation comes back full force. For one second, I feel like I could gag. My involuntary spasms massage his length. His hand caresses my hair and I know I've done good. I saty there, sucking at his base before I slowly pull out, inch by inch, sucking the entire way up. I slurp at his tip before I let go, panting.\n\"Good girl\" he commends me and I smile, even as a thin line of spit still connects my lips to his member. \"You want more?\" he says and I nod eagerly, my eyes locked into his own and I'm lost, waiting for his signal. When he graps my hair and brings me down I take him all the way down my throat again in a single thrust. It's amazing, how it comes almost naturally now. His hand still on my hair, he uses my mouth at his pleasure. I slide across him hungrily, aching for his release. When he lets me go, I wrap my hands around his thighs and dive down, holding myself down there for as long as I can.\nMy nose mashes against his pelvis but I keep going. \"Damn...\" he groans like an animal. His hand reaches down and smacks my exposed behind; a short, sharp smack that makes the flesh jiggle. I moan all over him. His nails dig into my flesh, raking across it. I can already see the lines across my flesh when I'll look myself in the mirror tomorrow morning. His hands knead and smack me, forehand and backhand, turn me red and raw. Pain and pleasure mix inside me, set fire to the animal part of my brain. When his fingers grasp my thong and tug it upward, causing the fabric to grind against my nub I go over the edge. He explodes in me in perfect sync.\nHis hot seed explodes into my throat. Gulping down the first spurts, I pull myself off, taking every drop he can give me even while my honeypot quivers against the thin strip of fabric. My hips shiver, nearly giving way under me. Every fiber of my body turns to jelly at that moment and all I can do is fight back my urge to howl, only so that I won't let him leave my mouth for even an instant. When I do pull away, I can still feel his hot seed in my mouth, feel it swishing around in my tongue. Even he seems pleasantly surprised when I open my mouth and show him my bounty, then swallow. The taste is thick and mildly unpleasant, but I don't care as long as I can see that animal lust in his eyes.\nHe leaves the armchair, the chain still in his hand. I move to get up, but a hard sharp tug sends the message clearly 'crawl'. He's huge, standing a good two heads over me. He's not a muscular hunk, but he's strong where it counts. I follow on my hands and knees, trailing behind him, my eyes fixed to his back, trailing down the arch of his spine to his behind. His member is swelling again, getting hard. Domination is his favorite kind of aphrodisiac and I couldn't be happier.\nI crawl behind him all the way to the living room table. Another tug and I stop. When he bends over and picks me up, I go limp; let him lie me down over the wooden top. My skin sticks to it. my hands are slippery with sweat. His hands grasp me by the ankles, slide me across the top and I feel him against my lips, a thing stip of fabric the only thing keeping him from sliding inside me. I grind against him, wrapping my legs around his waist, waiting on his command. My hands reach out for him, nails raking across his chest. My inhibitions disappear as I try to goad him inside me. He keeps his cool even as I grind and pant like I'm in heat.\n\"Easy there, kitten\" he whispers, enjoying every second of this. He's only halfway hard, but I can feel him swelling, hardening against me. His fingers trail down my neck, across the exposed flesh of my breasts. They feel like firecrackers popping off against my skin. He slips under the flaps of my top, cupping my breasts in his bare hands under my bra. He kneads the flesh like he owns it, slipping them out of the cups. With a single fluid motion, re rakes a finger down the top's straining buttons. I watch them fly off, letting my breasts burst out. My nipples are erect. The flesh is covered in goose bumps. His hand smacks, them, flicks the nipples, makes the jiggle. The pleasure build up until I'm close to exploding. My hand grasps his member and I stroke him when his lips bursh over my aureolae and he takes my breasts in his mouth, sucking them hard, sinking his teeth into the flesh, alternating for gentle kisses just as the pain hits. My hand's still wrapped around his member, caressing it, playing with the viscous clear fluid. I slip my thong aside, exposing myself. Just a little bit more...\n\"What did I tell you?\" he asks, yanking the chain. I'm picked up off the table top, dangling uselessly. The look in his eyes is unreadable. I can tell he's unhappy that I've defied him but my sex is sliding across him and I feel his tip grinding against my nub, his heavy sack against my behind. My hands rake uselessly at his back, my lips are opening and closing uselessly, seeking his. \"Eager little hussy aren't you?\" he hisses against my mouth. His knees buck for a moment. The next one, he's inside me.\nI'm so wet that he slips inside in an instant. Every inch of him filling me all the way to my cervix, his girth stretching me across his length. I let out a sharp animal yelp as he fills me. My toes curl at the moment of entry. My third orgasm makes my insides shudder all over him. We kiss like it's our last day on Earth. Without thinking, I latch onto him, pick myself off the table, holding on for dear life. My own weight impales me on his length, lets him invade me deeper than any other man has ever done before. I ride his length hungrily, panting. His hands grasp my behind to prop me up, grind inside me, his tip meeting my cervix every single time.\nA storm rages inside me, spreading up from my legs, moving up my belly to my breasts and finally releases from behind my eyes. For a single instant I feel like I'm flying, suspended over the world mid-thrust, the balls of my feet pushing against his thighs to give me leverage. He moves upward smoothly and I lose it. Hands lose their purchase. I'm left dangling from his waist by my shaking feet, the only things holding me from crashing against the hard floor being his steel grip around my waist. Unfettered, he keeps going, his pelvis grinding against my nub, letting me feel every second of this, let me feel him smack against my behind. I arch back, hands finding purchase against the floor. Both his hands are around my waist now. My hair are spilling down against the floor. My breasts flop down to my chin as he holds up my legs and uses me like a toy, driving me down against the floor with every single thrust.\n\"God, God, God!\" I howl like a maniac as I feel the biggest orgasm yet brewing inside me, builing up to an explosive release. I can tell he's close to. Through clenched teeth I plead with him \"Please give it to me, I want to feel it. I want it all over me...\"\nHe's more the happy to comply. The next half-dozen thrusts are hard, calculated. Pulling out all the way to the tip just to slam inside me again and again and again. I feel him building up, closing in. He's holding it in until my own orgasm washes over me. My spasms are what sends him over the edge. He lingers just for a little bit, lets me feel that he could do it; he could release inside me, fill me with his seed and I wouldn't resist him for even a single second. Pulling out at the last second, he explodes all over my belly, my breasts. I feel a few droplets shooting through the air, landing all over my lips and cheeks. He bellows as he gives me every last drop, before finally easing me down onto the floor. My hands grasp his member, milk the last few drops on my belly. I watch him shake like a leaf before he finally falls to his knees.\n\"I'm thinking cuffs next time\" he asks, taking me in his arms on the floor. The suggestion alone sends a pleasant tingling sensation down my spine.\n\"Yes please.\" I moan as I writhe in his warm embrace." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense sexual connection between two forbidden lovers as they reunite in a hotel room after years apart. Incorporate elements of anticipation, nervous excitement, and raw desire into a scorching scene where they indulge in oral pleasure, passionate intercourse, anal play, and multiple orgasms. Highlight their need to explore each other's bodies fully while maintaining an air of secrecy and urgency. Don't forget to emphasize the emotional connection that fuels their insatiable lust for one another. Tags: forbidden romance, reunion sex, oral sex, passionate intercourse, anal play, multiple orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I feel like a teenager again as I drive along this all too familiar road. One I used to drive along with various friends and boyfriends in my youth. I don't remember feeling as nervous back then, even as a passenger taking bends far too fast. Right now, my stomach is in knots, my heart is pounding hard in my chest, so hard I can feel it in my throat. This long road has many memories attached, none of which are attached to him. Of all the journeys this road has been a part of, that is has sent me on; I never would have imagined driving along this road to do what I am about to do. My life isn't here anymore, it hasn't been for many years. As I drive, ghostly memories pop up, but I barely give them credence, my mind is focussed on him. On us.\nAs I draw closer to the hotel where we have agreed to meet the mixture of nervous excitement grows stronger. I am flustered. I shuffle in my car seat as I drive. My pussy is already wet in anticipation of the next few hours. My sweaty palms grip the wheel and I force myself to sing along loudly to the song playing in my car. I've listened to songs from our playlist all the way here. The one that's currently playing is our song. This time, finally, I am eleven minutes away, but I will get to him. This time, finally, we don't have to just imagine, long and want. We get to be together.\nI turn into the car park and I see his car. My heart leaps, my stomach tightens. He's here. Fuck, this is going to happen. He hasn't backed out. I don't park by his car, just in case. Once I've parked, I sit for a few moments and compose myself. My heart cannot beat any quicker, I hold my hand to my chest and feel it hammer against my fingers. I breathe in and close my eyes. I count to seven and then slowly exhale my breath counting to ten. I do this a few times, I need to calm down. _Does he feel the same?_ I wonder.\nI think of him in the hotel room, knowing now is the time I said I would be here. I picture him wondering if I'm here. Checking his phone, waiting nervously for my call. His hands shaky with nerves and palms as sweaty as mine. We know we shouldn't be doing this. We have tried for months to talk ourselves out of it whilst talking ourselves right back into it. We are selfish people for being here, we both know we are but, and there is a big but, we need this. I can't remember the last day I did not think about him. That I didn't waste hours of my day disappearing into endless daydreams of us, fucking. We need to fuck each other so desperately, the urge, the desire, the attraction. It's too strong, we need this.\nI inhale and exhale one more time and get out of my car. I don't call him yet. I walk nervously yet purposefully across the car park towards reception. Once through the doors, I glance around for the toilets and head directly there. I want to freshen up from the journey, I still need to compose myself but most importantly, when he runs his hands up my thighs and under my dress, I want him to find I am wearing no knickers. I push them into my handbag and take out my phone. I find his number. My heart thuds, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, my finger shakily hovers over the call button before I touch it.\nJust hearing his voice, the accent that makes me feel at home, my nerves evaporate. I feel them simmer away into feelings of sheer excitement. He's coming down to meet me, this is happening. In a few moments, my lips are finally going to meet his and stay there for as long as we want them too. No need for quick stolen kisses my lips barely register today.\nI wait by the lift, watching the green digit count down to zero. I watch the zero turn to an arrow. I hear the door ping and my chest tightens as the door begins to slide open.\nAnd there he is.\nA broad smile erupts across my face as I see the smile on his. I feel myself melt, as I always do these days when I'm around him, especially when he looks at me exactly how he is looking at me right now. I stifle the girly giggle that always wants to escape when he looks at me like this. I don't need to flirt with him right now. I need to kiss him.\nWe don't speak, or if he does, I don't pay any attention to it. I am focussed on only one thing. I enter the lift and push straight up against him, his arms wrap instinctively around me as we start to kiss. The doors shut behind me, but we don't move. We carry on kissing. I told myself I'd kiss him gently at first so I could savour the feeling of his lips and his tongue meeting mine properly, for the first time, so I could remember what it felt like. I failed. I do know kissing him feels as good as I knew it would. All that energy that sparks between us every time we meet that we can usually do nothing about, that we always have to bury, is finally getting to be released. I cannot kiss him hard enough. Our hunger for each other makes us kiss fast and eager. The magnetic energy that draws us together finally starting to form as one. We know, we can feel it. This is right, we need this. His hands grip my bum firm as we kiss and then they start to move exactly where I hoped they would, down to my thighs. I slow down our kiss as his hand's stroke up my thighs and under my dress. I want to see his face. I carry on kissing him gently as his fingers find the tops of my stockings and then, as they stroke higher to the tops of my thighs that are already coated in pussy juice, I pull my face slightly back in time for him to gasp into my mouth.\n'Fucking hell!' he says breathlessly.\nI smile momentarily but it is stopped by him pulling me back into a passionate kiss as he lets his fingers explore my pussy for the first time. The permanent ache that has been between my legs all journey starts to ease as his fingers push inside me and then move to my clit. And it's my turn to pause the kiss to gasp into his mouth as his fingers circle lightly at first then push firmer. Fuck, I could let him make me come now, in the lift.\nIn the lift. I remember where we are and bolt out of my trance.\n'We haven't pressed a button,' I say, 'We're still in reception.'\n'Shit,' he breathlessly chuckles and leans around me to press a button. And then fumbles for his key card when the lift refuses to move. It cools the moment and we spend the short journey to the sixth floor and the short walk to his room chatting, joking and laughing. I notice his hand remains firmly on my bum the whole time, his fingers snaking over my cheek to the back of my thigh. It keeps the raw energy between us, and I know I have absolutely no doubts anymore.\nWhen we reach his room, he takes my hand instead as he opens the door. I follow him inside. We don't leave much distance between our bodies. He reaches his arm through mine to shut the door behind me and push me back against the door as he does it. Our lips are once again united in a powerful kiss as he moves the hand he is holding to the prominent bulge in his trousers. How I have longed to feel his cock again. The brief moment I had stroked it through his shorts last summer and had to stop abruptly when neither of us wanted to, had held firm in my memory for a long time after. I don't want to feel it through his trousers.\nI move my hands to unbutton and unzip his trousers, I tug at them to let them start to fall to the floor. He responds by pulling my dress up my body, I stand back to let him pull it over my head. He stands back to look at me, I watch the look in his eyes and the shake of his head and know he likes what he sees. He pulls his t-shirt over his head before kissing me again. I pull down his shorts as he undoes my bra. As he slides the straps down my arms, we step back from each other slightly, my eyes head straight to his hard cock as his head straight to my tits. I know he loves my tits. His hands cup them first, his thumb grazing over my erect nipple. He makes content noises as he lowers his head to suck each nipple in turn. I reach my hand between us and instantly find his cock. I relish in the feeling of finally getting to touch him. I wrap my fingers around the tip and slide his foreskin back and then forward and then back and this time I move my hand to stroke his whole length.\nI move my hand back toward the tip, I circle my thumb over his helmet, it's wet with precum and I am overwhelmed by the desire to taste him. I begin to lower my body forcing him to release my nipple from his mouth. I drop to my knees and bring his cock toward my open mouth. As I circle my tongue over his helmet, my hand stroking his cock as I lick, I gaze up at him. He holds my gaze and moans gently as I slide my lips down his cock, letting the tip rest for a second at the back of my throat before sliding them back up. I circle his helmet with my tongue again and then suck him fully back into my mouth. I repeat the action each time quicker than the last until I reach a sucking motion. I keep the tip of his cock toward my throat and suck him, massaging the thick vein of his cock with my tongue. I take him to the point he tells me to stop. As much as I want to taste his come, as much as I know how much he wants me to swallow his come, not yet.\nHe pulls back and pulls me up with him. He pulls me into him and kisses me. As we kiss, we kick off our shoes, he pulls off his socks and releases his ankles from his trousers and shorts. Then he leads me over to the bed. He's grinning at me and his eyes are giving me that look again. My pussy instantly tightens and aches as he edges me back onto the bed. I lie on my back and shuffle backwards. He climbs on the bed, his hands push my thighs apart as he lowers his face between my knees. He kisses up my thighs first, small gentle kisses up the inner thigh of my right leg. His face grazes past my pussy and I think he's going to lick me, but he doesn't. He kisses over my stomach and down, toward my neatly trimmed pussy. He kisses over the bare skin and stops to let his fingers stroke the small patch of hair I leave before returning his kisses to my mound and over to my other thigh. I watch him delight in enjoying my body for the first time. We're not in a rush but my clit throbs for his touch. The more he teases me the harder it gets. I feel it pulse as once again his face hovers above my pussy, his breath warm on my lips. He pulls my lips slightly apart with his fingers and blows on my clit. A small moan escapes my mouth. I resist the urge to grab his head and push his face into my pussy and hold him there till he makes me come.\nHe blows again and pushes one, then two fingers inside me. He pushes further inside me till he finds the spot he was looking for. He knows he has found it when my hips push against his hand.\n\"Fuck!\" I moan.\nHe chuckles through a broad grin and pushes harder. We hold our gaze until he has me writhing on his hand and panting then he lowers his face and I feel the first lick of his tongue on my throbbing clit.\nI make some garbled, squeaked noises that resemble words but are not fully formed as I gasp and moan with pleasure. The sudden relief I feel in my clit does not last long as a force begins to build rapidly behind it, waiting for the right time to thunder forward and rip through my body. His licks and sucks kept me teetering on the edge of orgasm, but his fingers began to push me over the edge.\nI feel a sudden force erupt inside me, I hear him groan and feel his tongue move from my clit to my pussy lips. As he removes his hand a gush of my juices come with it that he eagerly laps up. I lie letting the feelings rush through me knowing I'm not done. There is still a pressure behind my clit that needs release. His tongue teases my pussy exquisitely and as soon as it reaches my clit I flinch with delight. His lips suck my clit into his mouth and then a flutter of his tongue and then he sucks it again and I explode. My thighs tighten momentarily around his ears as my hips buck against his face and I let out a long, loud moan as my orgasm races around my body.\nHe moves to hover above me, a wicked smile on his face. He looks pleased with himself. I breathlessly giggle as I regain composure.\n'Wow,' I manage to utter.\n'Just, wow, that's all you've got?' he teases before leaning down to kiss me. I can taste my juices on his lips and smell the faint trace of my pussy in his stubble. I let my legs drop wide to the side, he lowers his hips and I feel his hard cock slide over my sensitive pussy.\n'I need to be inside you,' he says, barely moving his lips off mine.\nI don't speak, I kiss him instead and wrap my legs around his bum. He adjusts his hips and lets his cock find its position. I adjust my hips to help and his cock quickly finds where it needs to be. We stop kissing and hold a long gaze as he pushes inside me, slowly at first, until he is fully inside me. I feel his balls soft against my bum cheeks, he slides partially out and pushes quickly back inside me, slapping his body against mine. Then, he grabs my leg and pushes it back, holding it firm against his shoulder and after a short pause, he starts to fuck me. I shut my eyes and enjoy the feeling as he pounds into me, his cock pushing deep inside me, hard fast strokes. Our bodies rocking together with his rhythm. I am still slightly giddy from the orgasm he has just given me, I can feel my pussy pulsing and fluttering on his cock. Every nerve ending in my body is alert and firing.\nAnd suddenly, he lifts his head from its bowed position to look down on me. We hold a gaze that speaks volumes of unsaid words. I move my other leg and he grabs it and holds it firmly against his other shoulder. He holds me and thrusts hard and fast inside me. He is so deep, each thrust sends a powerful rush through my body. We pant and gasp in unison. Occasionally we share a look, a moment, then we glaze over and lose ourselves to the pleasure we are obviously both feeling. I shut my eyes and enjoy feeling every feeling in my body and the shared energy between us. The connection so strong, multiplied, exaggerated tenfold. I sense he must be about to come, I long to feel him come. I have heard him come, I have never seen him come, I've never felt him come. I don't know his signs, I can't read his body yet. We have all this to learn about each other. I am enjoying learning this about each other.\nA few more thrusts and I feel his body tense, his grip tightens momentarily on my legs.\n'I'm coming,' he mutters through breathless moans. His final thrusts strong at first then slowing as he pumps inside me. I feel his warm come filling me, spurt after spurt. He gasps and pants until he regains himself. He loosens his grip on my legs. I let them drop to the side.\n'Fuck, that was amazing,' he says.\nI giggle, 'it was.'\nEventually, he releases his cock bringing a gush of shared gooey liquid with it. He moves to lie by the side of me. We wrap our arms and legs around each other and kiss until we both come back down to earth.\nI put my hand between my legs and push two fingers inside my pussy. He is grinning at me as I look at him, smiling. I suck one finger into my mouth.\n'I needed to taste you, even if it is you mixed with me,' I say.\nI point the other finger at him, and he sucks it into his mouth.\n'You're fucking filthy, I love it,' he says before drawing me into another long kiss.\nWe lie side by side on the bed talking, laughing, touching. My head mostly on his chest, our legs entwined. I occasionally pull back to look at him as we speak but then place it back. My hands stroke his body as we talk. His hands stroke mine. I subconsciously stroke his cock as we talk. His cock is still semi-hard, it takes very little stroking to get him fully erect. I look down at his handsome cock, his helmet appearing and disappearing between my clenched fist and his foreskin. I play with him, mesmerised just watching.\nWe don't notice, but we stop talking. I lick my tongue over his nipple as I play with his cock. Then suck it before I begin to kiss down over his stomach. My tongue meets my hand and licks over his helmet as it pokes through my fist. The next time, I pull my hand down further and lick his helmet properly. Spending time wrapping my tongue around the tip of his cock. He tastes of sex. It is delicious. I lick and suck and clean his cock of any traces of us before moving to straddle his hips. He is rock hard again and I need to feel him inside me.\nI lean forward and kiss him, letting my pussy sit over the length of his cock. I rock my hips and let my lips slide along his length while we kiss. His arms wrap around me and stroke over my back and bum as we kiss. We stay like that for a short while before I lift from his embrace. I hover above him and reach a hand between our bodies to hold his cock. Then, I lower my hips, letting the tip of his cock sit just inside my pussy for a moment before I release him and let my pussy lips slide down his length. I place my hands on his chest and look down at him smiling. I began to rock my hips slowly at first, letting his cock slide in and out of me. Then I gradually speed up until I have reached a good, hard rhythm. I lower my head as our bodies smash together.\nI don't fuck him too hard for too long. I let my hips slide off his cock and I kiss him before turning around. I hold his thighs firm as I slide back down his cock and instantly begin slow, deliberate movements. He moves his hand to the small of my back then gives my bum a gentle squeeze as I fuck him. I feel his finger creep to the crack of my arse, I pause momentarily as he plays with my arsehole teasing the opening with his finger before pushing it slowly inside. It feels exquisite. I'm tempted to slide my pussy off his cock and let his cock sink inside my arse, but I don't. Instead, I begin to slide my pussy off his cock, up over his stomach and chest until my pussy pushes up against his face. I eagerly await the flick of his tongue, he doesn't leave me waiting long. I push further back as his tongue gets to work, long licks over my lips and clit. I lower and take his cock into my mouth licking and kissing along his length and then the helmet first before drawing him fully into my mouth. I suck him harder as his tongue brings me closer to orgasm, and as I come my muffled moans ripple down his cock. I need him to fuck me, I need him to feel the pulses of my pussy, I want my pussy to milk him, I want his come inside me for the second time today.\nI move forward off his body and kneel on all fours on the bed. I face the mirror above the desk at the foot of the bed. I watch him lift himself off the bed and come to position himself behind me. I watch the look on his face as he relishes in sinking his cock back deep inside me. Then I watch him fuck me until the power of his thrusts make me bow my head into the bed. He holds my hips firm with one hand and pushes on the small of my back with the other. He fucks me hard, his cock so deep knocking into my inner walls, hitting that spot inside me again that makes me squirt. I can't control it, but I sense when it's going to happen, and I can feel at any minute I'm going to coat his cock in thick white juices. As I groan through my second orgasm, my pussy pulsing and squirting on his cock I listen to his moans and then I feel him come for the second time mixing his thick white goo with mine.\nHe wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me up and back into his arms. He gently kisses my neck and shoulders as he caresses my tits. Eventually, we collapse back on to the bed. This time we are spent. We know there will be no more today. Sadly, we also know we are running out of time. Soon we are both going to have to leave. We lie wrapped in each other's arms willing time to stand still. It refuses to obey.\nReluctantly the time comes when we need to leave. Having showered away any traces of our misspent afternoon we leave together. A couple more stolen kisses later I am back in my car heading home. I don't grip the wheel tight this time. There's no heart racing, no nervous feelings. The broad grin on my face keeps erupting into bouts of giggles as I replay the afternoon in my head. I feel so light I could be floating above the car seat. I know there's a low around the corner that this high won't last and at some point, the guilt of our decision will set in but for now, I drive slowly and enjoy every second of how good he made me feel." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nIn a chance encounter at a gas station, Jamie meets Sheila, a weary traveler with bruised knuckles and a troubled past. They embark on a spontaneous road trip together, seeking freedom and adventure. At a motel in Devils Lake, their desires ignite as they share pizza and beer. While waiting for their clothes to dry, Sheila's vulnerability leads to an intimate moment where she opens up about her abusive ex-boyfriend. In the safety of each other's arms, they find solace and pleasure through passionate lovemaking.\n\nWrite an erotic smut story that explores the healing power of connection and trust between Jamie and Sheila. Begin by describing their shared meal on the bed - how they indulge in the delicious pizza while teasingly undressing each other. Use vivid details to depict their hunger for both food and intimacy intertwining seamlessly. As Jamie's hands explore Sheila's bruised body, emphasize his gentle touch as he seeks to bring her pleasure beyond physical satisfaction.\n\nTransition into a sensual scene where Jamie tenderly massages Sheila's inner thighs, noticing her arousal building with every stroke. Show how their bodies entwine naturally as they kiss passionately, igniting desire within them both. Describe the intensity of their physical connection - from nipple sucking to finger penetration - capturing the raw emotions that flow between them.\n\nAfter experiencing mind-blowing orgasms together, allow them a moment of respite before exploring new avenues of pleasure. As they lie naked in bed, Jamie reveals his fears about his sexual performance due to medical issues from his past marriage. Sheila assures him that she wants to be there for him regardless; she craves intimacy beyond conventional expectations.\n\nGuide your readers through an enticing oral sex scene where Sheila takes control by straddling Jamie's face while pleasuring him with her hand simultaneously. Delve into explicit detail about how she expertly uses her tongue and mouth to drive him wild with pleasure while he reciprocates by passionately devouring her wetness. Emphasize the intensity of their connection and the heightened sensations they experience together.\n\nConclude the story with a bittersweet moment as Jamie awakens from his daydream, realizing that Sheila is but a fantasy created by his imagination during his hospital stay. However, he finds solace in knowing that he can still find pleasure within himself through self-love and exploration. Leave readers with a sense of hope for Jamie's future, where he may one day find someone who can fulfill his desires just as Sheila did in his dreams.\n\nTags: erotic romance, healing power of intimacy, road trip romance, trust and vulnerability, oral sex, mutual pleasure" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jamie placed the beer at his feet, balanced the pizza with his one hand while with the other hand he tried to open the motel door with the magnetic key. As usual, it took several swipes. The green light finally flashed and he quickly reached for the handle. He pushed the door open with is hip, picked up the beer, nearly dropping the pizza, and backed into the room. He turned. \"I brought pizza and beer so we can eat while...\" his voice became a soft mumble. \" I... I didn't realize... I'm sorry.\"\n\"You're embarrassed. I'm flattered, I think.\" The words came in a soft, soothing tone as she twisted around from the sink. She was naked except for the towel wrapped around her head. Jamie just stood before her speechless. She sensed his discomfort. \"You had better put the pizza and beer on the table before you drop them and close the door too, please.\" She moved towards him as he placed the food on the table. \"I'm starved, how about you?\" Her hand brushed his arm and she said with a giggle, \"If it would make you feel more comfortable, I could borrow one of your T-shirts. Remember, you put all my stuff in the wash, or you could just...\" her hand gently tightened on his bicep and he glanced down at her bruised knuckles.\nThey had met that morning outside a gas station just near Williston. Jamie had just fueled his bike and had parked it at the side of the convenience store. She was sitting nearby on a small backpack and leaning back against the wall. The soft light of the early morning sunlight flattered her face and soft brown eyes and almost hid the small mouse under her left eye. She smiled as he dismounted.\n\"Good morning,\" Jamie began. \"It looks like it's going to be another nice day.\"\n\"Ya, I sure hope so\" she replied. \"You're up and traveling early.\"\nA brief conversation ensued. While they talked about traveling in Montana, Jamie observed her dusty and greased stained denim jacket, the tattered jeans with the ripped knee, and her well-worn sneakers. Her smile did little to hide her tiredness. \"I'm about to get a coffee, would you like one?\" Jamie asked. \"That is if you're not waiting for someone or with someone. I would not want to intrude,\" he added shyly.\n\"No, I'm alone. A coffee would be very nice.\"\nMoments later he reappeared with coffee and muffins. \"I thought you would like one of these too,\" he said as he handed her a muffin. \"After all, I was having one. It will tie me over until breakfast. I brought cream and sugar for the coffee too.\"\nThe coffee and the muffin tasted good. She had not eaten since noon the day before. While she ate, she stole repeated glances at her benefactor as he leaned against his motorcycle, sipped his coffee, and perused a map of Montana. He looked at the map through bifocals. His grey hair and beard were short and framed a tanned faced. He did not appear to be your typical biker even if he did wear a T-shit, leather vest, and jeans. \"My name is Sheila. Is that a Harley?\" her words broke the silence that had grown between them.\n\"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you,\" he replied as he let the map fall across the handlebars and rest against the windshield. \"No, it's not a Harley. It's a Yamaha. Something that is a little smoother on these old bones. My name is Jamie, by the way. Pleased to meet you, Sheila.\"\n\"I'd like to get a bike,\" she said her voice trailing off. Then she continued in a dreamy fashion, \"I want to experience the freedom of the open road and feel the wind in my hair.\"\n\"Well you have to be careful. Accidents can happen at...\"\nShe didn't allow him to finish his sentence. \"Thanks again for the coffee and muffin. It really hit the spot.\" It was as if she did not want him to spoil her dream with sobering facts. \"Where are you headed?\" she inquired.\nJamie explained that he was on holiday and heading to the Detroit area to visit his brother and some friends. It was a leisurely trip, he explained, because he was semi-retired. A service station employee pushing a caretaking cart interrupted their conversation. \"I see you are still here,\" the employee scoffed. \"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?\"\n\"Oh sorry, I can see that I'm taking up valuable parking space,\" Jamie replied sarcastically as he turned and waved at the empty parking lot. \"Thanks for encouraging my return patronage. I'll be off shortly!\" The attendant looked shocked and hurried off.\n\"Bitch,\" Shelia muttered under her breath.\nJamie smiled and offered her another coffee. \"No thanks,\" came the polite reply. \"But I would appreciate you minding my stuff while I went to the bathroom.\"\n\"Just put it up on the pillion seat. That way it won't be swept away by a frenzied employee.\" Shelia laughed and disappeared into the store. When she reappeared moments later, she stood by the bike making awkward small talk. Then after taking a deep breath she looked him straight in the eye and asked.\n\"You wouldn't have another helmet for this thing, would you?\"\n\"Here you wear the good one and I'll wear the beanie. I'm heading east, you know.\"\n\"Perfect,\" came the reply. In short order, the beanie helmet was retrieved from one of the saddlebags and bungee cords secured her knapsack to the sissy bar rack. Jamie hardly noticed her presence behind him as the big V4 ate up the miles along Highway 2. Late in the afternoon, he could feel her falling asleep against him. He found a motel in Devils Lake and stopped for the night.\nOn his way to the nearby pizzeria, he had put their dirty clothes in the wash in the motel's laundromat. On his return with the pizza and beer, he had placed their clothes in the dryer. He had fantasized about a moment like this while he was putting their clothes in the washing machine and again when he placed them in the dryer. Now, his fantasy was coming true. Sheila's naked body was only inches away. Jamie was aware of his pounding heart, his sweaty brow, and the searing heat of the touch of her fingers on his arm. His gaze moved from her hand to her breasts. They were beautiful. He could barely breathe. The silence that filled the room was broke only by the wheezing of the air conditioner.\nHe stood there frozen in a silent trance. Her mouth moved but he didn't hear the words clearly \"Pardon...\" was all he could manage.\n\" Maybe I could borrow one of your T-shirts. Remember, you put all my stuff in the wash, or you could just ... or you could just join me and eat naked.\" Her words broke his dream-like daze and brought him back to reality. He felt her hands slip off his leather vest and begin to tug at the hem of his T-shirt. Soon both items lay in a heap on the floor.\nShelia leaned forward, her breasts grazing his chest and she kissed him fully on the lips. Then grabbing a beer and the pizza box from the table and she moved to the bed. \"The clothes will take about an hour to dry,\" he said almost in a whisper.\n\"That's nice,\" she replied nonchalantly and then continued in a sultry voice, \"Now, get out of those boots and jeans, and come and eat something.\"\nJamie quickly followed her instructions, stripped naked, and sat on the floor at the corner of the bed nursing his beer. Sheila lay on her side, the open pizza box cradled towards her navel. Jamie ate and drank with the right hand. With the left, he gently caressed the backs of Sheila's calves and thighs. Two beers later, the pizza was gone. Both were surprised just how hungry they were. The empty box found its way to the table and Sheila lounged on the bed her legs partially spread in an erotic and inviting pose. Jamie began to softly massage her inner thighs and then stopped suddenly when his fingers discovered a massive bruise on the back of her left thigh. \"Jesus, how did you get that?\" he asked incredulously.\n\"The same way I got these,\" she replied as she held up her hands to show her bruised knuckles. \"My asshole boyfriend... I'm heading to Duluth to stay with my stepmother...\" sadness spread over her countenance and she continued, \"... why don't you go and get the laundry...I don't want to talk about this right now...\" Her voice dissolved into sobs and tears and she buried her head in the pillow.\nJamie reluctantly pulled on his jeans, grabbed the key, and padded bare foot to the laundromat. When he returned with the clothes, the room was dark. The curtains were pulled tight against the evening sunlight. Curled under the bedcovers, as if trying to disappear, was Sheila. Jamie slipped out of his jeans and crawled into bed beside her. \"Hold me,\" was all she said.\nThey curled up together like spoons. Sheila cupped his hand to her breasts. Jamie's fingers fondled her hardening nipples. He kissed the nape of her neck and nibbled on her ear. Sheila moaned and pushed her buttocks back against his pelvis. Jamie sucked on her ear lobe and alternately began to roll her nipples between his thumb and fore fingers. Sheila moaned and felt the wetness building between her legs.\nJamie's hand moved to down her chest, across her belly, and began to tug and rub her pubic hair. Sheila gasped, turned her body, and opened her legs to give him better access. She was rewarded. His fingers began to stroke her pussy lips, and his thumb massaged her clit. A warm tingling began to build in her stomach and her breathing quickened. Shelia arched her back. Her body began to tremble involuntarily as he began to work his fingers in and out of her now quivering vagina. Sheila turned towards him and arched her back. Jamie's mouth found the nipple of her left breast and he sucked hard. Electric shocks flowed from her nipple to her clit as the first orgasmic wave poured over her body. The sensations produced by Jamie's fingers and tongue now completely consumed Sheila. Her open mouth emitted only silent screams of pleasure as a series of violet spasms racked her body.\nShelia opened her eyes. Jamie had just kissed her forehead. \"I must have dozed off,\" she said with a smile. The fingers of Jamie's left hand continued to gently brush against her pussylips and pubic hair. She enjoyed the warm, satisfied glow, which now covered her body and filled her mind. She looked up at Jamie. His countenance was a mere shadow in the dim light. She gently kissed his lips and languidly said, \"You're the perfect prescription for a bad boyfriend experience.\"\n\"I did not know I could still have that effect. I have not been with a woman in a very, very long time. I think I'm a little old...\"\n\"Sweetie, your medicine is not stale dated. You made me feel great, you really did.\" She paused and then inquired delicately, \"How long has it been?\"\nThere was a long pause followed by the sound of a deep breath. \"It has been over eight years, since I've touched a woman like that, counting before and after the divorce. Nobody has been interested in ...well ... well making me happy,\" lamented Jamie.\n\"Perhaps, I can offer some medicine for that,\" she coyly said as she began to stoke his cock.\n\"It doesn't always work,\" he said sadly as he placed his hand on her wrist. \"There are damaged nerves and the operation ... it doesn't always get hard. I don't want to disappoint you.\"\n\"After what you have just done for me, I don't think you could disappoint.\" She grinned mischievously and knelt over him. At first, he felt nothing. Then, as he relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy her touch; he began to feel warmth building in his pelvis. The sensations created by her tongue and hot breath, the sensations created by her hand as it cupped his balls, and the sensations created by her fingers as they squeezed and worked his cock, aroused old lost feelings.\n\"Oh Sheila, that feels so good. You are just what the doctor ordered.\" He laughed and smiled. \"Come here my dear,\" he said as he reached out and pulled her hips towards him.\nShelia straddled his face. \"I think I can offer you some of my special medication in just a moment,\" she taunted as she resumed her manipulations of his dick. \"I could always use some oral persuasion,\" she said with a laugh. Her musky scent invaded his nostrils as his tongue began its assault on her pussy and clit. She tasted wonderful. Shelia wiggled and moaned encouragement.\nThe deliberate warm treatments administered by Shelia to his cock soon became a series of hot, frenzied movements. Jamie valiantly tried to mirror her actions with his tongue. His body stiffened. She ground her pussy hard against his mouth. His tongue penetrated deeply. Convulsions consumed both of their bodies. Jamie felt release and tasted her sweet essence.\nA stirring in the room woke him. He glanced in the mirror and saw her image. She was beautiful in her pale blue nurse's uniform. \"Good afternoon Mr. Jamison. How is my favorite patient ... I rode my new V-Star to work today...\"\nHe wanted desperately to tell her to be careful and that motorcycles could be dangerous, but he couldn't speak. \"... I had pizza for lunch and snuck you in a piece.\" She bent down and placed the wrapped slice on the tray in front of the mirror. As she did so, the top of her outfit gaped. The sound of the charge nurse's cart and her sharp bark interrupted his voyeuristic gaze. \"Sheila, come here!\"\nThe wheeze of his ventilator prevented him from hearing their conversation. Nevertheless, as he lay face down on his Stryker bed, he could see in the mirror, that Sheila was upset. Under the whither glare of her superior, she returned to his bedside and bent down to retrieve the pizza slice. While she did, she hissed. \"... Bitch won't let me give this to you. She says you might choke.\" Then as she stood up, she gently brushed his cheek with the back of her slightly bruised hand and whispered, \"... I'll make it up to you, later in the shift, I promise.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Explore the sensual world of a customer and salesgirl in an intimate massage session. Dive into the passionate encounter as Jenny, the alluring salesgirl, seduces the customer with her expert touch and luscious curves. Incorporate elements such as scented oils, tantalizing cleavage, and mutual desire that heightens their connection. Craft a steamy scene where they both succumb to their deepest desires, indulging in oral pleasure and passionate intercourse. Don't forget to include details about Jenny's red hair, creamy cleavage, and her expertise in providing massages. Use tags such as erotic massage, seduction, oral sex, explicit content.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like most men, I pretend to spend very little time on my looks and I tend to walk right by all the millions of cosmetics stalls in departments stores and malls. But, a few years ago a new shop at the Mall caught my eye. Well, actually it caught my nose, as the most delightful fragrances wafted out. I did my best to ignore it a few times, but finally, I was drawn in the by the perfume of lavender, lemon, rosemary, basil and a hundred other herbs, spices, fruits an flowers that had been used to make the most amazingly colorful array of soaps, shampoos, conditioners, bubble baths, moisturizers, you name it.\nA number of other shoppers, almost all young women, were similarly drawn in and there we all stood, picking up honey soaps and almond-vanilla creams. I was drawn to a wall that advertised ‘For Him” products and was especially drawn to a shaving cream that claimed to tame that wild, manly beard. I am not sure I have a wild or manly anything, but the slogan worked and I bought a tub of the stuff.\nThe stuff really did work. Having suffered shaving burns on my chin and neck for years, this cream really did result in a smoother shave with no flaming redness afterwards. I was sold, and have been a monthly customer for their shaving cream, and every now and then I buy some blissfully luxurious item like a magnolia – rosemary bubble bath (after a tough day at work), or a mint shampoo (for falling hair!)\nOne day I reached for my supply of shaving cream when I heard a lively voice next to me.\n‘How’s our favorite male customer doing? That shaving cream still working for you?” It was Jenny, the regular salesgirl on Saturday mornings. To refer to Jenny as a girl though was an insult; she was all woman. Her red hair was brushed away from her face, but tended to fly back in front of her gray-green eyes. I spent a lot of time looking into her eyes during our regular little pre-sale chats to keep myself from being drawn past her long neck to her most noticeable features, her generous, and very unattainable, breasts. Her sales uniform included a white, button-down shirt, but Jenny invariably left one button more than her colleagues undone to accommodate her boobs. This always left a titillating stretch of creamy cleavage for all to admire. She was by no means a slim woman, but thanks to the measurements of her bust and hips, she remained a perfectly proportioned woman.\n“Oh great, thanks Jen,” I mumbled turning away from her to grab my cream. I knew that I could not keep my eyes above her neck long.\n“Why don’t you try this one, we call it Morning Shave. It is for sensitive skin. Do you find that shaving in the morning burns?”\n“It used to, but this regular one works just great for me. I just used it this morning, and see, no burns or breakouts,” I said holding my face up for her as if I was a face model at a photo shoot.\n“It smells great on you,” she said bringing her face close to my shoulder.\nJenny surprised me by running her cool hand down the surface of my cheek. She was close enough to brush one firm breast against my arm. I started counting her delightful freckles on her cheeks and nose to keep from dropping my gaze.\n“You do have great skin, you know?” she said, blushing slightly, “most women would die for that complexion.” She left her hand on my cheek for a brief second.\n“They’d hate to have to shave every morning, though,” I quipped hoping to brush off the unexpected, and very original, compliment. Most women mentioned my sense of humor or my mind, a few noticed my eyes; none had ever said anything about my skin.\n“You need anything else?” she asked quickly, breaking the awkward silence after my failed attempt to lighten things. “Here, you have to try this new shampoo. It has spirula, a seaweed, they use in Japan for hair conditioners. Or, how about a massage bar. These things are great …you’ve got to try one. Here this one is called Cocoa Delight,” she placed a warm, creamy soap-like bar in my hand, “it actually is made of chocolate and milk blended with cocoa butter. Don’t you just love the rich smell of chocolate? This one is perfect for a sensual massage. You will love it!”\nIt looked like soap to me, but it did smell great.\n“You rub it onto the person you are massaging as if it was soap, but it feels more like a lotion or a massage oil on their skin.”\nI wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Jenny was talking faster, making her sound like she was making a sales pitch for used cars on late night TV.\nI placed the bar back in her soft hands. “Actually, I am not into massages. They make me …I don’t know, they make me kinda tense,” I admitted running my hand through my hair. I always hated admitting this. It was like saying you hated babies – people automatically assumed you must have some psychiatric disorder.\n“Aw, come on …really?” she asked, incredulous as anyone else I had mentioned this to.\n“Yeah, really. Something about being afraid of vulnerability, I guess. Maybe it’s a man thing, like Morning Shave.” I said, again trying to brush it off with humor. Again failing miserably.\nJenny smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling, “Everyone I know loves my massages, men and women. It’s something I do on the side for all my friends. And I use all these products, especially the …” she paused for a second as she looked at the massage bar display. “I tell you what,” she said softly, looking me right in my eyes, “you pick up any one of these, and bring it over to my place tomorrow afternoon, and I will show you how relaxing a really good back-rub can be. Deal?”\nI was sure I had heard wrong. This gorgeous specimen of femininity was offering me a massage on a Sunday afternoon. Before I could say anything, she was bent over the sales desk writing on a slip of paper. I looked at her round ass, her red skirt stretched tight over her delectable hips. She turned around and put the slip in my hand.\n“See you there at around 2, tomorrow?” she said before taking my purchases and ringing them up.\nI spent the rest of that day and much of the night replaying those few minutes. The sane part of me reminded me that she had said that she did this for all her friends, male and female, and so surely that was all I was here. A new friend. She could not possibly be screwing all her friends, male and female, so she could not possibly have been trying to insinuate something, even if she did think I had smooth skin.\nUnfortunately, the horny and certifiably insane part of me tends to be louder, and kept replaying the way she had touched my face and her smile and her cleavage …and generally that was the clinching argument.\nAt just after 2 the next afternoon I rode my bike up to the neighborhood she had indicated her on her slip of paper. I rang the doorbell as nervous, and simultaneously hopeful, as a teenager on a high school date. I had come in my shorts and T-shirt and held the Chocolate massage bar in my one hand. In the other, I carried a box of chocolates, a last minute purchase, because it seemed the right thing to do.\nJenny opened the door wearing a light, flowery robe tied loosely around her waist. It looked Japanese and it struggled to keep her distinctly un-Japanese figure under wraps.\n“Hi, these are for you,” I handed her the massage bar and the chocolate box, working hard not to sound too excited, or too teenage. I looked her over, noticing her robe concealed less than half the length of her thighs. It opened slightly to reveal even more smooth flesh, before the fabric covered the epicenter of my lust.\n“Yummy! So, which one do I get to rub all over you?” she asked, quickly adding, “Just kidding, come in.”\nShe led me to her large, bright living room. In the center was a solid table on which she had placed a few foam pads and a layer of soft sheets. Next to the improvised massage table, she had placed a sideboard with a number of bottles and boxes. She went over and placed the chocolate massage bar with the others. She then turned toward the kitchen with her chocolate box.\n“That’s for later, I hope you will stay after the massage and share it with me.”\nOf course I caught very little of what she said because my attention was fully occupied by the expanse of very white, very inviting bosom revealed by her robe.\n“Would you like a drink?” she asked standing in front of the windows. She pulled the drapes shut, which was a pity because the natural light pouring into the room was very relaxing.\n“Sure, if you are having something, something light, though.” I said as she closed all the curtains and began to light small candles around the room.\n“I love a little wheat grass smoothie in the afternoons. Does that sound good?” “Sounds great,” I replied, having no idea what wheat grass was, let alone of I liked its taste at any time of the day. The candles filled the room with the soft scent of the ocean and a dancing, playful light.\n“I’ll go get the drinks, and you can get yourself comfortable up here,” she indicated the table, “and you probably want to removed your shirt, and I’ll leave it up to you if you want to shed the shorts as well.” She walked out leaving him standing with his mouth agape.\nShe popped her head back in to say, “It’s a lot more relaxing with nothing on, though.”\nI stood by the table for a bit, deciding between the safety of the shorts and the wild, free behavior she was recommending. I stripped off my T-shirt, looked down and noticed that my member was already rising from the thought of having her hands on his naked back.\n“What the hell!” I thought, “I’ll be on my front, so she won’t see my erection. Besides, if it is as relaxing as she claims, this will probably go down in no time. And I am sure she will leave the room again at the end I can pull my shorts on again without her seeing my dick.”\nI pulled my shorts off, and was about to ease my boxers over my erect cock when I heard her coming back so I jumped onto the table, groaning as I pressed down on my still-clothed hard-on.\nShe came and stood beside me and placed the drink next to my head on the sideboard. I turned my head toward her. My eyes were level with her scrumptious white thighs. I longed to lift her robe to see where her legs met. I moaned inwardly as my dick twitched in response to the thought of her possibly naked crotch under that robe. I tried to focus on the delicate fragrances of the candles. She walked over to the side of the room and soft, piano music drifted across to me.\n“I am going to start with your neck and shoulders and then your lower back. Most men are very tight around their necks, and at our age, the lower back starts feeling the strain of everything we have ever lifted,” her voice was soft and soothing.\n‘First some sandalwood fragranced oil for your shoulders,” and I felt a warm, sensual fluid run down my shoulder blades to my spine. She moved so that she was standing by my head. I felt her hands on my shoulders and immediately stiffened.\n“I promise not to hurt you, just try to relax. Think about the ocean, the waves, the surf,” and it worked until I pictured her in the surf, wearing a tiny green bikini, her boobs bouncing as she ran toward me, her legs firm and ready to wrap around me …so much for relaxing.\nI focused on her hands, moving up and down my shoulders, and her fingers pressing against the bottom of my neck. She stretched over my head and pushed down gently with her fingertips and relaxed the ropes of muscles I did not know I had in my neck. She then rubbed the sweet oil in small circles on my shoulders.\n“So hard, the muscles here, baby, you really need to ease up here.” Of course she had no idea where I was really hard.\nI moved my head so that I could look at her legs as she stood in front of my head. I could see the robe rise as she stretched to reach below my shoulders. With every move I could see a hint of darkness where I imagined her pussy was waiting for me. While I could not see it yet, I could just distinguish her sweet secretions amid the sandalwood oil and the candles. Her pussy had a distinctly feminine odor that tickled my olfactory senses and sent involuntary messages to my cock, making it jerk painfully against the table. I wanted to reach around her lovely wide ass and squeeze each of her butt cheeks below the robe, but I remembered that scene in ‘Friends’ where Rachael’s Italian boyfriend Paolo does that to Phoebe and how he was universally condemned as being a perv. I kept my hands to myself.\nShe straightened up to pour some more oil on her hands and the reached for my lower back, running her hands up and down my spine from my neck to where my boxers began. The feeling was intense and I moaned.\n“You like that?” she whispered.\n“Yes.” I admitted turning my head toward her crotch again. This time every time she reached down to my lower back, her robe separated over her creamy thighs revealing her glistening pussy lips. They were shaded by a shock of fine red hair. As she reached over my head, she brought her juiciness close to my face and I could almost smell her fluids as they formed a shining sheen on her exposed lips. I saw that a fine line of pubic hair ran down each side of her slit. I wanted to run my tongue between those lips, find the source of this narcotic perfume she was wafting in my direction.\nJenny’s hands were moving now with greater force and every now and then a finger would establish itself below the waistband of my boxers. Finally, she moved positions so that she was next to me.\n‘I think that’s enough for your back, now I go lower.” Lower! I thought. She ran some more massage oil onto her hands and started on my legs. Oh, that kind of lower.\nShe started massaging my calves and moaned, “such well formed legs!”\n“I ride my bike everywhere.”\n“So muscular here …and here,” she exclaimed, moving her hands up to my thighs, her fingers pressed my inner thighs and the touch of her hands so close to my balls made me open my legs slightly. I had no idea how much was visible from underneath my boxers. I could feel her hands sliding upwards, still massaging the sensual oil into my muscles with slow circular motions. Her fingertips were now digging deeper into my flesh forcing me to clench my teeth and moan.\n“I thought you did not like being massaged?” she asked.\n“I have never been massaged like this,” I replied honestly. My cock was rock- hard against the table and I knew I would have to relieve it soon.\nShe was now bending down further and I could feel the front of her breasts through her robe on the backs of my legs. She moved her hands so that they were probing slowly inside my boxers. I opened my legs further as I felt her warm breath on the backs of my thighs. I started moving involuntarily, so that her hands reached my ass. She massaged them under my boxers so that my cheeks spread apart. She must have been able to see my scrotum from where she was standing, but she never stopped pressing her oily fingertips into my ass. I could feel her breathing become faster.\nShe withdrew her hands from my boxers and said, “Turn around, I should also massage your chest and shoulders.”\nI knew I was only there for a backrub. I was also a little hesitant to show her the effect she was having on my cock. I knew that I was not only hard but I had leaked a gallon into the front of my shorts.\nShe moved so that she was now sitting on the table. I could feel her knees press against my legs. She lowered her head next to mine and whispered into my ear.\n“Come on, baby, turn around so I can work your whole body.” I could feel her weighty boobs pressed against my back. That broke my resistance and I turned around, erection nearly bursting out of the slit in my boxers. The blue and white striped fabric was distinctly darker where the tip of my cock was.\nJenny pretended to ignore my obvious erection. Instead she moved so that she was sitting between my legs. The movement had caused her robe to open even more and I saw her boobs nearly pour out. She reached up, exposing her thighs and a brief flash of dark pubes. She picked up a new bottle with a softer aroma and poured some of the oil directly onto my chest. Jenny then leaned forward to begin massaging my chest.\n“Hmmm …I like hairy chests,” she moaned. I was too busy staring at hers. I could now see her boobs swaying under her robe as she moved both her hands in circles around my chest. I lifted my head slightly, making my abs taut. She ran her fingers on them, sticking the tip of her tongue out. I saw pink nipples on the tip of each breast as the robe was held together only at her waist.\nShe pushed me back with both hands, “Lie back, baby, let me work you.”\nI lay back, still staring at her nipples as they danced inches above my skin, separated only by a thin, and now very open, robe. Jenny followed my gaze to her tits, but made no effort to close her robe. Instead she sat back on her feet and looked at me with a smile.\n“You like what I am doing? You like this kind of massage, don’t you?” she asked and I could only nod. She spread her knees forcing my legs apart so that my balls were visible to her through the legs of my shorts. I could see her pussy now clearly. Her pink lips were shining now with a clear fluid.\n“You’ll like this even better,” she said, opening her robe completely and leaning forward so that her heavy, naked, pink tipped boobs rubbed against my belly. She then moved forward so that the nipples ran lines through my chest hair. My skin was still oily, allowing for smooth gliding of tit against skin. I moaned loudly as her luscious white globes picked up the oil from my skin. My cock jerked drawing her attention. She lowered her body so that her deliciously suckable tits rubbed against my cock, separated only by the soaked fabric of my boxers.\nShe kept moving up and down my body, forcing her boobs against my sensitive cock. I could hardly stand it when she opened her warm mouth around my covered cock. She sucked some of the juices from my shorts.\n“Mmmmm …I think you have been enjoying yourself without telling me, you naughty boy.” And with that she rubbed her face all over the front of my wet shorts. Finally, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and lifted the sticky boxers over my exposed head.\nShe then started moving forwards and backward again, this time rubbing my sensitive helmet between her oily tits. Seeing my pink head lost in that deep cleavage was nearly enough to make me spew onto her boobs right there.\n“I think I still need to relax this one muscle,” she said grabbing hold of my cock at the base and licking the very tip of the head. She then raised her mouth so I could see a long stand of precum form between her lips and my cock. She then bent down and licked the underside of the head, running her tongue down the hard shaft down to my balls. She tongued my cock up and down until my head was completely exposed and ready for her mouth. She opened her warm mouth and took me in half way, sucking and licking me. I could feel the never-ending movement of her tongue lapping on my mushroom head as she sucked it deeper.\n“Oh Jenny, that feels so great …your warm mouth!” I managed as she started bobbing her head up and down in a maddening rhythm. The sight of her red hair flying as she sucked me made my dick throb deep in her wet mouth.\nShe must have known I was going to come soon because she slowly let me out of her lips. She sat up and straddled my slippery body. The robe was open under her waist and I now had a perfect view of her wide-open cunt. She held the lips aside for me as she brought her hips to my face. I instinctively stuck my tongue out and licked her between her open labia.\n“Lick me deeper, baby, lick my wet pussy,” she instructed. I grabbed her round, firm ass globes and pressed my face further into her aromatic center. My nose was ground into her as I delved deeper into her heavenly cunt. Her juices started running out of her onto my chin and neck as I licked her in circular laps around her pussy. She readjusted her position so that my tongue touched her right above her slit. \n“Ooooooh, there!” she moaned, “my clit is so sensitive, baby, be careful, or I may come on your sweet face.”\nI licked her clit first with the tip, and then whipped it with broad strokes, of my tongue. She clenched her thighs, pressing my face between them.\n“Oh baby, suck it! I can feel you making me come, baby, suck my clit, suck it hard, suck it NOW, suck me!!” so I did.\n“I can feel your soft face against my pussy, your mouth, your lovely lips …ooooh” and I felt her pussy expand in the pink, soft portion between the clit and her peehole. She screamed as juices gushed out of her hole into my mouth and I hungrily lapped them up. She scooted back on her ass so that my cock was pressed deep in her crack. She sat up and held my fully engorged cock in her hands, and squatted down directly on the head.\n‘Come inside me, baby, fuck me now,” She moaned as I pushed inside past her wet pussy walls, “this is what I wanted, oh god, what are you doing to me?”\nI wasn’t doing anything. The heat of her recent orgasm and the continued contractions of her pussy were making me throb repeatedly. I knew that I was going to spew my load in seconds. I looked up at her bouncing boobs and licked her pink, puffy nipples. I thrust hard into her, slapping my balls against her ass. I could see her shadow dancing on the walls because of the flickering candles.\n“You are making me come, oh, you are so hot,” I moaned into her swaying tits. She grabbed my face and pressed my head hard into her generous boobs.\n‘Suck them like you sucked my clit, baby, and I will scream again for you.”\nHow could I resist an invitation to suck the objects of my lust for the last few months. They were why I got erect every time I shaved, they were what I had wanted to suck for days now, and here I was sucking them as they heaved up and down, as her pussy coaxed my cum out of may balls. I thrust one more time, deep inside her pussy, feeling her pubes against my belly and my balls on her wide ass.\n“Here it comes, …oh, Jenny, fuck me, I’m coming” I warned, as a huge stream of cream left my balls, ran up the length of my shaft, making my cock expand in her pussy just as it spewed massive gobs of cum deep. The jerking of my cock and the warm fluid filling her hole made Jenny have one last, massive orgasmic contraction that nearly forced my exploding cock out of her. This managed to squeeze one last jet of hot cum out of my exhausted cock.\nJenny collapsed on me, grinding her saliva-drenched tits on my chest. I felt her hard nipples against me. She kept my shrinking cock in her as long as possible and then eased it out with one hand.\n“Now you are finally completely relaxed,” she whispered into my ear. I fondled the expanse of soft flesh on her ass and lay there with a contented smile on my face.\n“I think I could get used to these massages.”" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nIn the midst of a freezing Minnesota winter, Owen finds himself seeking refuge in a hotel. After checking in and receiving warm cookies from Sloane, the beautiful Asian-American woman at the front desk, Owen settles into his room for some much-needed rest. However, he awakens to find himself stiff and uncomfortable with only one flat pillow. Desperate for relief, he calls the concierge and requests an extra pillow.\n\nTo his surprise, Sloane arrives at his door with not just one pillow but two. The atmosphere becomes charged as Sloane's nervousness is palpable. Sensing the mutual desire between them, she takes control of the situation and leads Owen to a recliner near the window.\n\nWith her shirt unbuttoned and skirt discarded on the floor, Sloane reveals her lacy undergarments that accentuate her athletic figure. Kneeling before him on a pillow, she wastes no time in pleasuring him with her mouth.\n\nAs Owen succumbs to overwhelming pleasure and releases himself into Sloane's eager mouth, she too experiences an intense orgasm that leaves her trembling with pleasure.\n\nThe next day holds promises of even more passion as Sloane hints at wanting to take charge in the bedroom. Explore their fiery connection as they indulge in various sexual acts such as oral sex, passionate lovemaking, role-play scenarios involving dominance and submission.\n\nTags: erotic romance, winter seduction, hotel encounter, oral sex, dominant female/submissive male dynamics" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was just about sundown when I pulled into the side lot of the hotel. I sat in the car, soaking up the last remaining moments of heat before shutting off the engine. I was tired, hungry, and frozen to the bone. Trekking through abandoned houses to evaluate their suitability for rehab isn't the most glamorous assignment to begin with. But doing it in the thick of a Minnesota winter only multiplied the misery. Abandoned means no electricity, which means no heat, which means those fuckers are colder inside than out. There are no socks warm enough, no gloves thick enough, and no coat heavy enough to keep that kind of cold out. The only upside is the mold has no spores and the dead mice don't smell.\nI slung my overnight bag over my shoulder and headed around toward the entrance. There's a particular sound winter makes. Wind, muffled by the snow, punctuated by the crunching of the powder beneath one's boots. After nine hours I was sick of it. All I wanted was a hot coffee, a warm shower, and a nap. I picked up the pace, slipping in through the sliding doors out of the bluster into the shelter of the lobby.\nThe room was sparse, but comfortable. Low pile carpet. Tables and chairs. A plate of chocolate chip cookies near a newspaper on a stand. Two televisions streaming ESPN and CNN on mute. The bar was a nice touch. I scanned the whiskey labels and made a mental note to return later for a shot. Shivering I stepped up to the counter, peeling off gloves and searching my pockets for my wallet. It never seemed to be in the pocket I left it in.\n\"Tough day?\" The voice was soft. Empathetic. I chuckled.\n\"That obvious, huh.\"\n\"Well, the cookies are fresh from the microwave. Still warm.\"\nFinding the wallet I finally looked up. Behind the desk stood a beautiful Asian-American woman, probably in her late 20s, long black hair looped into a messy bun pinned with a pencil. Her fingers floated above her keyboard, waiting. She smiled.\n\"Checking in,\" she asked.\nIt suddenly occurred to me I had been standing and gazing, but saying nothing for who knows how long. Dammit. I flicked my license from my wallet and snapped it onto the counter.\n\"Yes,\" I replied. \"Sorry, just...spaced out for a second.\"\nShe laughed, keying in my information. \"January will do that to you here.\"\nI took one more glance before turning away, feigning interest in the televisions. She was slim with smaller breasts, which nonetheless strained the buttons of her checkered collared shirt. The taper of her blazer revealed the flare of her hips, blue skirt terminating just above her knee. She was probably an athlete - or had been in college. Maybe soccer. Or track. I shook my head, cursing myself for staring. Like I'd never seen a pretty woman before.\n\"You're all set, Owen,\" she said.\nI turned back. She handed me my license and the room keys. \"We have you staying for two nights in room 504. The WiFi password is on the back of the key envelope. Breakfast is served behind the bar there from 5:30 to 9:30. And if you need anything just dial 0. My name is Sloane and I'll be here until 11:00. Welcome to St. Cloud.\"\nHer name surprised me. \"Thank you...Sloane,\" I offered, backing away.\nShe smiled again. Pointed past me. \"Take a cookie.\"\nI nodded, scooping up a pair. She was right, they were still warm.\nI slipped all the cards into my pocket and headed for the elevator. As I rounded the corner I glanced back over my shoulder toward the desk. She was gone. I shrugged. The cookies disappeared before the car doors opened.\nThe next several hours were a blur. I remembered the coffee and the scalding shower. But nothing else, until I opened my eyes to find the clock on the night table flipped on it's side, the display reading 10:42. Took me a minute to realize I was the one on my side, not the clock.\nI eased myself up in bed. Checked the clock again. If I booked it I could probably make it to the Burger King I'd passed on my way in. But that meant I'd have to go back outside. In the snow. And the cold. How hungry was I really?\nI turned toward the window, immediately wincing. My neck was stiff and tight. I pinched the muscles between my fingers, looking down at the bed. The pillows were too flat. Rising slowly, I checked the cabinet for an extra one, but found nothing. I plucked one off the bed and folded it in half. Too high. I sighed, resigned to an uncomfortable night's sleep. Then, something clicked. I picked up the phone. Dialed 0. The voice on the other end was familiar.\n\"Concierge, how can I help you?\"\n\"Hi,\" I replied, \"this is Owen in 504. Is there any chance I would be able to get an extra pillow?\"\n\"Of course. I'll have someone bring it right up.\"\nI hung up the phone and sat quietly for a moment, massaging my neck. I was interrupted by a growl in my stomach. Maybe I had left a chocolate bar or something in my bag. I rummaged through the contents, fortunate to stumble across a half-flattened Snickers bar at the bottom. As I tore into the wrapper there was a soft knock at the door. I hauled on a tee-shirt to go with my gym shorts and headed toward it. Expecting one of the housekeepers I swung the door open, raising the bar to my lips to take a bite.\nIn the hallway stood Sloane, her hair freed from the bun, her blazer absent, shirt untucked, two pillows cradled against her chest. I froze.\n\"Hi,\" she said, her voice low. She seemed...nervous.\nI turned quickly and flipped the chocolate bar onto the microwave stand. \"Hi,\" I replied, pretending I hadn't just done that.\n\"I was about to clock out, so, I figured I'd...bring them up myself.\"\n\"Thank you.\" I smiled, glancing down at the pillows. \"One would have been good enough.\"\n\"Yeah, well, um...,\" she gripped them in her fingers, \"...the other one is for me.\"\nShe glanced over her shoulder down the empty hall, then stepped toward me. Stunned, I stepped aside. The door clicked shut behind her.\nShe pressed the pillows between us, her breath hot on my neck. I opened my mouth to speak but was met with an index finger across my lips and a subtle shake of her curls. The scent of lemon and sugar shampoo clouded my nostrils. My heart pounded. Blood rushed through my ears. My cock stirred.\nHer finger slipped down my chin...my neck...becoming a hand on the center of my chest. She pushed. Gently. Easing me backward. Across the room. Into the recliner at the corner of the window. She stood over me. Hips cocked casually to one side, head tipped to the other. Her smile so inviting. So devious. I shifted in the chair, trying to hide my erection. It was useless.\nShe tossed one pillow onto the bed. The other on the floor between my feet. Her eyes locked with mine, she twisted the buttons of her shirt between her fingers, freeing them from their eyelets one at a time, top to bottom. She rolled her shoulders back and shrugged. The shirt fell to the floor. She slipped her thumbs between her hips and the waist of her skirt, tugging the fabric down over her ass until it crumpled around her feet.\nShe stood before me, goosebumps forming on her skin. One hand fingering the clasp of the white lace bra between her breasts. The other tracing it's way over the blue lace panties and between her legs.\nWatching me she knelt on the pillow - first one knee, then the other, steadying herself with her hands on my thighs. She leaned in. Slipped forward, her fingers grasping my waistband. I eased up off the chair. She tugged the shorts down and out of her way, snapping my cock back to slap against my abdomen. She admired it, the shaft jumping with every pulse. Was she waiting for me? Should I...do something?\nAgain I tried to speak. But before I could breathe her right hand moved. Up, over my thigh. Her fingers curled around my cock. Gently squeezing. A wave of pleasure shot through my core. Her nose touched the tip of my glans. The warmth of her tongue pressed against my balls. My legs stiffened. Loosening her grip she grazed her lips along, up the thickness of the shaft, ending with a kiss on the head of my dick. I could not believe how hard I was. My cock strained toward her. She did it again, this time with her tongue instead. A drop of pre-cum clung to her lip. I sighed, my fingers gripping the arms of the chair. She went down one more time, her saliva coating my balls and shaft. When she reached the head she formed her lips, pulled my cock toward her and slipped it into her mouth.\nHer lips were soft and slick, her cheeks warm, her tongue...magic. The heat of her mouth enveloped me, sucking me in, drawing me out. Her tongue cupped and rolled, swirled and massaged, her fingers digging into my skin. I pressed back against the chair, pushing my hips toward her. She took me a little deeper. Never slowing. Pressure constant.\nI looked down, watching her work. She paused, looked up, lips sealed around my cock. Her free hand left my thigh, found my fingers gripping the armrest. She lifted my hand, placing it lightly on the back of her head. My breath bit my lungs. She released my hand. Nodded slowly. I steadied myself, drew a deep breath, and, ever so slightly, pushed. She exhaled. Her eyes closed. And her lips slipped down my cock until it touched the back of her throat. It wouldn't be long now.\nHer fingers wandered...down...between her thighs, gliding over the slick heat of her pussy. She groaned, curving her hand, sinking fingers between her lips. Her ass squirmed against her feet, the sound of her wetness breaking over my ears. My hips thrust off the chair, working my cock down her throat, bumping her nose against my abdomen. With both hands now I guided her head, clutching fistfuls of black curls, pulling, pushing. Her mouth welcomed me. I never wanted to leave.\nMy pleasure overtook me. Starting at the core, radiating out, racing up toward the finish. One last thrust to the root of her velvet tongue. My muscles contracted, holding me in as deep as she could take. My cock strained...shivered...and finally erupted, pumping stream after pulsing stream of hot, thick cum into her suckling mouth and down her throat.\nA delighted squeal escaped her at the splash of the first shot. Her ass shuddered, thighs rippled, goosebumps betraying her own orgasm. She swallowed again and again, until my fingers released her hair and my hips sank back into the chair.\nShe pulled back slowly, never breaking the seal until her lips slipped over the head of my cock, not a single strand of semen left behind. She lifted her eyes, then her head. Her chest flush, breasts heaving, breath ragged. I relaxed my fists, draping her hair over my thighs. She tasted herself on the tips of her fingers. Wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. I could barely believe my eyes.\nShe watched me as she eased to her feet. Bending at the waist she slipped on her panties - translucent from soaking in her own cum - followed carefully by her skirt. Her fingers trembled so much it took a minute for her to button her shirt. She ran her fingers through her hair, flipping it first left, then right until she was satisfied with the look. She stepped closer, between my legs, until the hem of her skirt brushed my still pulsing cock. She leaned in, pressed her lips against my ear.\n\"Tomorrow night,\" she whispered, \"I get the chair.\"\nShe made her way to the door. Twisting the latch, she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes reviewing me head to toe. That smile creased her lips again. She smacked a hand against her ass. Disappeared out the door.\nI slouched in the chair, gathering myself. My breathing slowed. But my dick remained hard. The thought of her in the chair. My tongue on her clit. My cock squeezed deep in her pussy. I willed myself up, stepping into my shorts. I looked around for my phone, finally finding it on the microwave stand next to the candy bar. Mouth full of chocolate I dialed the number to my office. Four rings later the voicemail picked up. I transferred myself to the project manager.\n\"Hey Dan,\" I muttered, doing my best to sound tired, \"it's Owen. Listen, this project isn't going as smoothly as we'd hoped. I think I'm going to need a couple extra days.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the boundaries of pleasure and trust in a consensual BDSM encounter. Write a steamy scene where Tori, a submissive woman, indulges in her fantasies with her dominant lover, Dan. Incorporate elements of voyeurism, restraint, oral sex, multiple partners, and sensory deprivation.\n\nTags: BDSM, dominance/submission, consensual restraint, voyeurism, oral sex\n\n---\n\nWriting Prompt: In this erotic tale titled \"_YOU'VE GOT MAIL_\", explore the intense desires and sexual chemistry between Tori and Dan as they embark on an adventurous journey together. Craft a scene where Tori surrenders herself to Dan's dominant nature while being restrained and blindfolded. Allow their connection to deepen through the exploration of new sensations and the introduction of another partner into their passionate encounter.\n\nTags: BDSM, dominance/submission, consensual restraint, sensory deprivation, multiple partners" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_\"YOU'VE GOT MAIL\"_\nI can't help it; my heart always kind of skips a beat when I read that. I always wonder, \"Is it him?\" Very seldom, it is. He doesn't like to put anything down that might be seen by my husband. He's smart.\nI'm not, I guess. I write him volumes sometimes, telling him how much I miss him, and describing in graphic detail what I think about him doing to me. He tells me to put more energy into writing stories about what we've already done. I think he likes reading them after the fact, and experiencing them through a stranger's eyes. It's voyeurism, in a way; right? That's okay. I like being watched.........by him, and by others. He knows that.\n\n8:00 A.M.\nI was on the phone as soon as Gary left the house. \"He'll be gone for hours,\" I whispered, when he picked up at his end.\n\"Then, get your skinny ass over here,\" he growled, \"and let me take you to heaven.\" He hung up. I hung on for a few more seconds, listening to the sound of empty air and daydreaming. My hand slipped under my nightie and between my legs, my fingers absentmindedly seeking. Past the furry tuft of my mound and down, slipping easily between my moist labia, my middle finger curled and dipped inside. I was wet; I always got wet, instantly, when Dan talked to me that way.\nI lay back in bed, the phone forgotten, as I began to stroke my pussy slowly. I imagined him, lying in his own bed. I wondered if he was as hard as I was wet, and my finger moved faster. With my other hand, I tossed the sheets toward my feet and spread myself wide, allowing the fingers of my right hand to explore deeper; more urgently. Soon I could hear the sounds of my own wetness. My pelvis began to move, grinding into the sheet below, and my breathing could be heard across the room.\nWhen I came, I came hard, as I always do, imagining him. My back arched and my head swam, lost in blurry visions of lust and carnal pleasure, and I squealed my pleasure aloud. Then I noticed an intermittent buzzing in my ears.\n\"Oh, shit!\" I grunted, and began searching for the phone I'd dropped. I found it, twisted in the sheets I'd thrown off the end of the bed, and replaced it in its cradle. \"Too bad he didn't get to hear me,\" I pouted. He'd like that!\nI was at his place in about 25 minutes. Dressed in shorts and a camisole top, I made it easy for him to get me naked. After our first kiss, my sneakers were scattered just inside the door, my top on the floor halfway to the bedroom. My shorts he hung on the doorknob, just before he pushed me onto the bed.\nI lay back, my arms outstretched, and watched him undress. He's 32 years my senior, but I never tire of looking at his body. He feels the same way about me. His eyes were on me steadily as he pulled his pants off his legs, and I spread my own legs widely, showing off my pussy.\n\"Is that for me?\" he teased, and I laughed. \"Is that for ME?\" I retorted, indicating his cock, which was now swinging free. It was half-hard, and stiffening quickly.\nMy father-in-law's cock is a beautiful thing. Emerging from a bushy growth of salt-and-pepper pubic hair, it curves slightly to his right. When fully erect, the head is broad and flat, like a poisonous snake. The shaft is thick and veiny, and long enough to touch the places in me that need to be touched. I love to feel it in my mouth, the head sliding alongside my uvula as I try to deep-throat him. Lately, I've gotten very good at it.\nDan finished removing his socks and shirt and climbed up onto the bed, his legs on either side of me. He moved up and over me until my shoulders were pinned under his knees, then laughed as he leaned forward, watching my eyes.\n\"Whatcha gonna do now, little girl?\" he teased, dangling his cock over me. I opened my mouth and let him slide it across my lips, back and forth. I tried to catch it with my tongue as it passed over me, and he laughed again. \"Oh, hell, Tori,\" he said, laughing. \"I can't wait all day!\"\nWith that, he plunged into my waiting mouth, and I gladly enveloped his heat.\n\nLater, I lay snoozing on his bed, my body all relaxed and tingly. I felt him get up.\n\"Where ya going?\" I asked sleepily, and he leaned over me and planted a kiss on my lips. I felt his tongue on my lip, and opened my mouth. We kissed for a long moment, and I felt my head spin, as always. Then he pulled away.\n\"Got a surprise for you,\" he said. \"Stay there.\"\nI dozed as the smell of coffee wafted through the room, and waited for my surprise, fully expecting to be served a late breakfast in bed. When I felt his hand on my ankles, though, I woke to see him slipping a loop of soft rope around one.\n\"What are you...\" I asked, and he shushed me with a finger to his lips. He pulled that ankle under the other, and secured the rope to the opposite side of the footboard.\n\"Go with me on this,\" he said softly, and I waited, intrigued, as he looped the other ankle, even raising my foot for him. He smiled and told me to roll over, then pulled my other leg toward that side of the footboard.\n\"Shouldn't I be screaming or something?\" I joked, looking over my shoulder at him. I held my arm out obediently as he came around the bed, chuckling. He looped my wrist and pulled my arm out, hard.\n\"Oh, you'll be screaming, I expect,\" he said, mysteriously.\nIt felt weird, being tied up in his brightly lit studio apartment in the middle of the morning. Traffic was going by just outside, and I could faintly hear the ocean as he secured my other wrist. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable. We'd never done this before, and Dan was strangely silent as he worked. \"Honey?\" I asked, feeling very vulnerable. I was totally nude, and spread out to the world on his bed. I had the nagging thought that he might want to show me off to someone! My pussy contracted involuntarily at the thought, and my hips rocked against the sheets. I spoke his name, questioningly. He didn't answer; just left the room. He returned within a minute, and my world went black as he slipped a silky black hood over my head.\n\"Dan!\" I was really nervous now, as I felt him tightening drawstrings around my neck. I took a deep breath. There was a hole where my mouth was and I could breathe, but the feeling was suffocating, nonetheless.\nThen I felt his hands on me, sliding up from my waist to under my arms, and he cupped a breast in each hand. I relaxed, enjoying his touch, and felt my nipples stiffen under his expert manipulations.\n\"God, I love your body,\" he breathed, and climbed onto the bed, straddling the backs of my legs. I could feel his cock resting on my ass, and the heat was exciting. I moved beneath him, loving the way his weight pressed my clit against the sheets. His hands moved up and down my back, massaging away my trepidation.\n\"Tori,\" he said, softly. \"Do you trust me?\" I did, and murmured my agreement.\n\"Relax, then. Enjoy the experience. We talked about this once. This is the next big step.\"\nMy mind began to go over past conversations with him, as his hands brought pleasure to my body. From shoulders and neck on down, he stroked and kissed me, slowly and methodically moving down the path of my spine. His hands pushed my thighs apart, and his lips trailed across my ass, kissing each cheek lovingly. I was delirious with pleasure as he neared my pussy. His lips teased me briefly, bringing my body quickly toward its peak. When he stretched forward and retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed, all I could do was moan, anticipating his next move. He then pulled the pillow under my hips. I suddenly couldn't think anymore, and when my body allowed him entrance, all I knew was the pleasure of his cock inside me.\nFor the longest time, he held motionless inside me. Then he began to stroke, ever-so-slowly, in and out, his hands kneading the skin of my hips and waist, until my body was humming with desire for him. I begged him to fuck me harder.\nHe laughed, softly. His instructions were short and concise. \"Remember,\" he said. \"relax and enjoy.\"\nEnjoy I did, though his pace was maddening. I clenched his cock with my pussy, hoping to draw him into moving into me faster, but he stopped each time, and it only frustrated me more. My cloaked head thrashed back and forth against the sheets, and I could hear his chuckling above me. I wanted the rush of release, so badly, and it was driving me crazy, knowing he could control me so well.\nFinally, I felt him move into a regular rhythm. I strained toward my climax, and suddenly he was gone. He pulled quickly out and, without a word, climbed off the bed, leaving me vacant and clenching at empty air.\n\"Dan!\" I screamed, frustrated and suddenly angry. This was the worst form of torture I could comprehend. No answer. Then, his voice, softly, at my ear. I strained to hear. \" \"God, you're so sexy,\" he said, breathily. My body tensed, waiting, my every nerve on high alert.\nI felt him on the end of the bed again, and then his body was against mine. His hands slid up my sides and grasped my shoulders tightly. They didn't feel as warm as before, and they held me like a vise. And then he was inside me. I began to move again, urging him to move with me.\nHis cock felt different, somehow. It touched places he hadn't before. He was also now wearing a condom. But Dan's voice was just above and behind me, exciting me as he fucked me, telling me how hot I was; how sexy. I could barely hear him, concentrating on reaching that peak before he stopped me again. My pussy swallowed his cock to the base, and I felt the tingles begin again. Oh, god! So close.........\nHe began to move faster, and my orgasm built. I groaned, \"Yes!\" over and over again. His grip on my shoulders tightened, and I felt him really lean into me. His voice grew raspy as he urged me on, saying, \"That's it, Tori. Cum for us, baby! Do it.\"\nSuddenly, I was there. I strained upward, my back arching. \"Oooooh, god!\" I yelled. I yanked at my bound hands, wanting to support myself, but I could only drop my head onto the bed and moan, as it rolled over me. My whole body was alive; a network of twisted nerve endings, all transmitting pleasure from my pussy. I thrashed beneath him, my restraints serving only to torment me. The hood over my head isolated and exaggerated my pleasure, magnifying the sensations.\nDan rode my orgasm out, moving very little as it subsided, then beginning his slow thrusting torture again, once my body had calmed. I was still very excited, my nerve endings still on fire for him. I began to climb toward a second climax almost immediately. Then I felt the hands on either side of my face, turning me to face forward.\n\"Dan?\" I asked, wondering who the second set of hands belonged to. They held me tightly, forcing me to face the head of the bed as a cock........a very familiar cock, found its way through the hole in my hood and teased my lips. I opened my mouth to ask, \"Dan? What the.......mmpppfffhhhh!\" Suddenly my mouth was filled with my favorite veiny piece of meat, and as I sucked Dan's dick, I was left to wonder who was pummeling away so delightfully at my pussy.\nI came again, with Dan's cock in my throat; and then once more, when the stranger behind me finally stiffened, and I could feel the flexing of his scrotum as he filled the condom with his seed. I was alive with pleasure. Two lovers were using me as their personal fuck-doll, and all I could do was enjoy. They switched, then, and I sucked the slimy coating off the stranger's dick as Dan had his turn at my well-lubricated pussy. I came yet again, thrashing uselessly against my bonds as the pleasure drove me lustily insane. He came shortly after, filling my pussy. Then they were both gone, and I collapsed onto the bed, where I fell asleep.\n\"Tori?\" His voice wafted into my consciousness as I felt his hands at my neck, loosening the drawstrings of my hood. I looked gratefully up at his face as he drew the hood away, and smiled. \"I don't guess that was just a nice dream,\" I asked, and he laughed softly.\n\"Well, I'd hoped you would enjoy it,\" he told me, as he freed my hands, one at a time. He bent to kiss me, and I pulled him to me, kissing him deeply.\n\"Dan,\" I breathed, \"I more than enjoyed it. You gave me what a lot of girls only dream of. I don't know how to thank you.\" I kissed him again, feeling the slimy issue leaking from between my thighs. I was hornier than ever, feeling that.\n\"Untie my legs,\" I breathed, \"and I'll let you do me again.\" I thought it sounded sexy, but he laughed. He rose from the bed, came around me, and swatted my right ass cheek, then my left. It burned deliciously.\n\"Or,\" he said wickedly, as he climbed between my legs, \"I'll just take you at my leisure.\" He untied my ankles, though, before looping his arm around my waist and pulling me up onto my knees. He stuffed another pillow under my hips.\n\"Oh, god,\" I sighed, anticipating the feel of his dick inside me again, and dropped my head onto the mattress. My need for him was overpowering, and when he entered me, my senses reeled. He fucked me slowly at first, prolonging both our pleasures, until the need became too great. Then, his hands went to my shoulders, and he held me tightly as he slammed into me. Just like the stranger earlier, I realized, and my lust drove me over the edge. I'm such a slut, sometimes......\nDan felt my orgasm, and thrust even harder, escalating my climax as he reached for his own. When he let go inside me, I literally screamed.\nLater, he said to me, \"You'd better get home, you know.\" I moaned, lost in the half-world between sleep and lust, not wanting to leave him. He chuckled. \"Come on,\" he said, taking my hand as he rose from the bed. \"You need a shower before you see my son, and I could use some good clean sex!\"\nThat got me moving..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: Explore the steamy encounter between an older man and a young, innocent convenience store worker named Tiffany. Incorporate elements such as their flirtatious interactions, Tiffany's virginity, her desire for sexual pleasure, and the older man's expertise in pleasing her. Include scenes of intimate exploration like showering together, oral sex coaching, and mutual satisfaction. Use tags such as age gap, virginity loss, oral sex, shower play, and sensual exploration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like lots of \"old farts\" I have routines and am pretty set in my ways. One such routine for me is to get up, do the three S's and go buy a newspaper and coffee at a local convenience store. Their service and coffee are good and sometimes I break down and buy a \"sticky bun\". They actually bake them on site and they are good. Another reason to go there is Tiffany.\nTiffany looks to be about 16 but I know that she is at least 21 because I've seen her ring up beer. She has absolutely beautiful curly auburn hair and gray- green eyes. Her skin is pale for Florida but what I can see is flawless. (I guess she's not one of our many local nudists.) If she wears any make-up I can't see it. Her body is a little thick which contributes to that younger look. It looks like \"baby fat\". Her tits are smallish but one day I saw her come out of the cooler and her nipples were pretty puffy. I could imagine what they might look like.\nLots of people, men and woman, comment on her hair, as have I. She always seems to have a ready welcoming smile. I usually address her as 'dear', 'hon', or 'doll'. The last makes her blush a little. I like to flirt and at my age that is really all it is. One day I told her that she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I meant it. Her white skin turned crimson as she thanked me. When she handed me my change her hand lingered a little. As I walked to the car I thought \"No fool like an old fool.\"\nOne morning I walked in and was disappointed to not see her at the counter but as I went up an aisle I saw her on her knees stocking a shelf. \"Good morning gorgeous.\" I said. She looked up and reddened.\n\"That's a new one. Why do you call me all those nice names?\" I told her I like to make her blush but that I was just a harmless old guy. Then I added that all were true. She was certainly gorgeous and that any guy who was lucky enough to have her as a girlfriend should be telling her that every day. She looked up at me and said. \"You don't really make me blush. It's more like a flush. I look forward to seeing you in here every morning.\"\n\"Do you know that I have grand kids that are probably older than you?\"\n\"So? I have read that some older men really know how to treat a girl.\" She was done with her stocking and I helped her to her feet. \"See; my boyfriend wouldn't do that. Let me talk to my manager, take my break early and we can go outside and talk. I'll meet you in your car. I know which one it is.\" I paid for my purchases and went to my car, started it, turned the AC on full and waited.\nShe came out in about 5 minutes and I got out and opened the door for her. She looked at me and said, \"That's what I mean.\" I pointed the vents directly at her and watched as her nipples grew. I was trying hard not to stare but she caught me anyway. \"They're too small.\" I assured her that they were perfect to me, as was the rest of her body. Then I pushed and asked what she wanted to talk about.\nShe took a deep breath. \"First of all I'm a virgin.\" I stopped her right there and told her that at my age I probably wasn't the guy to fix that. \"I don't want that fixed. I want to be a virgin until my wedding night. I take care of my boy friend by 'you know' but he won't take care of me! I've heard that older men can be really good at it and I want it badly!\" I acknowledged that at my age I had quite a bit of experience with it and really loved to do it. I added that any guy who didn't was an idiot and I'd be happy to help her out.\n\"Of course I'll take care of you as well if you can still...\" I told her I could but it would take a bit of patience on her part. \"I'll have all night.\" She reached over and squeezed my dick.\nI said, \"Do you enjoy doing it? I don't want you to be uncomfortable at all. I can be down there for you all night. I do actually love it. But when do we start?\"\n\"When you say patience how long do you mean? It sometimes only takes me about a minute to finish off my boyfriend. He is a little stinky so I don't really like it, but I like him and want to please him. My shift is over at 4:00. I'll go home and take a shower and meet you somewhere. I have stocking duty all day and I'll be pretty sweaty by the time I'm done.\" I thought about telling her that I like sweaty pussy but figured that might gross her out. I pulled out the little memo pad that I carry and wrote down my address and phone.\n\"I have yard work to do and maybe you could just come straight there. We could shower together. It's one of my favorite things. We can wash each other's parts. I won't be stinky but it could take you an hour or so to put me over the top. I plan on spending a lot more time pleasing you.\"\n\"Deal\" she said. \"I better get some Chap Stick.\" She said with a giggle. \"I know that neighborhood and I'll be there at 4:10 at the latest.\" She gave me a kiss on the cheek and my cock another squeeze and went back to work.\nShe arrived at 4:05. She looked nervous. \"Are you OK?\" I asked.\n\"A little nervous but ready. Anything I ever did for my boyfriend was spontaneous. We never planned anything. This seems a little weird but I am truly ready.\" I asked, reluctantly if she was ready for a shower. I really could have just dived into that sweet, sweaty, virgin pussy.\n\"No intercourse, right?\" I promised not to fuck her. (I didn't use that word because she seemed so innocent.) She started to pull her shirt up but I stopped her.\n\"Please allow me.\" I said. She dropped her hands and I slowly lifted her shirt over her arms. Her bra was the run of the mill type cotton with maybe a little padding. I reached behind her and released the catch. Nothing moved. Her tits were that firm. I pulled the straps down off her shoulders and her tits were just as I had imagined, they were small, firm, and with smallish but puffy nipples. I told her they were almost as beautiful as her eyes.\n\"My boyfriend has never seen them. He touches them but I've never been naked in front of a man before.\" I didn't comment on her idiot boyfriend but moved my hands down to her waist. I unzipped her fly and unbuttoned the catch.\n\"Are you truly ready for this? I'll stop if you want me to.\"\n\"Please don't!\" I pulled her shorts and panties down at the same time and knelt in front of her to take them off her feet. She had a nice fine fluffy bush of auburn colored hair. Her scent was so strong that I really wanted to just start licking.\n\"Absolutely perfect\" I said. She blushed, or flushed.\n\"Can I undress you now\", she asked. I told her to please do so. She started to unbutton my shirt and looked me in the eyes the entire time she fidgeted with the buttons. I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and she rubbed her hands across my chest. \"I didn't know that guy's nipples reacted like that too.\" She then started to work on my belt. Her hands were shaking a bit and I held them and told her to just relax and let nature take its course. Once the belt was off she unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped my fly. She pulled my shorts down to my ankles and I kicked them off.\nThen she knelt in front of me and pulled my boxers down. She looked at my still flaccid cock and looked up at me, \"Oh my god.\" she said. \"That is huge! My boyfriend likes it when I take him all in but he just fills my mouth. That would have to go all the way down my throat! I don't think I can do that with you. Has anyone ever been able to?\"\nI told her that a few women I knew years ago could but that was not what was important tonight. Tonight was about her. I told her I was surprised when they did get me down and when I asked them how they managed they told me their secrets. \"If you want to ever do this again I'll be glad to coach you in their methods.\"\nI pulled her to her feet and said, \"Let's get in the shower.\" I really would have rather not washed all her scent away but tonight I was there to please her. I turned on the jets and asked if she wanted me to wash her hair first. She said that it took too long to dry and she was in a bit of a hurry. I asked what the hurry was and thought she had said she had all night.\n\"I do. But I'm very anxious to have you please me!\" I kept her head dry but was thorough with the rest of her magnificent young body.\n\"Can I wash you now?\" she asked. I told her that of course she could and she lathered me up and held me close, rubbing her pert tits against my upper stomach. It felt like heaven and I told her so. We rinsed, got out and I grabbed an extra towel from the vanity. We dried each other and I led her to the bed.\n\"You're sure?\" I asked. She nodded her assent. I gently pushed her back so she laid down and then I dropped to my knees between her legs. I started with those cute tits and worked them for quite a while. That brought her to the edge. Next, I slowly moved down with my tongue doing swirls around her navel and then her Mons of Venus. I dropped down further, started at her knees and worked my way slowly up her inner thighs. I rolled her legs up and let my tongue linger a bit around her anus and continued to move up. She was writhing pretty well by then but I took my time. Why rush a good thing? By the time I got to her clit she was really ready and just a few sucks on it put her way over the edge. I had to hold on tight because she was bucking like a rodeo bronco. I had never experienced a woman cuming so hard. I kept it up for about 10 minutes, working that clit with my tongue, lips, and gently with my teeth.\nShe was bathed in sweat and exhausted. I curled up next to her and just held her, telling her how good she tasted and felt.\n\"Isn't it my turn?\" she asked. I told her that whenever she was ready, I was.\nShe asked if she could take a nap first and I said,\" Sure, I'm pretty certain you know what I'd like to wake- up to.\" She smiled and told me I could count on it. We both fell asleep in the spoon position. It was only about 6:00 but I had been up late the night before and I knew she must get up pretty early to take care of all that hair.\nAt 9:00 I woke to an empty bed. 'Nothing like an old fool', I thought. Then I could hear the sound of her tinkling in the bathroom. I pretended to go back to sleep, hoping that she wasn't leaving. I just laid there as I heard the toilet flush and her wash her hands. She came in and took my cock in her mouth. \"This is your wake-up call!\" I turned on a low light and watched her in action. She clearly was not skilled at it but it still felt great. After about 20 minutes I still wasn't really hard and she pulled back and asked.\"Am I doing something wrong?\" I assured her that it felt great but that at my age things just took longer. \"I've only ever sucked one cock and he would have blown by now, let alone not get really hard.\"\nI was surprised to hear her say 'cock'. All of our conversations so far had avoided words like that. \"I told you that it might take patience.\" She got up and went to her purse, pulled out a tube of Chap Stick, and applied it to her lips.\n\"It's OK; I actually enjoy taking your pulse with my tongue.\" She said with a smile. \"After what you just did for me, though, I want to be the best cock- sucker you ever knew! Teach me how to get it all down.\"\nI told her it would actually be easier when she got me a little harder and to use more tongue and not rely so much on just sucking. \"Lick my balls and then work your tongue slowly up my shaft until you get to the head.\" She did so and it felt and looked great. \"Swirl your tongue around the head. There is a little spot on the bottom of the helmet that is the most sensitive. Keep your eyes open and look at me. You'll know from my reaction when your tongue has hit that spot.\" She did it and found it. I told her, \"Beautiful eyes and wonderful tongue. Now just keep doing that over and over, sucking a little at the end of each pass. Just keep it slow.\" After about 4 times she had me hard enough to go to the next step.\n\"Now take me in your mouth without sucking. Sucking constricts your throat. When I touch the back of your throat it may make you gag. Only practice can get you over that.\"\n\"When I do my boyfriend he just reaches that spot and I got over the gagging.\"\n\"Good; but when you get me at that place I'll still have 3 or 4 more inches to feed you. When I'm there stick your tongue out, try and relax your throat, and swallow while you push your head down on me. Keep your eyes open and breathe through your nose. She did it and got almost the whole thing in.\n\"I got close didn't I.\" she said with a smile. \"I'll try again.\" She did and by the fifth try got me all down.\n\"Gotcha; now can I go back to licking and sucking? My throat hurts a bit and I want your cum.\" I told her to go ahead and that I was pretty ready to deliver. It only took her a few more minutes and I blew in her mouth. She looked a little surprised but swallowed it all. \"Wow, you taste good. My boyfriend tastes awful. I always spit his out, brush my teeth, and use mouthwash.\"\n\"It's all about what we eat and drink.\" I told her. \"They say that every man and woman tastes different. I have also learned that diet plays a big part in that. I try and eat a lot of fruit every day. From how sweet your pussy tastes I'd guess that you eat a few of those sticky buns each week. I can even taste the cinnamon. If you really liked my cum there are a few drops left for you.\" I pressed at the base while I milked a bit more out.\nShe licked it clean and sucked a bit more as she repeated what I had just done. \"Yummy\" she said as she looked up at me and smiled. She came up next to me and asked if she could kiss me. I told that of course she could. \"It doesn't bother you with what was just in my mouth?\"\n\"How can a man expect a woman to swallow what he is afraid to taste?\" She moved over and we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each others. She told me her boyfriend wouldn't kiss her after she sucked him and I again resisted the urge to tell her that her boyfriend seemed to be an asshole.\n\"I told you I wanted to be the best cock-sucker you ever knew. How many women have sucked that thing?\"\n\"I didn't keep count but I would guess 100 or so.\" She looked at me with shock. I added, \"It was a long time ago and in a really different age.\"\n\"Where do I rate? You said that only a few had been able to get you all down so that's got to put me near the top.\" I told her she was very near the top. She pouted a bit and said, I want to be number 1!\"\n\"Do you really like how I taste?\" she asked. I told her I'd love to taste more of her now and in the future but that my age I was probably done cuming until tomorrow. \"I think we can do both.\" she said with a confident smile. \"I found your magic spots.\" I pulled her up so she was straddling my head and her pussy was at my lips. I kissed it and she shuddered. Then I pressed my tongue into her. That was difficult because she was so tight. Everything I had done before was pretty much centered on her clit, except for that brief excursion to her anus, so this was the first time I tongue fucked her. She loved it and came hard. I turned her around so she was facing my cock and pulled her to my lips again.\nShe saw, and took, the opportunity to go down and begin sucking my cock. She had indeed found my 'magic spots'. She pressed her thumb down on the major vein at the base of my cock and worked the head with a swirling tongue. She had me hard in about 5 minutes. She kept her thumb there to hold the blood in as she took me all the way in 4 or 5 times. As she did that I began licking her anus and she really seemed to enjoy it. In only 10 minutes I blew. She turned around and kissed me hard. \"You're a quick study.\" I said.\n\"You're a great teacher.\" She replied. \"Now about what you were up to down there; is that healthy?\" I told her that after a good shower her anus was just as clean as her mouth. I then asked her if she liked it, knowing she did. \"It felt great but it was a little shocking. I know you were close to it the first time. But spent more time and actually licked it this time. Can I do it for you?\" I was tempted to tell her to go ahead but I wanted to save some things for the future.\n\"How about the next time we meet you give me a nice back massage and then do that followed by sucking my cock while I'm still on my stomach. It's one of the favorite combination of things done for me.\"\n\"Is next time tomorrow?\" she asked. I told her I hoped so and asked if she was working the same shift. \"Same time, same place.\" She snuggled up close to me. \"Thank you for tonight. I'll see you in the morning.\" She fell asleep in my arms and I in hers.\nI woke at 4:30 and could hear the shower running and her singing some nameless tune. I was tempted to join her but didn't want to make her late for work. Next, I heard the hair dryer and I fell back asleep. I woke when she came into the bedroom and bent over to kiss my cock. \"Goodbye precious.\" she said to it. \"I'll take care of you later.\" She moved up and kissed my lips. \"Boy that was tempting. I'd like to suck you off right now but I can't be late. I'll see you at your usual time?\"\n\"Count on it. I am.\" I answered, giving her butt a little squeeze. She kissed my cock again and I went back to sleep, hoping it hadn't just all been a dream. It wasn't." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense passion and desire between two lovers in a steamy shower encounter. Begin by describing the moment when the characters first join each other under the cool water, their bodies glistening and craving each other's touch. Dive into the sensual details of their intimate connection, as they kiss passionately and explore one another's bodies with eager hands. Highlight the heightened sensations caused by the combination of hot desire and cold water, making them even more desperate for each other. As their desire intensifies, focus on how they pleasure one another orally, with explicit descriptions of deep throating, ball play, and passionate sucking. Include elements such as hair-pulling and face-fucking to enhance the intensity of their encounter. Transition to a moment where they move from the shower to a bed, leaving a wet trail behind them. Describe how they continue to make love slowly at first, savoring every thrust and feeling every inch of their bodies coming together intimately. Emphasize their emotional connection through gentle kisses and tender touches while still maintaining an erotic tone throughout. Conclude with both characters reaching orgasm simultaneously, experiencing waves of pleasure that leave them exhausted yet satisfied in each other's arms.\n\nTags: steamy shower sex, oral sex (both giving and receiving), deep throating, ball play, face-fucking, slow lovemaking on bed" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Must be a 100 in the darkness....\nYou decide that you should take a cold shower to help cool yourself off.\nAfter you enter the shower, I slowly sneak in the bathroom and remove all my clothes and jump in to join you. You look at me and open your arms, as if to say \"COME ON IN THE WATERS FINE\"....\nI kiss you softly on the lips....the feeling of the water sliding down your gorgeous body makes me so hot....I start to rub the smoothness of your body...the water falling on our bodies... cool to the touch, but the heat between us is still lingering and so we do not cool down easily.... the water is only making us hotter even yet....\nI am pressed against your body....feeling all of you... feeling your manhood grow against me. I push you back against the wall and kiss you harder now....then move and kiss and lick your neck, tasting you and the water, and my hands start to wander...your hands are around me now... and sliding up and down my back....I let my hand slide down to your legs....to the inside of your thighs, then to the middle and feel you in my hand, how hot I made you and that you are more than ready for me....\nThen I slowly slide my hand down lower...feeling your balls cupped in my hand and then back up... and I wrap my hand around your cock....and start to feel it all in my hand, making me hotter... looking in your eyes, knowing that you want me... You slowly nudge me down...wanting to feel my mouth on your dick...I do not want to disappoint you so I kiss your nipples first...licking and nibbling your nipples... then start to lick you lower and then tease your belly button...and then lick lower and lower, while my hand is still stroking your ever so hard cock....\nI get down to your cock...kiss the head...but then move and tease you by kissing your legs.... all the way down one and then back up the ther....I am still stroking you, and the water is now falling on my head... and you take your hands and push the hair out of my face so that you can watch and see everything. I then get to your cock again... and I spread your legs wider.....looking for your balls, I go up and kiss them softly....nipping slightly and kissing and licking... Then I take your cock in my hand and look you in the eyes and then slowly start to lick the shaft of your cock, you close your eyes and put your head back and feel the pleasure... Then I kiss the head and lick it....getting all your pre-cum first and then take your cock once deep and then pull back... Doing that makes you open your eyes....wanting to watch me wrap my lips around your hard cock....Now, you are looking at me, in your eyes, I see that the teasing is making you crazy... you want me to take you all the way.........\nSOooo...I take your head and kiss it again.... then lick it and then kiss all the way up and down your shaft.....making you moan.....The feeling of your cock against my tongue is so hot that I am getting so wet....So then I start to nibble on your shaft...up and down...then take your cock in my mouth and slowly move up and down on you.....letting you feel my tongue against you at the same time....you are in my mouth and my tongue is teasing you while you are in there. I move up and down and then all around, letting your cock rub my face....all over my lips.... and then back in my mouth...deep and making my choke a little....I take you up and down...I start to suck you harder and harder.....\nI can feel that you are tensing...I am moving fast now...and starting to stroke you at the same time, cupping your balls and stroking and sucking all at once...I reach over and squeeze your ass hard and pull you closer to my face...making you fuck my face.....I start to moan and love every minute and every pump....I start to suck like my life depended on it....you are starting to moan a little and I am saying,(mumbling actually...my mouth is full!!!) YES BABY, YES....\nOHhhhh yes.... and you are watching and pulling my head closer...The water is hitting us and sliding down our bodies....everything is WET.... including me..... but all I want at that moment is to have your dick in my mouth....I WANT IT BAD......\nI suck harder and harder and lick more and more.....cupping your balls now, then I feel you jerk forward one time, hard and fast and you hold my head and I can feel your dick pulsing in my mouth, the cum sliding deep in my throat, I still suck it all...I take it all loving every last drop of your juice... You lean back slowly and I kiss your dick caringly, only saying Mmmmmm baby....you take your hands and pull my head up slowly under my chin and look me in the eyes and say nothing, just look deep in me and then pull me up... Then you take me in your arms and hold me, just as I think that we are getting ready to clean up and get out of the shower and hold each other all night, you take me fast and push me up against the shower wall, you start to kiss my neck and then my breasts...making me groan with pleasure. I wrap my arms around you, rubbing your neck, and your head....feeling the water on us... all I can say is yes baby....\nOMG.....F.U.C.Kkkkkk ME You slowly let your hands wander all over my body.... rubbing me softly, letting me know that you want every part of me...You reach down and cup my breasts...\nand then come down and kiss them and lick them....being gentle at first and then taking one in your mouth and nibbling on my nipple...OHhhh damn is all that I can muster....you take your other hand and slide it up my stomach and to my breast and pinch the one that is not in your mouth. You play with my nipple, making it hard and and excited by your touch....you push your hand down and lead your hand to my pussy, that can no longer take the neglect. It is begging for your attention....You take your hand and rub my legs and then lead your hand in between my legs and cup my pussy....and that makes me jump.... I am squirming under your touch, instinctivle my legs are spreading....you slowly take your fingers and rub my clit making me moan with pleasure, shooting the feelings of pain and pleasure right through me.\nBaby, you're making me SOooo HOT, I tell you...\nyou then take your finger and slide it in me, I can no longer hold back....you slide in and out and I grab for your dick.....trying to feel you and take control again, I barely grab on to your once again hard cock and you push my hands back....teasing me and not letting me take control....I am under your control and you will not let me up....\nYou are licking me all over now and still banging me deep with one finger and letting another finger tease my clit....your other hand is sliding down to my ass and you now are teasing my ass and making me WETTER and WETTER with every touch of your fingers....I take my hand and push your head back and look you in the eyes and see nothing but those lonely deep eyes looking loving back at me...and right then I loose my legs... sliding down on to the rest on the shower rail, and you get down, spread my legs slowly and then kiss my thighs and make me moan with every kiss...\n\"Yes, yes, yes, damnit,\" is all that is coming\nout....You then kiss my stomach and then down to my public line. You stick a finger deep in me again and then slowly reach your lips to my pussy that is HOT WET and WAITING for your tongue....I bite my lip in anticipation of the pleasure that is about to devour me....You spread my lips with your tongue and lick my clit so slightly that chills shoot up my spine...then you are licking and sucking on me...making me scream with pleasure. I am squiriming under your touch, holding your head closer to me and making me swing my hips and push my wet pussy to you...you grab my ass and hold me still...making me just enjoy it....you keep licking and then you stick your tongue deep in me....darting in and out and fucking me with your tongue....\nI can no longer handle the pleasure that you are bringing me...I close my eyes, starting to feel the wave of emotions that only come when I know that I am close to orgasm....and your tongue is still moving in and out and holding me still...\nMy juices are all over your face now, you are licking me all up....making me squirm...then just as you bury your head deep and suck on my snatch deep, I throw my head back, close my eyes and let the emotions take me over....\nI start to cum and with your face in my pussy, you prolong my orgasm, longer than I could ever imagine possible...you let go and come up to me and kiss me slowly on the nipples and then on the neck, letting me enjoy your every touch...\nYou then kiss me, deep, caring, loving, and soft...I can still taste what seems to be me on your tongue. Then as I am still reveling in the pleasure of the longest orgasm of my life, I feel that your cock is still hard and ready for more. I push you back and smile at you, you look at me and I say to you...\n\"Are we going to take care of that or what\"...\nWith that, you pick me up and take me to the bed.....yes, leaving a wet trail of water all the way there...you slowly lay me on the bed and then kiss me deeply again...letting me touch your wet body with all of me...your hard cock is pushing up against my pussy, but not entering...\nThe feel of it against me makes me wet again...\nI start to move my hips a little letting you know what I want from you...you then slowly slide on top of me and let your cock part my lips...and with that, I spread my legs letting you in...You slide your dick deep in me, and I can feel nothing but bliss...you start to pump slowly....sliding deep in me and then out....in and out.....slowly making love to me and just going slow so that we can enjoy every move of your cock and my pussy together....you lean closer and kiss me again, as you pump....\"oh baby, oh my sweet thing....yes....\" You continue to slide in and out. The feeling of your shaft up against my walls is making me WETTER & WETTER....I am on the verge of cumming again....and with you gazing deep into my eyes, the orgasm is climbing fast....\nThen you start to move faster, sensing that I am close...and you move even faster....in and out, making me dig my nails deep into you....My legs spread farther and up....making you go deeper and deeper....you pump faster and faster.... and with one last deep push I cum again, and at the very same moment I feel your hot cum shoot deep inside me, you pump a little more...then slowly lay on top of me....Both of us exhausted and wanting to be held....you are laying on my chest and sucking on a nipple that is still tender and erect....I am rubbing your hair and your back and all that I can say is, \"SWEATY YET SWEET....\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and intimate connection between two older individuals who have found love and fulfillment in each other's arms. Incorporate elements from the story, such as their age, physical descriptions, and their exploration of new sexual experiences. Write a scene where they engage in an intense session of cunnilingus followed by passionate lovemaking. Emphasize the emotional depth and connection they share throughout the encounter. Include tags such as \"older love,\" \"intimacy,\" \"passion,\" \"cunnilingus,\" and \"sensual exploration.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you going to use up my entire day's supply of givadams?\" She asked as I handed her my form for the third time. A patient smile tugged at the sides of her mouth. She was a lovely woman with a body that seemed to be caught somewhere between the enthusiasm of youth and the wisdom of maturity. Even at the late fifties age that I guessed her to be she had some very good points, like narrow hips and a prominent mons the bulge of which could still be seen under the fabric of her dress. I wondered if that was by accident.\n\"I'm sorry.\" I said, meekly. \"It's just that sometimes these forms are very difficult to understand.\"\nShe looked back down at the form and studied my answers. \"OK.\" She said. \"How about if I change 'Place of Birth' from Holy Trinity Hospital to Wilburn, Texas? And if I make 'Reason for Visit' read 'Bi-annual Flight Physical' instead of 'My Health'? The rest might work out OK this time.\"\nI nodded.\n\"No, wait a minute. Lessee... Two kids, right?\"\n\"Yeah.\" I answered. \"My wife found out what caused them and quit doing it with me.\"\nShe laughed in a very pretty voice. \"You're divorced, right?\"\n\"Yeah.\" I answered. \"My wife went to find someone to do that with.\"\n\"Wait over there. Find a Time Magazine that covers some significant year in your life and read it. I'll be right out.\"\nWhen she opened the door to the back office a light shining through a window momentarily outlined the silhouette of her figure beneath her clothes.\n\"OK.\" She said when she returned. Again the silhouette. \"He'll be with you in about five minutes.\"\nI watched her as she put things away and otherwise prepared to close the office. She had tarnished silver hair cut to the bottoms of her ears, which peeked through to show off their little pearl earrings. She had smile lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes that must have catalogued every smile she had ever smiled. Her lipstick, dayworn, was a darker red than younger women might wear, and her eyes occasionally looked at me through the top half of wire-rimmed \"granny\" glasses. \"What?\" She asked.\n\"I'm sorry?\"\n\"You were staring at me. Is there something gross on my face?\"\n\"No, not at all.\" I answered. \"You have... I... You're very pretty.\" I said.\n\"You're just toying with me now.\" She teased.\n\"No, really. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that you... You really are very pretty.\"\nAn intercom buzzed and she answered it and nodded to me. \"You can go in now.\" She said. \"Good luck.\"\nThe examination was over quickly. \"You're healthy as a horse,\" the doctor told me. \"I'd fly with you anywhere. Go home.\" He signed my certificate and started shutting down his office.\nShe had her coat on and her purse ready when I came out. \"Next time try and get here before five.\" She said, not angrily.\n\"My appointment was for four-thirty.\" I said. \"I was right on time.\"\n\"So. Blame it on me. Just for that you have to buy me supper.\"\n\"I take it you're not married.\" I said, as we sat across from each other in the Butter Pecan Diner.\n\"My ex-husband never really learned what caused the kids.\" She said. \"Then he went all fundamentalist on me. I became a nasty brazen jezebel temptress in no time at all.\"\n\"And you divorced him?\"\n\"I shot him. No, just kidding. Actually he was killed in a car accident on his way to his twenty-year-old girlfriend's house. Her loss. My gain. Do you fly a plane for business reasons?\"\n\"No. I just fly it. I'm retired. I use it to explore.\"\n\"What kind of plane do you have?\"\nThe waitress came up to take our order. We ordered the mushroom bacon burgers and soda. \"I have a Grumman.\" I said. \"It was that or a new Harley, but I figured I'd get killed on a Harley.\"\n\"Traveler, Cheetah or Tiger?\"\n\"You're familiar with them?\" I said with surprised delight. \"I have a Cheetah.\"\n\"My dad was a flight instructor. He used to take me to the airport and explain all of the airplanes to me. He was fond of Grummans too.\"\n\"Did you learn how to fly?\"\n\"No. I hate it.\" She said. \"Scares me silly.\"\n\"Me too, sometimes.\" I said. She had something in her personality that was effervescent. Maybe it was the way her face never took her words seriously. We made small talk and ate supper and chatted over dessert and coffee and agreed to meet there again the next night.\nThe next night we agreed to meet again.\nOn the third night she was dressed in what I would call a cocktail dress, although it wasn't black; it was beige, and the skirt was short and she had great legs and I felt really proud being seen there with her. I told her so. \"That's the first time in a long time anyone has ever told me that.\" She said. \"In fact, I don't think anyone has ever told me that.\" She blushed and sat down.\nWe ordered the mushroom bacon burgers which had sort of become \"our\" food. I noticed a nervous energy in her that I had not seen before. She picked at her food. \"It's been three years since William was killed.\" She said. \"And I've been very lonely. I haven't been with anyone that makes me feel the way I feel when I'm with you.\" Before I could respond to that she leaned close to me. \"Let's skip dessert.\" She whispered. \"Would you mind awfully much taking me someplace and... And fucking me silly?\"\nWhen we got in the car she pressed her knees against mine. She blushed a lot, and sat with her eyes pointed downward. \"I hate to use this phrase,\" I said, \"but my place or yours?\"\n\"Do you have a nice place?\"\nI shrugged. \"It works for me.\"\n\"Your place. My neighbors seem to have an overly protective concern for my welfare.\"\n\"And you're not afraid to be with me?\"\n\"Oh heavens no. Doctor Kennedy knows I'm seeing you and he has all of your records.\"\n\"That's reassuring.\" I said.\nThere were a few awkward moments after we reached my apartment. We knew what we wanted to do, but weren't sure just how to get it started. I made coffee and poured a little brandy in each cup. We sat on the sofa and she scooted up next to me. We made a token effort to exchange pleasantries over coffee, then she set her cup down and turned to me. \"The only way to do this is to do it.\" She said. She kissed me, and I felt half a lifetime of insatiate physical desire in that kiss. She caught my hand in hers and guided it to her breast, then kissed me, then breathed heavily for a moment, then pushed my hand down to her lap and pulled up her dress and moved my hand between her legs. I worked it up to her panties and felt them wet. \"Maybe I could take these off for you.\" I said.\nShe lay back and let me pull her panties off and moaned softly at her own brazenness. I put my hand between her legs and felt wet slick flesh and she moaned again, and suddenly pushed my hand away and stood up. \"That's not going to be enough.\" She said. She stripped off her dress and bra and stood there wearing only her shoes and a pearl necklace. She pulled me to my feet and practically ripped buttons off of my shirt and we were soon completely naked together.\nShe showed herself to me as she was. She had a great shape and had looked good draped under the clinging fabric of her clothes, and there were a few places where the more than half a century of her life had sculpted embarrassments. Her naked-lady suit had been mussed by it's constant usage and it needed ironing. Her breasts, diminutive enough in her youth, had apparently given up altogether and now hung like flat empty pouches with nipples. A cesarian scar with radiating stretch marks pointed accusingly downward to her mons, which was a prominent triangle of flesh sparsely covered with silver and blond hair. A dimpled crevice began at the bottom of it and trailed underneath and allowed her inner labia to protrude. \"So. Pretty grim, huh?\" She asked.\nMy eyes went to the sparkle in hers. \"I'm no budding Adonis myself.\" I said. And I'm not. I have as many years in my skin, and while I've taken some pretty good care of myself, the fine muscle tone that I had thirty years ago has wilted, and I have scars, and I have bulges of my own, and my six-pack has long since been emptied.\n\"You're beautiful.\" She said.\n\"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.\" I said. And we moved to each other, and held each other, and felt each other's warmth and I could feel her heartbeat against mine and I smelled her hair and kissed her ear and her neck and she lay her head on my shoulder and we swayed to music only we could hear.\nMy hand went to her bottom and lifted and pressed her against me and she hissed softly as both her and my erotic selves awakened from their bored slumber and greeted each other with amused anticipation. \"It's been so long.\" She sighed.\nI lifted her in my arms and she weighed nothing. I carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed and she looked up at me with her eyes widely dilated to let the light of me in. I'm not sure when we fell into each other's love, but it might have been right then.\nShe pushed me over on my back and straddled me and closed her eyes as she lowered her body and guided my cock into herself and I felt her wet warmth spread through my cock to my heart. She looked down at me from the heights of her female gender and smiled and pressed her hand to her abdomen. \"I can feel it all the way up to here.\" She whispered.\nSo could I. Something was happening to that part of me that was in that part of her. Our souls were locking together the way two dogs get locked together when they mate. It would likely take more than a broom handle or an old lady with a water hose to get us separated.\nOur first effort at bringing each other to orgasm ended in mirth. We collapsed against each other in a laughing fit, no more orgasmic than before. \"I was right there!\" She moaned, and we laughed harder. \"So was I.\" I groaned, and we laughed even harder and we held each other tightly as we laughed and both of us knew that this was not going to be just another fuck.\nWe rolled on our sides and I tried to keep my cock in her but it popped out and we kept our foreheads together instead and kissed and looked into each other's eyes from so close that all we could see was our spirits glittering back at us. Her warm body, her warm, fragile body pressed nakedly against mine and we held each other as though letting go would let us fall off the cliff and land splat into the middle of our loneliness again. \"I'll come with you.\" She whispered. \"I promise.\" And I understood her promise at every level it was meant.\nI pushed her on her back and slowly explored her body with my fingertips and my eyes and occasionally my lips. I kissed each of her nipples and she watched me, her chin doubled from looking down the way a mother looks at a nursing baby. I traced the center seam of her skin down to her navel, an outy, and I kissed it and she giggled at the tickle of it. I traced a finger down through the scar of her cesarian until I reached her mons, then moved down and gently pushed her legs apart and her labia parted and the pink bits popped up like the paper figures in a children's book. I rested my chin on one hand as I probed with the finger of the other. All the while she watched me with an amused smile on her face. \"Do I pass inspection down there?\" She asked.\nI leaned forward and kissed her clitoris and her labia and smiled back at her. \"You would pass the inspection of the angels themselves.\" I said. \"You're beautiful down here.\" I touched her rigid little clitoris then trailed my finger down between her ruffled inner labia and pushed it into her vagina. Then I pulled it out, slick with her lubricants and traced the seam down yet further.\n\"You're not going to put it in... Ooooppp.\"\nI gave her a moment to get used to this intrusion.\n\"Just how far in there did you shove it?\" She hissed.\n\"All the way.\"\n\"I'm not accustomed to having things go in there.\" She said. \"That's for things to come out of.\"\n\"Who told you that?\" I asked. \"This is one of your funnest apertures.\" I felt her sphincter muscle work as her body adjusted to my finger's presence.\n\"It's nasty.\"\n\"Nope.\"\n\"Filthy.\"\n\"Nope.\"\n\"You can put your finger there but absolutely nothing else.\" She said. \"My poop will fall out.\"\n\"Put your knees up.\" I said.\n\"You're not going to LOOK at it!\"\n\"Yep.\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Because it's as much a part of you as any other part, and right now I'm all about you.\" I said. \"Besides, you're a sexy wench down here.\"\n\"So I'm a wench, am I?\" She said, her legs going up until her knees nearly touched her nipples. She had her eyes closed now. \"This is embarrassing.\"\n\"Probably. But it's damned sexy. Didn't your husband ever play with this part?\"\n\"I told you. I was a filthy slut jezebel nasty whore. My husband never played with any part of me after he met his twenty year old angel.\" She opened her eyes and watched me study her anus. I moved my finger in and out gently and watched as the purse-string muscles tightened against it. Finally I pulled my finger out and leaned forward and kissed it.\n\"Ohhh, now you've done it.\" She said. \"Go wash your hands. And scrub your teeth. And gargle. Better still, let's take a whole shower. I'LL do the washing.\"\nWe soaped each other and kissed, then rinsed each other and kissed, then soaped each other again. \"Now put your finger in there.\" She said.\n\"Are you sure? I thought you didn't like it.\"\n\"I didn't say that. It's just nobody's ever done it before. It felt sort of different.\"\nShe turned around and I put my finger in her ass again and she moaned and backed toward the pressure. I kissed her neck. \"Maybe after I get used to it you can do it more often.\" She said. Then she turned around, pulling my finger out and pointed her finger at me. \"But don't you dare put anything else in there, buster.\"\nI caught her hand and kissed it and promised her that I would never do that. Then she turned me around. \"Your turn.\"\n\"You're not.\" I said. She did. Frankly, nobody except a doctor had ever done that before.\n\"Oh ho! So you aren't used to it either.\" She laughed. She kissed the back of my neck. \"Gah, you feel hot inside there. Am I that hot in there?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Weird. Very, very weird.\" She mused. She pulled her finger out and washed her hands twice.\n\"It's not that nasty.\" I said.\n\"Indulge me.\"\n\"What else would you like me to do that you've never done before?\" I asked.\nShe got sort of a funny look on her face as she thought about that. \"There are so many things... William would never do any of them with me...\" She grinned. \"Would you put your mouth... I've always wanted to see if I could come that way, you know, like with your mouth down there.\"\n\"It's called cunnilingus.\" I said. \"Eating out. Want me to eat you out?\"\n\"That's so crude. Yes.\"\n\"First let's rinse it out really good.\" I said.\nShe dutifully soaped herself down there and rinsed. We went to the bedroom after we dried. She lay down on the bed with a look of guilty anticipation. \"Make sure I don't smell bad.\" She said. \"You'll tell me if I do, right?\"\n\"You don't.\" I said. I lay between her legs and she opened them and then raised her knees to her nipples again, holding her legs up with her hands. I kissed her there and she gasped softly, then I worked my tongue against her clitoris and labia and she moaned. She let her legs go and they went behind my shoulders and her hands went to my hair and gripped it like handles and held my face in place. \"You can make me... Come...\" She gasped. \"Oh my god... Oh my god...\" Suddenly she lifted her hips and pressed her pussy even harder into my face and she worked it against my jawbone and she wailed loudly at the sudden surge of erotic intensity she felt. She caught her breath and held it and let it out with a rush and her hands pushed my head down hard and she yelped and I felt her pulse surge into a pounding thud as her orgasm swept through her. Her legs stiffened and trembled and she arched upward and clawed at my hair to hold my face in place and slowly worked herself down, oh god, her pace slowed, oh god, her body relaxed, oh god, her moans softened, oh god, oh god, oh... my... god... And she lay still. Then she pushed my face away. \"Don't touch anything down there.\" She hissed through a grin of absolute consummation. I amused myself by studying the engorged thickness of her clitoris and inner labia until she twisted over on her side and curled into a fetal position and tried to hold the orgasm inside her as long as possible.\nI moved up behind her and held her and gently kissed her hair then her neck and she straightened out after awhile and backed her bottom up against my stomach. \"You don't want to come?\" She asked.\n\"Guys can come anytime.\" I answered. \"I just like to watch you do it.\"\nShe reached behind her and guided my cock into her pussy and backed up on it. \"I want to feel you come now.\" She said. \"While there's still some of mine left in me.\"\nIt didn't take long at all. I pumped into her a couple of times and suddenly I was riding it like a surfer in a giant wave. She squealed when she felt my semen surge into her, and she kept me inside her for as long as she could. When my flaccid cock finally fell out of her she turned over to face me. \"I only know one useful four letter word.\" She said. \"Do you want me to say it to you?\"\n\"Be careful with it.\" I said. \"Some of those words can...\"\n\"I love you.\" She said, her eyes sparkling fire into mine.\nI was breathless. It is such a powerful word. I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly to me and kissed the top of her head. \"I love you.\" I said. And somehow all of the years of loneliness fell away from me and my whole world became this woman who's body pressed against mine. She kissed me, and when our kiss was complete, and our souls had melted together I could see tears in her eyes and felt tears in my own eyes.\n\"Neither one of us ever has to be lonely again.\" She said.\n\"Nor will we be.\" I said.\nShe turned over and snuggled her bottom back into my stomach and pulled my arms around her and that's how we fell asleep.\nWe are apart from time to time since that night. But it is only our bodies that are apart. Our united soul stretches like sweet elastic taffy, always pulling us back together into a sugary nougat wad, always tucking her delightful little bottom into my stomach, always snuggling warmly into my arms. Maybe we're a little old to be acting like virgin newlyweds. Maybe we have a few too many miles on us to be starting this long trip together, but neither of us have the least notion of how we could not be together. The orgasms we share are just as intense as they were when we were kids, except they mean more to us now. We don't just flop them out and play with them. We take our gentle time about them because they are truly acts of love we give to each other." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt:\nExplore the intense and passionate relationship between a married couple, Dana and her husband, as they engage in a steamy encounter before going out for dinner. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission, role-playing, oral sex, anal play, pegging, and creampie cleanup into the story. Use vivid descriptions to depict their physical connection and the power dynamics at play. Consider including tags such as BDSM, role reversal, oral sex, anal play, pegging, creampie eating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had to laugh when I heard the music playing and the shower running behind the door of the master bathroom. Dana, my wife, apparently had the same plan as I did about getting ready early that Saturday evening before we met her girlfriend and husband for dinner. Yes, she wanted to see as much of the football game as she could before we had to leave.\nThough currently living in the Midwest, Dana and I attended college at a large state school in the south where we met. Dana played on the volleyball team while I played on the football team, though neither of us have the typical physiques of people who had successful collegiate careers in those sports. At 5'8\", Dana looks more like a track athlete or swimmer than a volleyball player, and I look more like a basketball player, as I have leaned down since my playing days. Anyway, we normally would be at home, or at a sports bar watching the game. Unfortunately, Dana had misread the schedule when she made arrangements for dinner with our friends, who aren't college football fans. It was a non-conference game with a much weaker opponent, and we had two prior cancellations with them, so we decided to honor our commitment. If I wanted to see the start of the game, I would have to shower in the guest bathroom, nothing new for me.\nWhen I finished my shower, I discovered that the deodorant that I typically keep for myself in that bathroom was gone. I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way to the master bathroom, thinking that Dana was done with her shower. I was right, the door was open. As I approached I could see Dana. She was wearing pink panties, her hair wrapped in a towel, and applying makeup to her face. She was leaning over the vanity to get close to the mirror, so my eyes were drawn to her muscular legs and firm round glutes. Wow, I thought to myself, I love that ass. Due to my business travel and Dana's work schedule, we hadn't seen much of each other or had sex for a week, so I was aroused just at the sight of her.\nDana looked up from the mirror and smiled, \"beat you to the shower.\"\n\"You most certainly did,\" I smiled back and began to approach.\n\"What do you need Babe?\"\n\"I thought deodorant,\" I was now behind her, \"but that has changed to you.\"\nI put my arm around her waist, pressed my pelvis to her ass, leaned in, and started kissing her neck. My cock was already half erect.\n\"Oooh,\" Dana purred, \"that's wonderful Babe, but I need to finish getting ready if we want to see the game before we leave for dinner.\"\nWith her free hand she grabbed my deodorant that was on the vanity and handed it to me. I took it from her and continued to kiss her neck. I moved my other hand from her stomach to her bare breasts. Her nipples were already hard when I lightly touched and started to caress them. Dana paused a few moments to allow me to continue to kiss and fondle her breasts. My cock was fully erect and pressing against her ass.\n\"Seriously Babe,\" she said in a reluctant tone, \"I need to finish getting ready.\"\n\"I understand,\" I said as I put the deodorant down and dropped to my knees behind her, my face on level with her lower back and ass. \"You go ahead and finish putting on your makeup and doing your hair; I am going kiss this hot and beautiful ass while you do. Just ignore me.\"\n\"Suit yourself,\" Dana said playfully and pushed her ass at me.\nI quickly started to kiss and nibble her lower back while I pulled her panties down far enough to expose half of her ass. I kissed and caressed that area and then started to lick her crack. Dana's breath quickened as she leaned into me and bent over more, encouraging me to lick and kiss lower. I pulled her panties lower to clear the path as I teasingly kissed closer to her hole. Dana moaned loudly when I delicately licked her asshole.\n\"You sure know how to make it difficult for a girl to get ready,\" she said lustily. Soon she was moving to the rhythm of my tongue as I licked and assaulted her puckered hole.\nWhen aroused, Dana talks -- a lot, which I love, as it in turn arouses me and magnifies the pleasure and experience.\n\"Fuck yeah,\" she moaned, \" lick that ass...that's it, just like that...oh, you're naughty...that feels awesome...you're such a tease...\"\nDana quit applying her makeup, and after another minute or two, she put it down, bent over the vanity, and leaned on her elbows, signaling that she wanted me to move to her pussy. The crotch of her panties was soaked as I peeled them down to her ankles and turned my attention to her dripping pussy. With my nose planted in her ass, I moved my tongue in the direction of her labia and clit. I moaned with my first taste of her thick, tart juices and Dana moaned as I delicately started to lick her sex.\n\"Yes,\" she moaned, \"my pussy loves that.\"\nShe continued to speak encouragingly while I went to work tonguing and licking her pussy, but that didn't last long. Dana wanted to be fucked, as is often the case when we have been apart for more than a few days.\n\"I need to be fucked with that hard cock of yours,\" she pleaded.\nWanting to please, I was quickly on my feet and entering her from behind.\nWe moaned lustily as I penetrated and slowly pushed my cock into her tight soaking hole, our facial expressions which we could see in the mirror showing our pleasure.\n\"Oh, that's the cock I crave,\" Dana cooed as we continued to gaze at each other.\n\"That's the pussy I crave,\" I cooed in return. I reached with my right hand to touch her clit and my left to touch and squeeze her nipples. I started thrusting slowly and tenderly, but after a few strokes I learned that soft and gentle was not what Dana wanted.\n\"I need to be fucked hard!\" she demanded.\nI knew exactly what to do. My pace quickened and soon you could hear the sound of my pelvis slapping her ass. I grasped and squeezed her tits.\n\"Is that what you want?\" I demanded.\n\"Yeah, give it to me,\" Dana panted.\nMy hands moved to her hips and ass. I gently touched her right ass cheek, then I gave it a firm slap. Dana squealed with delight.\n\"That's it,\" she said, inviting me to slap her again.\nI did, but with the left hand.\n\"Oh yeah baby...fuck that pussy and slap that ass!\"\nIt wasn't long before Dana announced that she was ready to orgasm and that she wanted me to \"shoot a load\" in her pussy when she came. I reached around and started fingering her clit as I continued to pound her. In a few strokes I could feel her pussy clench my cock and observe her face tighten, as she said she was about to \"explode.\"\nI was ready to explode too.\n\"Fill me up,\" Dana demanded, her eyes burning with desire as her pussy began to spasm in orgasmic pleasure.\nI shot ropes of cum in her while we moaned in intense pleasure.\n\"Oh, yes!\" Dana cried, as we finished.\nAs we caught our breaths, our eyes, that had been locked on each other the entire time, communicated our thoughts before the words came out of our mouths. \"I love you,\" we said simultaneously and then smiled at what had just happened.\nI pulled out of her, and then Dana turned around and quickly stepped back into her panties. We hugged and kissed. After kissing, she told me to \"wash the pussy juice\" off my face so that our friends didn't know what we were doing before dinner. She then waived me out of the room so she could finish getting ready.\nFifteen minutes later, I was dressed and watching the start of the game when I heard Dana's phone ring. About fifteen minutes after that, Dana walked into the living room, her hair fixed and makeup on, but nevertheless wearing her bathrobe.\n\"You look beautiful,\" I said, \"but I am not sure the bathrobe meets the restaurant's dress code.\"\nDana smiled, \"You think?\" She walked to the large picture window, closed the curtains, and said that her girlfriend called earlier to cancel dinner and that she ordered Chinese food which would be delivered by half time. She sat down on the sofa across from the chair I was sitting in. She opened her robe and leaned back on the couch, revealing that she was naked except for her pink panties. My attention had left the game and was focused on her.\n\"The game is going to be a boring rout,\" she said, \"so I am calling an audible.\"\n\"Okay, Madam Quarterback,\" I said playfully, our team already had a three touchdown lead. \"What's the play?\"\nDana smiled wryly, spread her legs and rested her heels on the edge of the couch.\nThe silky material covering her sex was soaked. She slowly ran her index finger through the wet spot, pressing the soaked material to create a prominent camel's toe. She licked the thick cream from her finger, savoring the taste.\n\"My panties and freshly fucked pussy are a mess,\" she said seductively and then paused for me to look some more and let her words sink in. \"I need you to clean up the mess,\" her tone more demanding.\nIt is a long story how it all started, but there is nothing that turns Dana on more than when I lick her clean after I have filled her pussy with a load of my cum. \"Nothing says I love you more than a man who will eat his own creampie,\" Dana will often say. She enjoys it most when role playing is involved. Dana, of course, plays the dominate role, and I, of course, play the submissive. I likewise enjoy it. I love her uninhibited, self-indulgent, raw sexual passion which goes against the restrictive, subservient social norms of her upbringing where \"good girls\" don't act assertively or express their primal desires. And for reasons I can't fully explain, submitting to the one I love, trust and want to please more than anyone in the world is incredibly arousing and provides a healthy escape and emotional release.\nIn any event, my cock was erect again by the time I was kneeling in front of her and bending to bury my face in her cum-soaked crotch. Dana grabbed my ears and started barking orders. I ran my tongue through the center of her camel toe, getting a taste of our brew.\n\"You love that, don't you?\" Dana hissed.\n\"Yes,\" I panted, \"I do.\"\nThat, of course, is the truth. At this point in my life, I can't believe I once had a phobia about tasting or swallowing my semen. Dana never had any kind of phobia. From early on in our relationship, she would have me fuck her and then have me finish with my pussy juice soaked cock in her mouth. She still loves to lick her juices from my cock before and after I unload in her mouth.\nAfter a few more savory licks, Dana ordered me to take her panties off and hand them to her. I surveyed the task ahead of me. Her pussy, shaved except for a narrow landing strip, was indeed a mess from our earlier fucking. Her slit, labia and outer folds were caked in our thick cream, and needed cleanup.\n\"Lick it,\" Dana ordered as she pushed my face into the mess.\nDana moaned as I delicately ran my tongue around the outer portion of her labia.\n\"Again,\" she ordered, as she grasped my head firmer. I moaned as I lapped a bigger portion of the cream into my mouth. This in turn unleashed a verbal barrage from Dana and torrent of juices from her pussy.\n\"That's it, lick that pussy...clean up that cum...eat the pussy that you were privileged to fuck...show me what a good pussy licking bitch you are...\" When the cream was cleaned from her pussy, she would replace it with more that she scraped from the crotch of her panties, which she also eventually made me lick and clean, along with her fingers. By the time she ordered me to lick and suck her clit, Dana was approaching orgasm. When I slid my two fingers into her pussy, she exploded moments later with a finger crushing orgasm as she hurled obscenities at me.\nTemporarily satiated, she pulled me from her crotch and passionately kissed my cum soaked face and lips, producing warmth and intimacy that is impossible to describe. But the kissing didn't last long. Dana ordered me to strip and lay on the floor, and then descended on my cock with her mouth.\n\"Somebody was naughty,\" She said after tasting the dried juices on my cock from our earlier encounter. She slid around into a 69 position and planted her pussy on my face.\n\"Eat it like you want to fuck it again,\" she demanded.\nI eagerly went to work, burying my nose in her slit as I licked and sucked her clit, and intermittently tongued her asshole which had remnants of our earlier brew on it. A fresh flow of her tart juices soaked my face as Dana ground her pussy on me and teased my cock. When I proved myself worthy to fuck, Dana mounted me from the top and started riding me for all I was worth, using foul language to express how she was feeling and to maintain control of my mind. Dana is a master with words which create mental images that keep us aroused and emotionally connected. We have learned that the connection from talking during sex is just as important as the physical act itself. In fact, Dana often says that sex is 90% mental and 10% physical.\nAfter a long, erotic ride, Dana was ready for another orgasm, and so was I. We rolled to a missionary position so she could receive the clitoral stimulation she loves from my pelvic thrusts.\n\"Snowball now, or creampie later?\" Dana demanded as we were reaching our peak.\nTo anyone else, the question would have been cryptic, but she was giving me a choice to cum in her mouth and then share a cum swapping kiss, or cum simultaneously with her in her pussy, and then, of course, clean her up later. My answer would also signal whether I would be up for more sex after dinner.\n\"Creampie later,\" I said enthusiastically without hesitation.\n\"Fuck that pussy,\" Dana ordered appreciatively as she grabbed my ass with both hands. I clearly made the choice she wanted. When she reached the edge of her orgasm, she slapped my left ass cheek, then my right. Again, for reasons I will never understand this always brings me over the edge.\n\"Fill my pussy!\" Dana ordered as her pussy pulsated in gripping waves of orgasm.\nWhen finished, we exchanged an intimate and knowing kiss as we professed our love for each other. But the cuddling didn't last long, as halftime of the game which had our team on the winning side of a lopsided score was already over. This meant our food would be delivered any minute. Dana put her panties on and grabbed her robe, and just as I finished putting my shirt on and zipping up my pants, the doorbell rang. I am pretty sure the delivery guy recognized I had just finished having sex, but he said nothing.\nDana made us cocktails while I unpacked the food. We ate and drank for over an hour. Our conversation was light-hearted and fun as we covered a range of subjects. Throughout it, Dana would remind me that I had a creampie to cleanup and drop subtle teases about fucking me after, which really meant pegging me. It's another long story how it started, but pegging is often involved in our sex play, particularly on nights where I cum a few times. Once a phobia for me, I now say any man who says it is gay or otherwise perverse has never experienced the intense pleasure of an orgasm derived from a prostate massage by an expert such as my wife, who loves and gets off from the role reversal. Besides the physical pleasure, it builds trust and creates deep intimacy, at least for us.\nAnyway, by the time we finished dinner, my cock was already swelling from the thoughts Dana had spoken into my head. When we put the leftovers away, Dana motioned me to follow her to the bedroom. I quickly found myself lying on the bed with Dana straddling my face. She was in the mood to tease me, so she planted her panty clad pussy on my face to let me smell and taste the delicacy underneath and then pull away with her pussy inches from my face while she would crawl into my psyche with her profanity laced words. She brought me to the point where I was begging to lick the cum from her \"messy and well fucked pussy.\" When she pulled the soaking material to the side to expose her creamy slit, I did just that, only to be interrupted so that she could slide her panties off. But once she was perched back on my face, I was eagerly back on task. Dana loves to ride my face, particularly after she has been filled with a load of my cum. Her language is particularly colorful too, especially after she has had a couple of drinks.\n\"Clean me up bitch...that's it, eat that creampie...swallow that cum...\" She was drunk on power, self-indulgent pleasure, and knowing that I loved it too. I eagerly obeyed, wanting to please her however she desired. What cum from her pussy and panties that didn't make its way into my mouth was smeared on my face. When I finished licking the cum that had leaked out of her pussy and on to her ass, Dana ordered me to slide my fingers in her so I could massage her G-spot while I licked and sucked her clit. She ground on me and talked vulgarly until her pussy clenched my fingers in another intense orgasm.\nDana moved off her perch and snuggled into me. She kissed me and my cum soaked face in appreciation of what I had just done. Eventually she reached for my erect cock.\n\"So,\" she said, a devilish look on her face, \"does my hot bitch want to be fucked tonight?\" She already knew the answer, but needed to hear me say it nonetheless.\n\"Yes,\" I said submissively, \"I do.\" She placed my hand on my cock and said, \"stroke it for me, like a bitch who wants to get fucked.\" With that Dana got up and got her strap-on from her lingerie drawer. As she put on the harness, she talked about how much she was going to enjoy fucking me and how much she enjoyed watching me stroke myself in anticipation. Dana looks hot wearing her strap-on, which is designed for pegging and contains a vibrating massager for the prostate. The other end of it is designed to pleasure the woman. It is curved so that it fits in her pussy and rubs against her clit, and it has vibrating massagers for the G-spot and the clit. The vibrators are operated with a small remote control, by Dana of course. She gave me a devilish look once it was all on and secure, relishing her plans for my ass.\n\"On your knees,\" she commanded. I instantly rolled over and presented my ass to be fucked doggy style. She climbed on to the bed and firmly slapped my ass, causing my cock to pulsate with pleasure. I felt a heavy squirt of lube on my crack just above my anus. As it ran down, Dana lightly rubbed it over my hole, before she pushed some of it in with her index finger. I moaned in pleasure. She squirted more lube to the area and continued to work the lube in. She spoke soothingly to me, telling me that I am \"hot and sexy\" while I moved with her finger in anticipation of being fucked. When my ass was thoroughly lubed, Dana likewise lubed her cock, before I felt the tip of it at my waiting anus.\n\"What do you want?\" Dana demanded.\n\"I want to be fucked,\" I replied, desperation in my voice.\nThe penetration was even more exquisite than her finger as Dana gently eased her cock in my ass and turned her clitoral vibrator on, mimicking the pleasure that we experience when I initially penetrate her. Dana was slow and gentle as she leaned in and pressed her breasts against my back.\n\"Fuck, I love that,\" I moaned as she nibbled at my neck. It wasn't long before she was gently rocking her cock against my prostate. When she eventually switched the prostate vibrator on, I cried out, \"Oh, fuck yea, give it to me.\"\nWe continued to converse. She told me how much she loved to fuck her \"sexy bitch\" and I told her how much I loved being fucked. She would bring me to the edge of orgasm and then back off. After doing this a few times, I was begging to cum. I continued to beg for at least 10 minutes as Dana worked her magic. Towards the end, she reached around and started stroking my rock hard cock that was leaking pre-cum. She was at the edge of another orgasm as she continued to gently rock in and out of my ass, sending waves of pleasure over my prostate with each stroke. \nJust before she started to orgasm, she slapped my ass and vigorously stroked my cock. When she started to climax, she lustily ordered, \"Cum for me.\"\nI erupted and shot a huge load into the palm of her hand. The pleasure was deep and exhausting. I collapsed when I finished, with Dana's tits and sweating chest pressed into my back.\nDana pulled out of me and stepped out of her harness. \"That was smoking hot Babe,\" she said.\nI rolled over on my back, \"No, you are smoking hot.\" I smiled earnestly. We paused and gazed lovingly at each other until I asked, \"Am I going to be screwed without getting a kiss?\"\n\"No,\" she smiled, \"but what do you want me to do with this handful of cum?\"\n\"Like everything else,\" I paused, \"share it with me.\" Her hand went to her mouth as she climbed back into bed. Soon Dana was wrapped in my arms, our naked bodies were pressed together, our tongues swapping and swirling my cum as we kissed in intimate celebration of the profound love and life we share." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate journey of two best friends turned lovers as they navigate their newfound intimacy. Write a steamy scene where they indulge in a night of passion, making up for lost time and discovering new heights of pleasure together. Incorporate elements such as oral sex, deep penetration, nipple play, and multiple orgasms to showcase the intense connection between the characters. Don't forget to highlight their emotional bond and the significance of finally being able to express their desires for each other. Tags: friends-turned-lovers, long-term friendship, passionate sex, exploration, intense connection" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I fell in love with Sam the first moment I saw her. She was in a bar, sitting on her boyfriend's knee and looking like everything I ever wanted in a woman; beautiful, happy and very sexy. To this day my vision of her at that moment is as clear as if it was only minutes ago. I'd been invited to my new employer's company night out. It was shortly before I joined the company and the objective was to \"get to know\" a few people before I arrived in the office. The evening served its purpose but the only person in the room I really wanted to get to know was Sam.\nIt took a few months, but I slowly got to know her. In fact, she became one of my best friends as we worked together on projects and shared the occasional lunchtime. Thing was, as much as Sam's happy personality, gorgeous flowing hair, vibrant blue eyes and silky smooth skin was attractive to me, there was no room for me to become anything more than a friend as she was living with her boyfriend. I'm not the type of person who's either confident or stupid enough to get into that whole tug-of-love thing. Deep inside though, I kept hoping that one day Sam would be single again and that we might be able to explore our relationship on another level.\nSam and I got along just fine as friends though. We talked about everything, our hopes, dreams, and fantasies and learned all about each other. As our friendship grew I shared more and more with her, but never went as far as sharing how much I wished she was mine. There were days when sitting across a table from Sam was the toughest thing in the world, knowing that I couldn't simply reach out and touch her, kiss her. Being with her was an exquisite pain.\nSam was the only good thing about that company though and in the end I moved on after a couple of years, sadly leaving our lunchtimes together behind. We kept in touch, mostly through phone calls and e-mail with the occasional drink after work, but we weren't able to remain as close as we'd been when we worked in the same building.\nThe day we met for lunch and she told me she had left her boyfriend was an emotional roller coaster ride. First my spirits soared as I thought of us possibly dating, but the plunge was awful when she enthusiastically informed me she'd already moved in with another guy she had met. It was hard to pretend I was happy for her, but I tried.\nThat particular meeting took away all of my expectations that Sam and I would ever get together. I couldn't convince myself that she would ever see me as a potential boyfriend rather than simply a good friend. How could she if she hadn't even called me to let me know she was single before starting another relationship?\nFor the next few months my disappointment was easier to deal with without seeing or talking to Sam. Her new relationship was also occupying most of her time and we began to drift apart for the first time since we'd met.\nThen I unexpectedly ran into her in the street. It was a great feeling to see her smiling face and feel her wrap her arms around me for a tight platonic hug. Having to face up to the truth, I realized that nothing had changed about how beautiful she was or how I felt about her. We stopped for a coffee and talked a little. It was hard to contain my accelerating heart when she told me how her situation had changed again. The relationship was over and she had recently moved out of the new boyfriend's place and was back at home with her parents for a while.\n\"Hey,\" she said enthusiastically as she finished her coffee, \"I need to run, but why don't we meet up one evening, catch up over dinner? Call me. I'm free all this week.\"\nI wasn't about to pass up on a chance to spend time with Sam, especially as the possibility of getting closer to her was again alive, so of course I called her. We arranged to meet for dinner and take in a movie she wanted to see. As her parents lived close to town I would drive to their place and we could walk the rest of the way.\nOver dinner I consoled her and we laughed at our own self-centered jokes about nether of us being in relationships. As I sat and looked into the eyes of the woman I'd fallen in love with all those months before, I knew I would have to make some kind of move now that she was indeed single. I thought it prudent to leave at least a few weeks for her to get over her latest failure, but I felt a new determination to find out if her feelings might run deeper than our strong friendship.\nAs much as I was used to the phenomenon by then, sitting next to Sam in the movie theatre was its usual torture, not being able to reach out and touch her, hold her hand. But I was being my usual honorable, respectful self. That's one of the things about a long-term friendship; it can be so difficult to get over that \"lovers\" hurdle when you've been friends for so long, even if you know that's what the other person wants.\nThe evening was still warm when we came out into the twilight, enthused by the movie and energized by the fresh night air. We walked along the sidewalk towards her parent's house with an idling gait and enjoying spending the time together, pretty much as we always had. Time with Sam was always valuable.\n\"I wonder where we'll be in ten years,\" she thought out loud as we passed a couple pushing a stroller. \"You think we'll still be friends, hang out together with our kids, my husband and your wife?\"\nI shrugged my shoulders. \"I have no idea where I'll be, just like I had no idea I'd be here ten years ago. Hell, four days ago I had no idea I'd be here with you tonight.\"\n\"Aren't there some nights you just want to dance down the sidewalk?\" she said out of the blue. Her face beamed at mine, as alive as I've ever known it. I watched as Sam broke away and pirouetted several times in front of me, her summer skirt spinning out and revealing her slender legs. When she stopped I saw nothing but the huge smile she was wearing, mirroring mine. I loved to see her so happy.\n\"Thanks for such a lovely evening. It's been a long time since I've had a night without some relationship strain or other.\" As much as Sam's spontaneous hug warmed me, her words warned me off asking her to get more serious about our relationship. It seemed like I could not bring myself to ruin Sam's freedom, not even to feed my own need for her.\n\"We need to do this again, soon.\"\n\"Sure.\" It wasn't like I was ever going to turn down an evening with her. \"Let's do something next week.\"\nThere was no more dancing in the street as we meandered away from the town center and up the hill but our stride was comfortable and our conversation fun. Then, as we neared her parent's house, Sam impulsively grabbed my hand and pulled me to run across the road. I didn't have time to realize that there was no traffic, I just followed her and enjoyed the jolt of electricity that shot through me at the touch of her skin. Crossing the road holding hands with Sam was the moment my whole life changed.\nOnce on the other side of the road we slowed down, but she didn't let go of my hand. I didn't think much of it at the time, but with every step we took closer to the house the realization of what I thought was happening dawned on me. Such a simple thing, holding hands, but it was something we'd never done before, a step in a direction we'd never taken before. My mind ventured onto new ground, just wondering...\nI didn't think twice as Sam kept hold of my hand and led me straight past my car and up to the door of the house. I didn't say a word as she led me inside and invited me to sit while she put some coffee on. I sat at one end of a sofa, vaguely thinking that she just might join me when she had finished preparing the drinks.\n\"Your folks out?\" I finally enquired.\n\"On vacation,\" she called from the kitchen. \"Back in three days I think. You want some cookies?\"\nSam came back into the room with two mugs of coffee and a plate stacked with cookies that we snacked on while we laughed at some stories of the days we worked together and the people we knew. She did sit next to me as I'd wished, but not too close. I could feel the tension hang in the air, a new feeling for both of us, almost imperceptible but definitely there. I tried to be as normal as I could but found my vocal chords tightening and my mind running in too many directions at once. Sam seemed more relaxed as she snapped cookies into her mouth and washed them down.\nShe finished her coffee first and now she no longer needed to sit upright to drink, she eased herself down to lie down across the sofa. She sighed peacefully as her head rested on my thigh and she pulled up her knees to fit on the sofa. Sam now faced up towards me with her eyes closed in a relaxing pose.\nI looked longingly at her full lips and her cute little nose. Her skin, if it ever was attacked, had survived the ravages of adolescent acne without blemish. I brushed my finger lightly across her silky cheek. She felt like the skin of a warm, ripe peach. At the call of my touch, Sam's expression softened further and she opened a pair of disconcertingly restless eyes.\nShe looked up at me and smiled. \"Anybody ever tell you you're cute?\"\n\"Anybody ever tell you you're beautiful?\"\nSam's expression changed to a wistful look. \"Yes. But coming from you I think I believe it for the first time.\"\nI leaned down and kissed her.\nSam closed her eyes and I felt my lips brush hers, gently. She lifted her free hand to the back of my neck and urged me to stay in position. She opened her mouth and I accepted her invitation. Our tongues played, slowly at first and then with increasing intensity. We explored, tasted, felt the heat rise and the relief flow.\nWhen we opened our eyes we were both smiling.\n\"I've wanted to do that for so long.\" I tried to stay calm.\n\"Me too.\"\nSuddenly, there was no rush for either of us and we lay there, kissing and holding each other for almost an hour. It was like we'd finally come home after a long journey. \"You think this will change anything between us?\" Sam asked from the comfort of my arms.\n\"No.\" I giggled, kissing her again, partly because I finally could and partly because it felt so damn good.\n\"Well, I was kind of hoping it would change one thing.\" She smirked.\n\"What's that?\"\n\"I was hoping you don't have to go home tonight.\"\nWe continued to lie on the sofa for a while but now that we knew where the evening was headed, it was only a matter of time before Sam took my hand again and led me to her bedroom. In the end, just like crossing the road, she did it without a word, simply feeling that the time was right. I'm sure she was as nervous as I was, but it felt like she was the strong, assured, one at that point. \"You get in the bed,\" she instructed when we got to the bedroom, \"I'll take the dog out and I'll be with you in a few minutes.\"\nWhen she'd gone I switched on a small bedside light, turned off all the other lights and stripped to my briefs. Then I slipped under the covers. My full erection was already straining at the thought of what was about to happen. I heard Sam come back up the stairs, my whole body swimming in thoughts of how we'd finally got to this place.\nWithout a word, Sam started to take off her clothes when she got back into the bedroom. I watched as she slipped down her skirt and panties. I couldn't see much as she was side-on to me but when she threw off her shirt and pulled her bra away I watched in the dim light as her beautiful breasts swung free beneath her as she leant to climb into the bed, naked.\nSam immediately came close to me and laid her soft body along the length of mine. Her legs wrapped around me and I felt the fuzzy touch of her pubic hair rest against the thigh that I allowed to push between her legs. She felt hot and soft as she let her hands caress my back and wander down to my waist. \"You don't need these.\" She pulled at my briefs, her head disappearing beneath the bedclothes as she pulled them away from my legs. Now she snuggled back against me and I felt the raw hardness of my cock press into her side.\nIt was impossible not to smile like a child at Christmas as I ran my hands over Sam's back and sides, down as far as feeling the curves of her gorgeous bottom. At the same time she was touching my chest, letting her fingers caress my cheek and pushing her thigh tight against my hard on. \"Feels like you're quite excited by this new situation.\" Sam chuckled, moving her thigh against me again.\n\"I've been excited by the prospect of this for years Sam,\" I admitted, the heat between her legs becoming more obvious than the delicate fur of her pubic hair.\nSam smiled and rolled her body over to lie on top of mine. \"I always hoped we would.\" She looked straight down into my eyes. \"Always wondered what it would be like when your best friend becomes your lover. Shall we find out?\"\nAs she slipped her body downwards I felt the tip of my cock bump against her heat. It felt like she was already wet and if I pushed I could enter her easily. I wasn't quite ready for that though; I wanted this night to be memorable for a lot more than a \"quickie\".\nI eased Sam's body up and away from me, encouraging her to sit astride me. I brought my hands up to cup her breasts, those very objects I'd wondered about for so long. She had smaller nipples than I imagined and they were already reacting to my touch, hardening between my fingers and standing out in the half-light. Sam's eyes closed as my touch pleased her but she was moving her own hand down my chest, slowly closing on my erection.\nWhen her fingers touched me it sent a wave of excitement through my body that I hadn't been expecting. Years of anticipation had a pleasure-increasing effect. Sliding her body downwards at an angle, she exposed all of my cock to her touch and allowed me to continue massaging her nipples. At first her touch was light and teasing as her fingers brushed every part of my throbbing hard on. I watched as Sam looked down and let her fingertips trace around the head of my cock, lifting it up from my body and slipping her fingers underneath. Then she took hold of me, her small hand gripping me firmly and stroking my length for the first time.\nI don't have a huge cock, but that night it was as long and thick as I've ever known it, feeling awesome in Sam's hand, the head swollen already and providing a barrier that her fingers bumped against as she stroked up and down slowly.\nI moved our bodies again so that I could join her sitting up. Sam's hand swiveled so that her palm was now stroking the underside of my upright cock and I bent my head down so that my mouth could go to work on her breasts. Very quickly I found that she loved having my tongue flick over her nipples so I continued with that for a while, using my hand on her other breast, kneading and pushing back gently into her body.\nAs we enjoyed each other's bodies for the first time, I noticed Sam's thighs separate, inviting me to explore, so with my free hand I traced a path down her belly to the top of her pubic mound. As my fingers slipped through the small trimmed bush above her pussy I could feel her body begin to stiffen with anticipation and I let my index finger probe down a little further, feeling the soft skin of her lips and how they were already coated in her juices.\nShe felt silky and warm to my touch, her lips easily parting and folding around my fingertip as I explored her. Looking into her face, I saw that her eyes were closed and her hand's movement on me had ceased. Her breathing was already slowing as she enjoyed what I was doing to her. She sighed as I slipped my finger further inside her and felt the heat of her wetness. As I probed deeper and squeezed her nipple I felt Sam gasp and she bent towards me, eager to share a huge open-mouthed kiss as I pushed at her buttons. It only took the palm of my hand to close over her clit and move against it a few times for her to explode.\nIt was one of the most unexpected moments of my life, feeling Sam climaxing in my arms in such a short time. Her mouth tried to clamp onto mine and struggle to breathe at the same time as her body froze and rose up from the bed, her pussy pushing hard back against my hand as she came. I thought I heard her gasp \"Oh God\" several times as I pulled on her breasts and pushed into her pussy and clit. In the heat of her moment I forgot about my own excitement, even though she still had a firm grip on me. I smiled with her in relief as she started to come down, her head falling against my shoulder and her lips playfully kissing at my skin.\nMy arms closed around her, feeling even closer to Sam than ever before. She was still pulling on me but it was understandable that she wasn't able to concentrate on me for the moment.\n\"I can't believe I came, just like that.\" Her words were still breathy but she sounded happy. \"No one's ever done that before.\" She brought her face in front of me and we kissed deeply. \"I think it's time for this to find a new home.\" She pulled on me with an extra tug, smiling, knowing I wanted nothing more.\nSlipping back down to the mattress, she lay on her back and held my sides as I positioned myself to straddle her. As I bent forward for another kiss I felt her hand regain its grip on my hard on and begin gently stroking me. When I took my weight onto my arms and started to slide downwards she held me, guided me and I looked down at the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My beautiful friend was now my lover.\nIn that moment the standard missionary position was the best way to express what was happening between our minds and bodies. I stared intently into Sam's smiling eyes as I eased my body upwards and my cock bumped against her willing pussy and started to slip effortlessly inside. Her eyes slowly closed and then opened again in a kind of sigh as I traveled the depth of her slick and welcoming opening. She was right, it did feel like home.\nHer eyes never left mine as I started to slowly pull out and push in with deep and long strokes. \"God, I knew you would feel good. I just knew it.\"\nSam raised her pelvis and allowed me to plunge deeper into her. I was dizzy with the moment, how it felt emotionally to be with her finally and how incredible it felt physically to have her clamped around me, her pussy walls squeezing my cock as it excited us both and built up a steady rhythm.\nIt was easily the most incredible first time I'd ever known. As I started to feel the slow-burn rise of orgasm build I simply continued to watch Sam's face and keep a steady pace. She was using her hands to caress my sides and run over my back which kept my whole body tingling and in tune with the building climax. When she noticed my breathing stutter a couple of times a wider smile crossed her face and she took hold of my ass cheeks and started to encourage my every stroke.\n\"You feel so good Baby,\" she whispered. \"I want you to come for me. I want to feel you come inside me.\"\nShe didn't have long to wait. I wanted to tell her how good it felt, but words were far from my physical capabilities at that moment. I could feel the wonderful sensations of my cock slipping in and out of her, bumping up against her as I got as deep as possible. I felt my balls start to tighten and tingle as they prepared for their release. Every urge in my body screamed at me to increase speed, thrust faster, cum, but I was incapable as I looked down at Sam. There was no sense of hurry in her look. She only cared about how good the moment was.\nAs slow as the onset of the climax was, it still made me gasp as the intensity of it gripped me. My body went onto autopilot and continued to thrust slowly and deeply into Sam and the raging fire of a huge orgasm started to creep its way through every inch of my body. My muscles tensed involuntarily, but they lacked nothing in feeling as the spasms continued longer than I'd ever experienced. Only when the feeling peaked did I feel the pressure build in my balls and shoot into her pussy. \nWhen the orgasm finally started to subside I collapsed on top of her and felt her arms pull me tight. As my body started to regain some control I rolled over, pulling Sam onto her side with me and easing my thigh between her legs again, it felt so comfortable there as her arms closed around me.\nGently kissing each other back down from that unforgettable coupling, I couldn't stop staring at Sam's face, wondering at how beautiful she'd been to me from the first moment I saw her and how content she looked and felt in my arms.\n\"Who knew eh?\" she laughed.\nI couldn't hide my own smirk. \"I think we both did. And have known for a long time.\"\nSam eased our bodies apart slightly and I felt her hand wriggle down towards my semi-hard cock. She closed her fingers around it and we both felt an immediate surge. \"How many times do you think we can do it tonight?\" She giggled. \"Because I think we've got some lost time to make up for.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In the midst of a devastating rainstorm and natural disaster, two reporters find solace and warmth in each other's arms. Explore their intense connection as they navigate the challenges of their assignment. Incorporate elements such as hypothermia, a blackout, and the urgency of time running out. Write a steamy scene between them where they seek comfort and pleasure amidst chaos. Don't forget to include details about their physical attraction, their desperate need for intimacy, and the risk they are taking by giving in to their desires. Use tags like romance, natural disaster, forbidden love, heat in darkness.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I work as a reporter for the county newspaper. We were organized recently and given assignments to cover the recent rains and flooding in California. I'm the only guy in the whole outfit, except for the editor in chief.\nAs we gathered and were given our assignments, I was selected to cover the coastal landslides. With the loss of life involved, we were going to put two reporters on the scene to provide detailed coverage.\nOn any dual-assignment, this was the part I hate the most. I'm young and trim; this leads to all kinds of harassment from my female co-workers who are all fat, fatter, or fat and bitter. All except for one, but I never drew assignments with her. The short gal all the others hated, as physically fit as I was, had waist-long, straight red hair. Her name was Tracy, and she was engaged to the editor in chief. He gave her the good assignments.\nImagine my shock at the announcement that Tracy would be assigned with me. In thinking about the assignments, ours was the plum job. At least Tracy didn't hate me and I could stare at her cute ass all week long. The others all used my looks as a way to either claim I was harassing them or to put moves on me. Nothing can turn a stomach like a fat cow with the moon in her eyes.\nI treated the assignment like an assignment but hadn't realized the extent of the damage the rains were causing. We were booked into a seaside hotel about forty minutes away from the major damage. I worked with Tracy the first day on organizing our plan of coverage. She was hopeless as far as anything happening, but at least she was nice and fun to look at. She always treated me well.\nWe put in two solid days of wet camera work and note taking as we interviewed local home and business owners. Seeing the damage firsthand is always more devastating than what is seen on TV. Despite whatever perspective is used, all the damage looks smaller on the tube.\nAt the end of an exhausting second day, I invited Tracy to join me for soup at the hotel restaurant.\nShe looked a little reluctant, but nodded. \"Sure. Soup sounds really good.\"\nWe met at the register and were seated at a table by the window. Water dripped down from the ceiling here and there into buckets while we sat there. The rain was coming down harder. We Californians know what hard rain is, but they last only a few minutes and are gone. Invariably, some idiot decides he can prove he has a big dick by trying to swim across a river during the rains. Happens every time. But this rain was longer than any other in memory. This was a hard rain that lasted not minutes, but hours, and hours that stretched into days. This was like nothing seen in my lifetime.\nI think both of us were awed by the display of mother nature, and we both kept looking out the window at the great Pacific ocean as it roiled and bubbled under the rain's onslaught.\n\"Sort of reminds you how mortal we are, and how powerless...\" I murmured.\nTracy glanced at me in surprise. \"I was thinking the same thing; how we can't stop something so vast.\"\nI nodded.\n\"We're always in control all the time, managing and directing, but this makes you feel powerless against nature.\" She picked at her napkin. \"It's almost frightening.\"\n\"Almost?\" I asked. \"This weather is scaring the hell out of me!\"\nTracy looked nervous for a moment and smiled her wonderful smile briefly. \"I thought I was the only one who felt scared.\"\nI reached across and gave her hand a single, encouraging touch. She looked down in embarrassment.\nWe ate and made small talk about our careers; journalists always feel they're going to save the world. I asked Tracy about her impending marriage out of courtesy. Her and Ian the editor were going to be married in less than two weeks. The courtship had been too long - almost a year. But Ian had wanted to be sure he was established in his position before committing to marriage.\nI told her about my divorce almost ten years ago. You marry young and realize you've made a mistake, so you correct the problem. But people looked on someone divorced as having some stigma of relationship-failure. You almost have to keep divorce secret for fear of it chasing you your whole life with failure after failure.\nTracy appeared interested, and not judgmental for me having admitted to a previous marriage. \"You don't seem so bad; why didn't it work?\"\nGreat, she might be giving me a chance, but even she equates divorce with \"bad.\" \"Well, she wanted a family right away, but wanted to run off on her career. I was all for career and making sure that was secure before starting a family. She didn't want to wait for either.\"\nTracy looked confused. \"She expected to do both at once? That's not possible, is it?\"\n\"It is if you can run off on your career path while the husband takes care of the family.\"\nTracy formed a circle with her mouth. \"Oh.\"\n\"She was too young to consider either, seriously. So was I for that matter.\"\nOur conversation turned to lighter subjects and we ended the evening on the second floor landing. The lights were out in the hotel hallways, except for the emergency exit lights, which were on battery back-up. Tracy lingered from going to her door down the other hall.\n\"Matt...\" Tracy said with a tremor in her voice.\n\"Yes?\" I turned to her in the dark.\n\"Umm, would you mind sitting with me until the lights come back on? I don't want to sit in the dark alone.\" She hugged herself.\n\"Oh, yeah, sure.\" What was I thinking? What a jerk I was to think she didn't need some emotional support during a blackout.\nI sat with her in her room. She sat on the bed with a pillow hugged to her while I sat in the room's only chair. We talked and joked to pass the time. It's times like these where you miss the inanity of TV. But then, I wasn't missing it. I was getting to talk with Tracy before she tied the knot and was gone forever.\nWe really tried to do our job the next day. Really.\nWe walked outside to discover that Mother Nature had other plans. Not only had it continued to rain, and rain hard, but the ground up here had gone soft. The entire ocean side of the parking lot had given way and both our cars were laying in a tumble of broken asphalt and mud. My guess is that they were totaled. Not only the cars, but all of the telephone poles on this one side.\nI pissed off Mother nature's plans, though, and whipped out my cell. Within twenty minutes, the newsroom had been apprised of our situation. We were told to continue covering from where we were since we were now in the middle of it, and we would be picked up at the end of the assignment.\n\"We're slated for pick-up Saturday.\" I snapped the cell shut.\n\"What are we going to do without cars?\"\n\"Cover the reporting from here.\" I shrugged. Our cars were as good a picture as any, so I readied the camera for some firsthand material.\nWe did a fast job of splitting tasks for the day and separated. People don't like reporters, but they love to talk. Once past the initial hostility, you get tons of info, some good, some useless. Unfortunately for me, I had to write small for fear of filling my notepad. All my extras had been in the trunk of the car.\nSince we were limited to the same vicinity, I saw when she approached the café. I was busy sipping coffee, and she joined me in a wet plop of jacket and purse.\n\"Am I ever going to be warm again?\" Her teeth chattered.\nMy eyebrows raised into my scalp. Was I that stupid I couldn't see her shivering? \"I'm sorry, you want my jacket?\"\nShe glanced at it but said nothing.\nI looked at it and realized that mine was just as soaked. Due. I felt like an idiot. \"Oh, I'm sorry. How stupid.\"\n\"No, that's okay. Thanks for offering.\" She huddled in on herself.\nShe ordered soup with chattering teeth. She was really cold.\nCan I be any more dense? I got out of the booth and scooted in beside her. I reached my arm around and tried to hold her as best I could in the booth. Usually, you feel some warmth created, but all I felt was cold.\n\"Your jacket isn't weatherproof?\"\n\"I don't know, it's just a jacket.\" She started to shiver less as some semblance of warmth was generated.\n\"Oh. Mine is treated. It gets wet, but takes longer. You're soaked through to the skin.\"\nThe soup really helped and she thanked me for warming her. I didn't move back to my side, and she said nothing. If Ian had walked in here, I'd be looking for another job, I'm sure. Even as wet as she was, she smelled wonderful.\n\"I probably look like a drowned rat,\" she looked into her soup.\n\"No, you look beautiful...\" I realized I was speaking my mind without thinking. \"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to harass you or anything...\"\n\"Oh stop it. I'm not like those other women.\" She gave me a stern look.\n\"No, you're not,\" I said slowly. \"Are you?\"\nShe looked into my eyes and we locked gazes. Neither of us blinked. We both stared and kept staring, waiting to see how long it could be held without someone breaking it. The waitress asked if we wanted more coffee and we both broke the look at the same time in embarrassment.\nWednesday dawned with an even harder rain. We had only short periods of electricity in the hotel, so there wasn't much point to hanging around. We both separated again to cover the remaining locals we hadn't gotten to yesterday. The day was one mad dash for door followed by another.\nAt the end of my run for the day, I saw Tracy had already finished. She was standing out by the freeway aiming her camera up the hill. I trotted out to her in the darkening rain.\n\"Whatcha got?\" I asked.\n\"Up there,\" she waved the camera a little. \"A section of that hillside is moving.\"\nI scanned the hill, but saw nothing. It butted up against the freeway, though. If it slid, the road would be blocked. I took out my camera and held it at my side. I looked along the freeway, and back behind us to the hotel and the sea.\n\"Oh my god! Look!\" Tracy screamed.\nAt her voice I had heard what sounded like a breeze of air mixed with rain. I turned to see a huge section of the hillside rushing down to the freeway. Mud and water cascaded onto the freeway as Tracy snapped what would be some fantastic candid shots. But with her eye to the camera, she couldn't see the traffic veer wildly as it approached the now blocked road.\nI could feel it. We were standing right across from the slide. The only place for those vehicles to go was where we were standing. I didn't bother yelling, or anything. I just grabbed her around the waist and pulled hard. Without time to turn, I backpedaled hard. Of course, something was low behind me, I'm not sure what, but my heel hooked it and down we went just as a large delivery truck passed close to where we had been standing. He hit a small lake of water there as he fishtailed and we were drenched as we went down.\nThe truck probably would have missed us, but it would have been close. I tried my best to keep our cameras from the water, but the only way to be sure would be to get them inside. I helped Tracy up as the rain decided it wasn't coming down hard enough and doubled in intensity. Black clouds replaced the merely dark gray ones.\nWe rushed back to the hotel entrance as thunder sounded in the distance. We both shook in startlement at the fury of the storm. The lights were out again but Tracy didn't have to ask. We went to her room and I quickly toweled off the cameras like a concerned mother hen.\nShe said something about the muddy water on her skin. Her reminder brought it to me, too. I could feel the grit on my skin. It's not a good feeling.\n\"I'm going to shower this off, okay, Matt?\"\n\"Sure. I'll go after you.\"\n\"Okay,\" she smiled, shivering.\nWhile getting the grit off might have been a great idea, it wasn't until I was in the shower after her that I realized that without electricity, the water was ice cold. I hadn't bothered to ask her about it, because I didn't want to give her the wrong idea. I had just brushed by her and into the bathroom.\nNot only did I realize there was no electricity and thus no hot water, I realized as I got in that I had nothing to change into. I'd have to run to my room in a towel. How the hell did Tracy stand the cold? I yelped several times as I forced myself to shower off the grit.\nWhen I got out, the towels provided no heat and no comfort. I was shivering so hard that I wondered if I was going to die. I stumbled out to tell her I'd be right back after getting some clothes. She was wrapped up in the blankets of the bed, and she didn't answer me.\nI leaned over her to make eye contact, and she looked at me from a deathly white face. Her lips were almost a brilliant blue.\nI'm not sure who was more scared. Me for her and the possibility she was suffering from hypothermia, or her when she saw my panic. Both our eyes widened, mine then hers.\nI clawed at her blankets. My hands touched her face and neck. Ice cold. This was not good. \"You're too cold!\"\nIf her core temperature dropped too low, her heart could stutter and fail. I looked around wildly for a heat source, but there was no electricity. The thunder outside sounded like doom.\nI fought with her to get her uncovered. She clutched to the blankets, not knowing what I was doing. I succeeded in getting her uncovered. I then dropped my towel and climbed on top of her, covering us with the blankets again.\n\"What are you doing?\" She stuttered at me.\n\"If we don't raise your temperature, you could die.\" I pressed her down and covered her with my body as best I could. I arranged the blankets tightly and hoped I remembered everything. Then I remembered the joke about kissing. Kiss and heat it up. Warmth into the breathing tract will warm the hypothalamus which regulates body heating.\n\"Listen to me. You need warm, moist air. We have none except for what we make. Kiss me for warmth.\" I lowered my mouth to her cold one. I kissed her gingerly since we were both shivering. I stopped for a second. \"If I had any other way to do this, I would, okay?\"\n\"Okay, I understand. I remember the hypothermia articles we did.\"\nI went back to kissing her. She kissed back and our tongues shook together. She shifted under me to get as comfortable as she could until she got warm. Never in a zillion years would I have imagined myself actually in bed with Tracy. Not just in bed, but naked, pressed against her lovely body, and our tongues roving together. So maybe it wasn't due to romance, but I'd take what I could get before Ian locked it all away.\nI'm not sure how much time had passed, but I remember coming to the realization that the kissing was warm, and fun. Our mouths had melted and were once again soft and sensuous, rather than rigid from the cold. Not only that, but some warmth was finally working through to our bones. Both of us would wiggle a little as small pockets of warmth collected. The wiggling was just not the thing for me to be doing. Our knees kept knocking and my dick was getting hard.\nAfter just a few minutes of wiggling around, my dick was solid and poking at her hip. She tried to shift around to keep comfortable, but we couldn't find a position. All this while we were still kissing. Finally, we both realized that I was arched up trying to keep my dick from touching her and the warmth was getting away. She pulled on one leg and used it to shift me between hers.\nOh, I thought I was gonna die. I lowered myself onto her, my dick resting on her pubic bone. That was quite a bit more comfortable. We went back to kissing. I ran my hands over her head, checking for temperature, but soon I was doing it because I could get away with it.\nI wasn't the only one squirming. I would squirm when my dick started to ache from laying on a hard pubic bone, but I noticed after several minutes that Tracy was also squirming. Her hips would thrust up against mine, and then stop - almost as if she realized what she was doing. I tried to sit still and concentrate on the kissing.\nApparently, that's what turned her on. Once I figured that, I started kissing really deep. Her hips responded energetically. I could feel her thin patch of pubic hair rubbing against the base of my dick. Unfortunately, that made the bone grind into my dick even harder.\n\"Ouch,\" I murmured.\nShe froze with panic on her face. \"Sorry,\" she started.\n\"No, no, just let me get comfortable.\" I raised up enough to reach my hand down. What little warmth escaped. I angled my dick down between her legs and laid back down.\nWe shivered together and wiggled around. That was maddening, but the warmth began to build again, quicker this time. My dick was rubbing her pussy but it wasn't supposed to be romantic. Talk about frustrating.\n\"Kiss again?\" She asked.\nI was so frustrated, I had forgot. \"Oops, sorry. Sure.\"\nI scooted back up to kiss her and my dick dragged against her opening and clit. I wanted to cry. I lowered my mouth over hers and she started kissing me hungrily. She probably wanted to get this all over with. In less than a month she was throwing it all away, so she probably wanted to be a good girl. As if to underscore her eagerness to hurry up, her hips began working against mine. She would have been a great lay.\nI sort of lost track again kissing until a gasp escaped her lips.I quickly tried to realize if I was doing something painful. No, but our crotches were firmly pressed together and we were mutually rubbing them against each other. Her hands ran up and down my back, but not like she was feeling for warmth. In fact, there was a good deal of warmth, now, and only our feet were still cold.\nI sadly acknowledged to myself that I would have to be getting off. I opted for a few last kisses. She kissed me back so eagerly and almost raised off the bed as she thrust her vagina at me. I froze for a moment as it occurred to me that she was feeling lust, too. Yes, she was indeed.\n\"What's wrong?\" She asked, concerned. No chatter to her teeth.\n\"I think we're getting warm.\"\n\"Oh.\" Disappointment screamed from her voice.\nI felt like pushing my luck. Under the pretenses of feeling for warmth, I ran my hand along her skin. I started at her head, stroked her neck, then lifted up to stroke down to her breasts. She heaved them up at me and moaned almost inaudibly as I brushed them.\nIf she liked it, I was going further. I circled my fingers around one nipple until I felt her start to shake. \"Still cold I guess.\"\n\"Yes, I think so,\" she agreed. She pumped her hips at me and drew my head down for more kissing.\nI shifted around down there until my dick was squarely rubbing up and down her moist opening. Her vagina was soft and inviting. I wanted to slide it in so bad. What would she know if I just kept shifting? When would she stop me?\nI pulled up farther this time so the helmet of my dick passed over her hole. She shuddered beneath me. I leaned down and kissed her as I pushed down. The helmet passed down over her lips and she almost bit my tongue. I think she liked it, so I kept doing it.\nTracy's red hair was almost dry and her features looked serene without make-up on. Lust had hit her face, several times. It was painted all over it. When I stopped my massage of her pussy, she continued without me. I was determined to see how far she would go, but didn't want to ever be accused of taking advantage of her. I rolled to the side and hugged her to me. After a second, she knew what I was doing and rolled with me until I was on bottom.\nShe leaned down over me and kissed me as she worked her pussy back against my dick in ever-increasing desperation. I reached down to bring it forward, to lay it on my lower abdomen, and she raised enough to let me. I gazed at her beautiful body above me as she settled back down to sit on the underside of my dick. She slid back and forth on it as it laid on my lower abdomen.\nBetween kissing me and squirming, her hands began pulling at me. I could feel her tension mounting. She was almost frantic. I reached down again and gripped my dick. I held it up so that she was forced to work with it as a potential penetration. She worked her very wet pussy all up and down it as I held it there. \n\"Oh, Matt!\" Tracy moaned.\nI angled the helmet at her opening and she slowed enough to tease herself with it. She froze for a second, and then shifted to sit with her opening directly on the top of my dick. If I moved, it would penetrate. I didn't have to because she wasn't waiting. She thrust her hips down harder than I would have thrust into her. She wanted it in and didn't want to wait.\n\"Oh, Matt!\" She yelled out as she sank down onto me.\nI didn't have to do anything. Tracy was wild on me, lifting herself up and down as she fucked me. I marveled at her beauty as she made my dick disappear into her over and over. It felt so good, so wonderful, so hot and wet. I grabbed the flare of her hips and held on. She groaned in lust and fucked me harder. She wasn't messing around. All the way up, and then all the way down in one slamming movement.\nThe look on her face said she wasn't regretting it.\n\"I'm not wearing a condom, Tracy.\"\nShe gasped. \"I don't care. Come in me.\"\n\"Are you sure?\" I was worried.\n\"Yes! I want you to shoot in me. Shoot it all in me. Deep!\" Her eyes were closed as she hammered herself up and down on me.\nThat was it for me. I pulled her hips down hard on me and ground my hips in wild circles under hers. She knew what was happening and ground back against me. Convulsions started hitting me as she screamed out and quivered violently. I pushed up as far as I could, my dick pushing deep inside and I let the sperm gush out of me and into her. With each jerking spasm of sperm that shot into her, I figured it an early wedding present from me to them. She would never forget this, and neither would I.\nWe saved each other, I'm sure, from probable death. But I don't think we can tell anyone. We spent the last two days in bed, mostly. There would never be another chance, and we were going to enjoy it before it was all over." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and forbidden desire between Tim and Doctor Bana as they engage in a secret rendezvous. Incorporate elements of stealth, anticipation, and risk into the narrative. Craft a scene where Tim's hands explore every inch of Doctor Bana's body, from her breasts to her thighs, while they both struggle to remain silent. Include explicit details about their passionate encounter, such as fingerfucking and clit stimulation. Highlight the intensity of their pleasure as they navigate the danger of being caught by Doctor Bana's aunt. Consider incorporating themes of power dynamics and domination/submission into their sexual exploration. Conclude the prompt with an unexpected twist: after being discovered by the aunt, Tim finds himself unexpectedly engaged to Doctor Bana and must navigate this new reality together. Tags: erotic romance, forbidden love, secret affair, clandestine encounter, fingerfucking, nipple play" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It seemed to him that he had lost all his stealth skills, for as he crept forward on the thin plastic sheeting covering on the floor, it made sudden noises that would surely wake the girl, or even the elderly aunt asleep in the next room. He was on his hands and knees in the dark hoping that there was nothing in his path on the way to the girls bed.\nBut he had lain awake since she had come into the room and blown out the lamp to undress and climb into bed. His bed was in an alcove adjoining her room in the far corner and he could hear all the sounds she made pulling off her clothes and even while falling sleep. At last had judged that the noises of her breathing were those of one who was sound asleep. That was when he had rolled off his bed in such a way as to make the least possible noise. Crawling forward he could make out the dark outline of her bed and hear her rhythmic breathing. Sweeping his hand before him in slow swathes, he searched for any objects that would clatter loudly in the sleeping house and wake the occupants. He wouldn't know how to explain his presence on the floor in that animal posture!\nFrom time to time the plastic sheeting would come unstuck from the floor it was meant to be covering with a quiet, but sharp sound. Why people used these sheets as carpets he could never tell, except perhaps that they couldnt afford real carpets. He got alongside her bed and the sound of her breathing in her sleep was so good, almost like music.\nAs his hand stole stealthily toward her bed, he felt the netting of the mosquito net. He moved his hand to burrow under it and the blankets. When his fingers almost touched her warm body he nearly snatched his hand away but he knew any sudden movements were fatal; they would cause her to wake up before he had attained his goal. So he let the hand rest awhile in the warmth of the beddings near her body. He was already drawing deep breaths from his excitement.\nWhen he judged that he had warmed up to the same temperature as her skin he advanced to run it softly over her stomach region. The pleasure almost caused him to moan. Lightly he ran the flat of his palm over a few times before going in search of her breasts.\nDuring the evening as they had taken supper, he had cast eyes over her body in the sideways light of the kerosene lamp. Though it was not the first time they had met, previously it was in meetings with large numbers of people, and so beyond noticing that she was a lovely woman he knew nothing other than that her name was Doctor Bana. It amazed him that one so young could be a qualified doctor but such seemed to be that case. She was possessed of a lean clean figure and her very dark, almost black skin glowed with her beauty. He desired her powerfully and there were times someone mentioned something about her fiancée, which made him glow inwardly.\nNow his hand lay on her small breasts. Oh, good, he thought to himself, she does not wear a bra to bed as he felt them through the sheer fabric of her night-dress. At least she did not wear some old t-shirt. When he felt her nipples harden he knew he was on to something. He rubbed them ever so gently, still afraid he would wake her if he got too vigorous. Cupping one he rested his hand over it gently, then began to pulsate his fingers with a soft kneading motion. There was a small movement through her body and a soft sound escaped her, Ah, so she is not sleeping as soundly now, he thought.\nUsing his fingertips he pinched the nipple together very gently, squeezing it a few times. If he had been unsure whether she was aware of him before, she now put her hand over his, and a hiss escaped her lips. He spread the fingers to reach the other breast so he could attack both at the same time. At this, he thought he heard her call his name quietly. Deftly he changed hands so that he could continue with breast ministrations while starting on another project. Even though the new hand was slightly cooler she did not seem to mind. His other hand was exploring her tummy area, but with intent rather than earlier when he had been merely gauging layout.\nWhen he squeezed the belly button he could feel her body respond. It was now only a matter of time to her thighs and then the real prize. He let his hand run briefly to her knee along the thigh, and back up again. A few more movements on the stomach and then his hand lay firmly on her nearside thigh. He rubbed this, feeling her legs parting a little way.\nNow he could be brave and get his hand under the night-dress and contact real flesh. It felt almost feverishly hot as he crossed to the farside thigh and continued fondling. Higher up he climbed towards her panties and she parted her legs further. The panty was of a ribbed material that did not let him feel the mound well, though it created the illusion of pubic hair. Both of them let out a soft moan when he put his hand fully on her cunt and rubbed a few times over her panty. Hooking one finger on the farside hem he entered the forest region of her pubis. She was really enjoying this now, and only a vague thought of the aunt sleeping in the next room occurred to them.\nHe arrived at her slit, by now damp with the first of her love juices accompanied by a little sweat. Removing the hand from under the panty, he tugged a little on the waistband as if begging permission. She lifted herself slightly off the bed meaning that he could peel the undergarment off her. Now she was wide open to him. And he could feel her welcome.\nVisiting her slit again he touched her with masterly strokes, each time parting her lips a bit more. He could feel her wriggling start. Running his finger all the way down to the crack of her ass, he sought entry into her love hole without wanting to excite the clit just yet. As was normal with him, the feel of her wet slipperiness caused wild feelings to rage all through him.\n'She is wet just for me!' he thought. Presently he had managed to inveigle the first joint of his forefinger into her and pulled it out again. She seemed to be begging him to enter her, but it was getting to be very exciting to him that he had such a young body to play with. Her cunt muscles even at the entrance were very firm. Fingerfucking began in earnest now. He slid more and more of his finger with each stroke until it was all the way in. She was panting through open lips to avoid making any loud noises. At one point his stroke carried the finger all the way out and bumped it against the clit. This time she actually let out a cry. So her clit is that sensitive, he thought. He would continue to touch it unexpectedly. On another inward stroke he dug deep into her and let it explore her vulva. This also gave her great pleasure as she squirmed on the bed as if she would get off it.\nOne hand was still on her breasts massaging them, pinching lightly on the nipples. The combined pleasure of all that stimulation was driving her crazy Bucking furiously on the bed, she softly kept calling his name, saying, \"Aaah sweet, so sweeeeet! Oh, Tim fuck me hard!\" but in such low tones that her aunt would not hear from her room. On a stroke that came from her deepest depths and knocked against her clit a few times, her body suddenly went stiff and he could hear her teeth grinding together as she came powerfully. She pushed her body against his hand several times and a faint whistle came from her tightly clamped teeth as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.\nFinally her body went limp and he knew he had given her his present, which she would always treasure even after her forthcoming wedding to another. He laid his head on her breast as she cooled down and put an arm around his shoulders. He turned his head and ran his lips over her erect nipples and restarted movements of his finger still buried deep in her cunt.\nShe whispered, \"Please Tim, don't!\" but he could tell she didn't expect to be obeyed in the least. His finger moved more easily now that her come was all over her cunt. The wetness excited our hero so much that it was not long before he was fucking her in earnest again. This time he let his finger touch the walls of her vagina as he slid in and out. He gave then clit more attention than before, causing her to climb up the ladder of excitement faster. She was moaning and humping her hips all over the bed that he became afraid the she no longer minded waking her aunt to find out what was happening under her very own roof!\nWhen he felt her hand come and close over his and hold on tight, he knew she was coming again. He felt the muscle spasms start in her cunt then her whole body stiffen like a corpse. There's not much difference between orgasming and dying, he thought to himself, wondering where he was going to use his wise saying, newly coined. This time he both felt and heard the come juice squirting out over his hand. He let it run its course without making any further movement. His lips on her nipples as she continued to come gave her even more excitement. She seemed to be climaxing for a full minute, or at any rate longer than he had known any woman to do.\nHe continued to lay his head on her breast and the feeling of closeness was very reassuring. They did not move for so long that his knees were aching when he next paid any attention. But they did not want to break the embrace. They lay quietly like that until suddenly the curtain over the door was thrown violently aside and the aunts voice was speaking stridently in that language of central Uganda. The girl couldn't think what to say in reply seeing as she still had a finger up her cunt and the smell of sex was heavy in the air. Probably because of that there was no need for her denial or for further speech from the aunt. She simply let her eyes rover over the scene and then commanded them to follow her lamp into the sitting room.\nSwitching to English, she commanded them. \"Kneel on the floor!\" She led them in saying the rosary and many prayers followed in that tongue that was yet strange to his ears. Afterwards she commanded them to get off their knees and sit on the sofa and told them, without giving them any chance to put in a single word, \"The wedding to your fellow doctor is now cancelled.\" He expected the young girl to start wailing, or at any rate offer some form of protest. Instead she only thanked her aunt for handling the matter so calmly.\nNow emissaries will be sent to the young mans village, the aunt said, to convey the message that the girl was in a foreign land and it was no longer possible for her to married into that clan and village.\nSo that is how Tim's imaginings of the night before become reality in a way he had not even gone as far considering possible. He was now going home with a bride whose profession was much sought-after in his country. The two just sat there holding hands not knowing what to do next until the aunt abruptly announced that she was going to bed and they could do whatever they liked.\nThe clock on the wall said it was a little after 1am so they also decided to go back to bed. We shall leave them there while we speculate whether the confrontation with aunt had frozen their desire, or they climbed into the same bed. After all they now belonged to each other." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate reunion between two lovers in the secluded wilderness. Incorporate elements of surprise, desire, and sensuality as they engage in a steamy outdoor shower session and indulge in oral pleasure. As their bodies intertwine on the bed, describe their intense lovemaking with vivid detail, capturing their synchronized movements and explosive climax. Don't forget to include elements of nature such as the cold mountain air and moonlit surroundings to enhance the atmosphere. Use tags like \"outdoor sex,\" \"reunion romance,\" \"wilderness adventure,\" and \"erotic passion.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun starts to slowly fall a slight cool breeze blowing in my face, the musical sounds of birds chirping and the last minute sounds of wild life filled the air. Thinking to myself, “I had better start back to camp”. I stand, put on my daypack, brush the dirt off my pants and start to slowly descend from the mountain.\nIt was early September and once again, I was archery hunting the east side of the Cascade Mountains for Elk. I had been hunting with friends for 16 years, but this year I found myself alone. I wasn’t afraid to be alone, for I knew these woods like the back of my hand, every creek, hill, and drainage were like old friends.\nStopping to drink out of the cold crystal clear creek, I can see in the distance; the ridge top that will take me back to camp, “I’d better quicken the pace”, I thought to myself.\nFinally cresting the last hilltop, I can see the valley below where my camp awaits. The bright moonlight shines through the trees as I make my way down the hill. Stopping briefly, to tighten my pack straps I suddenly hear the tall tail sounds of Elk approaching! One by one, the ghostly images pass, I stand quietly, not wanting to scare them, enjoying the sounds of these magnificent animals. Then, as quickly as they came they were gone! Excitement coursed through my body, “Wow, not to many people get to experience that”. I thought to myself.\nThe closer I got to my camp, the more vivid shadows dancing off the trees that surround my camper became. “Great, one of my friends must be there”, “can’t wait to tell them of my encounter tonight”. As I emerge from the dark forest, I see a single person by the fire, and wonder to myself, “who that could be”?\nWith two hundred yards to go, I can feel the strain of the three-mile hike. My body aches and I’m exhausted, but the thought of a stranger in my camp forces me to quicken my pace.\nAs I merge from the shadows of the twilight into the glimmering light of the fire, my eyes fill with tears. Shivers of elation course through my body! Frozen in my tracks, I yell her name, unconscious of the sounds escaping my mouth. She looks around startled for a moment and then, as her eyes adjust to the form standing just outside the light of the fire, she stands and runs to me.\nBefore I can drop my pack or lay down my bow, she is upon me. Her arms holding me tightly, she kisses me passionately.\nBreaking the kiss, “when and how did you get here?” I ask. “An hour ago”, she replied and went on to explain how she had called one of my friends from the airport, and that he had safely delivered her to my camp. Not being able to stay, he showed her around the campsite, opened the camper with his spare key, started the fire and left.\nAs I walked her to the camper, she said, “I have missed you so much that I had to be with you, I couldn’t stand being away from you any longer”. Hearing these wonderful words made my heart soar.\n“You are never away from me, you live in my dreams and in my heart, and now before me my dreams have come true”. Embracing her tightly, we kissed, her hand traveling down to the front of my pants and she lightly strokes me. A moan escaped my mouth as our kiss deepened.\nPulling away, “Honey, I need a shower, want to take one with me”? “You have a shower up here”, she asked. “Never leave home without it”, I replied.\nDropping my daypack, I started to get undressed. As I removed the last bit of clothes, I could feel her eyes upon me. “Are you going to come with me or just stand there?” I asked.\nLooking puzzled she asked, “Where is the shower?” “Outside!” I said, pointing to a make shift shower. Her eyes beamed bright and a smile appeared on her face, “Is it going to be cold”? “No I have all the hot water we need, and don’t worry, no one around for miles”!\nRemoving her clothes, my knees became weak. Her body resembled that of a goddess. Still nicely tan from the summer, her skin a golden brown. She has firm full round breasts with pointy nipples, which continually become hard as the cool air sweep over them. Her slender legs with well-defined muscles from hours at the gym lead to nicely painted delicate toes. But what was this? She was clean-shaven! As my eyes cascaded down her body, the desire in me almost became intolerable.\nAttempting to recollect myself I commented, “We need towels!” but as I moved around her, her hand grabbing my swollen member. “Please, not now”, I said with a quivering voice. She laughed and smiled.\nEscorting her to the shower, I wrapped both towels around her and then started the process of making hot water for the shower. In seconds, the water coming from the creek was hot. The steam rising into the air added to the clouds in the sky. I tested the water and helped her in, then carefully entered myself.\nWith a single flickering lantern hanging above, I could see every detail of her body, from her beautiful eyes to her red painted toes. She is indeed a goddess, “I thought”. Reaching for the soap, I brushed against her hard nipples. A slight, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips. As I stood, she put both arms around my neck and pulled me to her, crushing her breasts against my chest.\nThe warmth of her pressed against me felt so wonderful; it had been years since I had felt a body next to mine. With my hands on her face, I lifted her chin and passionately kissed her. She spontaneously started to grind herself into me. While kissing her, I started to soap her body from her neck to her ass, caressing anywhere that I could reach.\nBreaking the kiss, I looked deeply into her eyes and knelt. Taking one of her feet, I placed it on my knee and lathered her leg from her pretty toes to just below her pussy, and then I continued the process with the other leg. Each time I came close to her pussy, a soft moan would escape her lips. Standing, I lathered my hands and slowly slid them down towards her beautiful shaven pussy. With slow circular motions, I softly caressed her outer thighs, and then move to the inside. Never breaking eye contact, I then slid a soaped finger into her delicate mound, softly and ever so slowly as I began to rub.\nShe was now pushing her mound hard against my hand, while bracing herself against me. Within seconds she started to shake and with a load “YES!” she came. Smiling, I gently rubbed her while holding her tight while she recovered.\nWith a wicked smile, she pushed me back, grabbed the soap and said; “Now it’s my turn!” With her delicate hands she worked her magic; making sure never to touch my hard throbbing member. She made sure every inch of my body was clean, then she leaned forward kissed my ear and whispered, “I think I have forgotten something”! Slowly, she knelt down, trailing her hands down my body as she knelt, until she was level with my cock\nWrapping her soapy hands around the base, she started to slide her hand up and down. I had to hold onto the bar, which held the shower together as her hands worked their magic. She then rinsed my cock and looking into my eyes slowly slid me into her mouth.\nWhat a feeling! I had never felt anyone give me this much pleasure with a mouth. I couldn’t remove my eyes from her as she slid my cock from her mouth and using the tip of her tongue lightly pressed it into the hole, then swirled her tongue around the head.\nSucking my cock back into her mouth she started moaning which sent shivers up my spine. This was too much for me, almost yelling I exploded in to her mouth. She never missed a drop, sucking and licking till my cock became soft.\nWith my weakened arms, I picked her up and kissed her deeply. After the kiss, she whispered, “did you enjoy that”? At a loss for words, I hugged her tightly and kissed her neck.\nRegaining my strength, I turned the water off; and playfully we helped each other dry off. I carried her to the camper, where I placed her in the middle of the bed and covered her, warming her body as she warmed my soul. Patting the bed besides her she asked, “ coming?”\n“With you always”, I replied, “but need to take care of a couple of things, please stay in here, I won’t be long”.\nThe cold mountain air filled my lungs with each breath, as refreshing, as it was I hurriedly finished the last chore and went inside. She was already in peaceful slumber when I entered. Her breasts rising and falling with each breathe. I stood there not wanting to wake her, but also desperately needing her. “An angel is sleeping in my bed”, I thought to myself. So without waking her, I backed out of the partitioned room, grabbed a sleeping bag and went to sleep on the couch.\nSleeping came fast; I was exhausted. Sweet dreams of my love filled my head. The next thing I knew, I was hearing a soft sexy voice and a kiss on my ear, “wake my love for we have unfinished desires”. The cold air swept over my body as the zipper of my bag slid open.\nAs she climbed on top of me I could feel the coldness of her skin, “how long have you been standing there?” I asked. “Not long” she replied, “then I shall make you toasty warm”. Saying this, I pulled her to me and held her tight while rubbing her body with my hands.\nWe kissed as lovers, never wanting to stop, until she reached down and grabbed my hard swollen cock with her hand. “Are you trying to bruise me with this”, she asked? “Not on your life”, I replied. Trying to slide down my body, I stopped her. The pleading in her eye’s said all the words not spoken. I opened the sleeping bag, lifted her off of me, and carried her to the bed. “Now we can really enjoy each other”, I said to her.\nSide by side, with her feet near my head and mine near hers, we gave each other oral pleasure. Her sweet bald pussy, was delicious, her nectar lighter than air, almost evaporating inside my mouth. Sucking and licking sounds along with moans of pleasure filled the room. At the same moment we came together, exploding into each other’s mouths. We licked and sucked until both of us couldn’t stand anymore.\nSatisfied for the moment, I moved around till I was facing her. Kissing deeply, we tasted each other’s juices. I then bent down to her magnificent breasts and sucked each nipple till the excitement inside her became overwhelming. Pushing me onto my back, she straddled me. She then bent and sucked my nipples, one by one, sending electrical shocks up and down my spine.\nWith our passion building, my hardened throbbing cock found her wet tight pussy and with a slight forceful push upward, I entered her. A moan escaped her lips as I inched my way inside. Buried deeply, we lay there, basking in the exquisite pleasure of each other.\nWith small, almost unnoticeable circular motions, she started to move. With each upward thrust, she would push forward, until we reached a steady unified rhythm. Our bodies glistened with sweat; she gasped and said, “Almost there!” “Fuck me harder!”\n“Yessssss”. Now, pounding into her, I could feel her pussy muscles, tightening around my cock.\nI could feel her climax approaching, as well as mine. With one final thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her and came as she did. Exhausted, she lay on top of me, our hearts beating as one and she kissed me deeply and passionately.\nSadness fills my heart as I start the long climb up the mountain. I long to be with her, I need her, I lust for her. Images flood my mind of her, but I know full well, that the dream of her was just that – A Dream. Stopping briefly, I tighten my daypack straps, look down into the valley and vanish like the dream into the dark wilderness." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In the aftermath of discovering his wife's infidelity, a detective and his new partner delve into a twisted murder case involving a BDSM club. As they uncover more about the victims and their connection to a secretive trust, tensions rise between them. Explore their growing attraction amidst the dark secrets they uncover, leading to intense encounters in unexpected places. Incorporate elements such as dominance/submission dynamics, voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, and power play. Tags: erotic thriller, BDSM romance, infidelity, murder mystery" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked around the house and cursed.\n\"That fucking bitch! Damn It!\"\nThe whole house was a mess. The pots and pans from dinner, the night before, were still on the stove and the sink was full of dishes and pots from dinner two nights ago. The dirty laundry, in the bedroom, was stacked higher than the hamper it was supposed to be in, there was trash everywhere and she was not to be found. He was pissed!\nHe walked back to the den and kicked an empty pizza box out of the way as he was dialing the phone. All he got was her voicemail.\nSeething, he looked around the house and, trying to curb his growing anger, began to pick up trash and straighten the house.\nHe was silently sitting in the den, in the dark, when he heard the key in the lock of the front door. He watched her come in, carrying her heels and carefully shutting the front door, making as little noise as possible. As she tiptoed down the entryway, he spoke carefully and slowly.\n\"Care to explain where you've been?\"\nShe jumped and turned.\n\"You scared the fuck out of me, you asshole!\"\nHe stood, walked into the entry, turned on the light and looked at her. At first glance, everything seemed normal but, to someone who notices details, there was a story. He was a detective on the homicide squad so his business was details.\nHe noticed her makeup was smudged and patchy, except for her lipstick, which was fresh. She was still flushed and obviously sweaty. Her hair, which was usually so carefully arranged, was slightly in disarray and she was missing one earring.\n\"I'd ask you who you've been fucking but I'm not sure you even know their names.\"\nHe easily dodged the shoes she threw at him.\n\"YOU BASTARD!\"\n\"Are you going to deny it?\"\nShe stared back at him and then spat the words at him like weapons.\n\"No, you piece of shit of a husband. There were five of them and I fucked them all more times than I can count. What are you going to do about it, you fuck?\"\nHe looked at her and suddenly realized he no longer gave a shit. After eight years, he was done. Actually, he felt sorrier for her than he did anger. What was it that drove her to need to constantly have strange cocks in her pussy, ass and mouth? She never repeated with the same ones, they were always different.\n\"Nothing. I want you out of the house by tomorrow.\"\n\"Oh, NO! I'm not going anywhere! You can move but I'm staying!\"\nHe sighed. He had no intention of leaving the house, either.\n\"Then you're going to have to put up with me.\"\n\"HAH! You aren't ever here anyway and when you are, you're too tired or too preoccupied with a murder or something to even give a fuck about this marriage, much less fucking me.\"\nShe turned and stormed to the back of the house as he sighed deeply when he heard the bedroom door slam.\n\"Well, that's that, I guess.\"\nHe turned, sat back down in the recliner and picked up the full glass of scotch sitting on the table beside the chair. Maybe Glen Livet would rock him to sleep. Later, he roused and looked around. Pulling himself out of the recliner he stretched.\n\"Fuck, that chair is not a good place to sleep.\"\nHe glanced at the clock. He was going to have to hump it to make it to the office on time. He headed to the guest bath, to shower, not wanting to chance meeting her in the bedroom or master bath. He found some clean clothes in the laundry room and was soon headed out of the door to his office.\nIt turned into a routine day. Things were quiet in the city and they were reduced to chasing old leads on old cases which usually meant spending hours on the phone trying to find people that invariably didn't remember anything or had long since moved.\nWhen shift change finally came, he was relieved and then realized he had to go home. He looked around and thought about staying at the office but decided, instead, to head to the local bar where the other cops hung out, have a few drinks and at least have a few laughs.\nHe ended up staying until almost one am before he finally broke free of the crowd and headed out to his car. He checked himself and decided, if he was careful, he could make it the short distance home and drove carefully until he pulled into the driveway. He was still able to notice that her car was gone and shrugged. At least he didn't have to face her and he would get to sleep in the bed. He made his way into the house, collapsed on the bed and was almost instantly asleep.\nHe woke the next morning and groaned. The light from the window was like a stabbing knife through his eyes into his brain. He stumbled into the bathroom and into a hot shower where he stood for a long time just letting the hot water pound on his face and head. When he got out, he felt almost human again. He pulled on his clothes and headed out to the office, noticing that her car was still not in the driveway but didn't have time to really care.\nIt looked like another quiet day. He spent the first part of the morning simply filing reports and other paperwork that had been piling up for weeks. That done, he wandered down to the lieutenant's office and stuck his head in.\n\"Anything pressing?\"\nThe lieutenant looked up and shook his head.\n\"If we don't have something to do soon, the city council is going to start asking questions about why we are getting paid.\"\n\"Catch 22, if we do a good job and stop crime, the 'powers that be' think they don't need us and they cut the budget.\"\nHe turned and walked back down the hallway toward his desk as one of the other detectives slammed down the phone and turned around.\n\"We have two unidentified bodies in a warehouse down by the industrial district. Who wants it?\"\nHe ran toward the man.\n\"I'll take it. I sure as hell don't have anything else to do. Who is on it with me?\"\nThe new female detective looked up as the lieutenant stuck his head out of his office.\n\"Take Rafferty. She needs the experience.\"\nHe turned to look at the pretty young detective. She had just gotten her promotion and this could be her first big case.\n\"Come on, let's roll!\"\nAs they drove across town, he chatted with her politely. He didn't know much about her but it was obvious she was smart. She had come up through the ranks rapidly, as fast as the promotion system would allow, but working homicide took more than book smarts. It took a certain intuition and an ability to read people. He believed that it couldn't be learned, you either had it or you didn't.\nThey could see the flashing lights of the marked units sitting in front of the building, with a line of yellow police tape strung between them, and the coroner's wagon was there. They parked behind one of the marked units and walked toward the door. The uniformed officer nodded as they walked up.\n\"Hiya, Steve. Looks like one for a movie.\"\nThe officer looked the young woman up and down.\n\"Officer Stevens, meet Detective Sergeant Rafferty.\"\nThe uniformed officer suddenly straightened and gulped.\n\"Pleased to meet you, Ma'am.\"\nShe smiled.\n\"Don't worry about it officer. I'm not one of those progressive career women. I can appreciate an approving look from a handsome man.\"\nShe winked at him as she walked past him into the building as Steve looked at the officer and chuckled.\n\"Ain't that a kick in the ass!\"\nHe walked in as well. They walked down a long flight of stairs into a basement. It was dim except for the flood lights that the forensics unit had set up around the scene. The bodies were already gone but it was still a grisly sight. As they walked toward the lights, he kept looking around, trying to figure out what the hell this place was.\nAs they approached, the forensic tech stood up and met them just at the edge of the light.\n\"I'll let you guys in when I'm done. We are still taking samples and photos.\"\n\"What do you have so far?\"\n\"One male and one female, both unidentified. They were apparently involved in some kind of kinky sex game. The woman was tied to that bench there and the man was laying alongside of her.\"\n\"Do you have a cause of death, yet?\"\n\"I can't say for sure but I will venture a guess on the woman. I would imagine it had something to do with the three inch diameter, wooden stave that was shoved into her asshole and almost out of her mouth. As for the guy, I'm not sure but he has all kinds of trauma on his head and face.\"\nHe heard something gurgle behind him and turned to look at Rafferty holding her hand tightly over her mouth.\n\"There's a bathroom up the stairs if you need to do that. Just don't contaminate our crime scene.\"\nHe turned back to the tech as he heard her heels clicking rapidly across the concrete floor.\n\"What the hell is this place?\"\n\"As close as I can tell, it's a dungeon. All of this stuff is some kind of torture equipment.\"\n\"Jesus fucking christ, what the hell were these people doing?\"\nThe tech shrugged and turned back to the crime scene. Steve stood and watched as they moved around, one taking pictures and one bagging samples and evidence. He finally saw the wooden stave laying with a tag around it and several plastic bags wrapped around it. The sharpened end was bloody.\nHe wandered around the room looking at the different equipment and the other gear scattered around. There were whips of all kinds, leather manacles of all sizes, ropes hanging from the ceiling, a huge wheel, what he assumed to be a rack, some kind of sawhorse contraption and steel cages.\nIt was like wandering onto some bizarre horror movie set. He heard the click of heels coming back across the floor and turned to look at her. She was a bit pale but standing straight and walking steadily.\n\"The first one's always the worst and this one's pretty bad. What do you make of all of this?\"\nHe was gesturing around the room as she looked around then she casually commented.\n\"It looks like a BDSM club.\"\n\"A what?\"\n\"A BDSM club. You know. Bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism.\"\nHe shook his head.\n\"How the hell do you know about that?\"\n\"It was a hot topic when I was at college. I never got into it but I have several friends who got started in college and are still active.\"\nHe looked at her. College grad, fresh detective sergeant, good looking and one hell of a body. He shook himself mentally and tried to refocus. As they walked around the room, the tech called to him.\n\"We're done if you want into this area. Is there anything else?\"\n\"No. When will you be ready for us in the morgue?\"\n\"Give us a couple of hours. The ME is tied up on another case from the county.\"\nHe looked at his watch.\n\"About two pm?\"\n\"That should be about right. Do you want to join us for lunch in the morgue?\"\n\"No, thanks. I'll pass. Rafferty, do you want to eat lunch with the morgue boys?\"\nHe watched as she turned a little green again.\n\"Um, no thanks. I'm good.\"\nHe laughed and turned.\n\"Come on, let's go. We can start trying to figure out who these people are.\"\nUpstairs, he asked the ranking officer to have some of his uniformed officers canvass the neighborhood to determine if anyone saw or heard anything. He had his doubts since this was an industrial area and didn't see a lot of traffic or people. He looked up and down the street.\n\"Let's get the info on these cars. Maybe one or two of them belong to our victims.\"\nThey took opposite sides of the block, noting the registration, make and model of each of the cars on the street. Once they were done, they walked slowly back to their car.\n\"What do you think Rafferty?\"\n\"About what.\"\n\"This thing. What happened?\"\n\"A sex thing gone bad, I would guess. Someone got jealous.\"\n\"Not a bad place to start. Until we know names, we don't really have a place to start. I would like to know who owns this building. That might get us some information about what was going on in the basement.\"\nAs they got to their car, he looked over the roof.\n\"Are you ok? The morgue is going to be worse, I'm afraid. Even I get a little queasy during an autopsy.\"\n\"I'll be ok.\"\nHe nodded, they got into the car and pulled away. He headed the car downtown to the tax office. He wanted to know all he could about that building. She was amazingly helpful at the tax office. She seemed to already be familiar with how the records were kept and how to do a title search.\n\"Where did you learn that?\"\n\"While I was in college, I worked for an attorney who did a lot of real estate work so I got pretty good at doing title researches.\"\n\"Well, what have you found?\"\n\"The building belongs to a trust called, The Francis Dashwood Trust. The agent for the trust is an attorney. I have his information. Other than that, there isn't much else.\"\nHe frowned. That meant it would be almost impossible to get any information about the building.\n\"What's this attorney's name?\"\n\"Albert D. Cogborn.\"\n\"Never heard of him. Let's drop in and have a chat with him before we go to the morgue.\"\nThe office of Albert D. Cogborn was in a very prestigious office building and occupied an entire upper floor. The receptionist was polite but insisted that Mr. Cogborn could not be disturbed. Steve showed her his badge and suggested Mr. Cogborn might want to see him then and not when he returned with a search warrant. It was a bluff, of course, but she didn't know that.\nIn a few moments, another very severe older woman came to the door and asked them to follow her. She led them through the maze of offices to a corner office that was almost as big as his house. Mr. Cogborn turned out to be a man of about sixty years old, well dressed and quite pleasant.\n\"I apologize for my receptionist. I'm afraid she tries to be the first line of defense against all sorts of people who insist that they see me. Now, what can I do for you today?\"\nSteve watched him carefully. It was often what wasn't said, during an interview, which told more than the answers. What he saw was a man who talked to him but rarely took his eyes from Rafferty. Steve looked at those eyes and saw something he'd only seen a few other times. It was the hungry look of a predator when prey is at hand.\nHe had seen it in the eyes of addicts when they thought they could score. It was often present in the eyes of sexual predators which was the impression he got, immediately.\n\"Mr. Cogborn, I understand, from the tax rolls, that you are the agent for a trust called, The Francis Dashwood Trust.\"\n\"That's correct.\"\n\"Can you tell me a little about this trust?\"\n\"It's a private trust set up to benefit a group of associates. It was funded by a wealthy friend and was intended to continue their associations.\"\n\"Just, exactly, what does this association do?\"\n\"Nothing, really. They meet occasionally to discuss topics of interest to them. It's really more of a social organization than anything else. Why are you interested in the Dashwood group?\"\n\"Does the trust own a piece of property in the industrial district?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Do you know who rents it or occupies it?\"\nSteve saw the walls go up behind Mr. Cogborn's eyes. There was something there that he probably wasn't going to get easily.\n\"The Trust has a board of directors who oversee those kinds of things.\"\n\"Can you give me the names of those board of directors?\"\n\"I'm afraid that is privileged information and subject to client, attorney privilege.\"\nSteve nodded as he made notes in his book.\n\"One more question and we'll be out of your way.\"\n\"Yes?\"\n\"Do you have any idea what goes on in that building?\"\n\"None at all. Can you tell me what this is all about?\"\n\"There were two bodies discovered in the basement this morning. They had basically been executed in some really questionable circumstances.\"\nSteve stood and looked at Rafferty.\n\"Let's go. We're due at the morgue in twenty minutes.\"\nSteve didn't' say goodbye or thank you, he just turned and walked out with Rafferty hurrying along to catch up. As they exited the office, she caught up with him.\n\"That was sort of rude. Why did you do that?\"\n\"He's lying. He knows exactly what goes on in that building and I'm betting he's a member of this Dashwood group. I also know that, given the chance, he would do his best to get under your skirt.\"\nShe stopped and looked at him as he continued walking. She hurried to catchup as the elevator door opened.\n\"Just what, exactly, does that mean?\"\n\"You should watch people's eyes. They'll tell you more than they tell you with their lips. He spoke to me but he was looking at you almost the whole time. He had a predatory look.\"\nShe looked at him in amazement. As the elevator opened to the lobby he stepped out and then turned to her.\n\"You're really going to have to learn to pay attention. While you were looking around his elegant and expensive office, in his mind, he had all but undressed you and fucked you on the desk.\"\nShe blushed.\n\"You don't mince words too much, do you?\"\n\"Why mince words when the truth will do? I'll bet money that man is involved in that Dashwood group, that they are the ones behind this dungeon thing and, somehow, he is involved in this murder.\"\nThey got to their car and were soon on their way to the morgue.\n\"Rafferty, why are you here? I mean, you're educated and pretty. Why a cop?\"\nShe looked at him and smiled.\n\"My dad and my granddad were cops. I was an only child so my dad was sure that it was the end of the tradition but I fooled him. He lived long enough to pin my badge on me before his heart gave out.\"\nHe glanced over at her.\n\"Well, I've heard worse reasons.\"\nHe pulled up in front of the morgue and parked. Within minutes, they were standing in the stainless steel room that was the autopsy theatre. There were two tables and two bodies draped in sheets. The coroner was already at work on the male.\n\"What do you have, Doc?\"\n\"Preliminary, he died from blunt force trauma to the head. The whole back of his skull was fractured hard enough to drive bone splinters into his brain.\"\nHe held the man's brain up and pointed to the white bone slivers.\n\"Age, about forty-five. Weight, about two hundred forty-five pounds. That's my preliminary findings but I'll know more when we get all of the lab tests done. My initial assumption is that it's homicide.\"\n\"What about the woman?\"\n\"I really haven't gotten to her, yet.\"\nHe wiped his hands on the apron he wore and stepped around them as he spoke.\n\"Based on the initial observations, she probably died from exsanguination...she bled out. It would have been a pretty horrendous way to go. I'll give you more when I've finished the autopsy.\"\nThe ME pulled the sheet back, exposing her face and bare breasts. Steve gasped then gagged. The ME, and everyone else, looked at him.\n\"What's the matter?\"\nSteve was silent for several seconds, his eyes riveted to the corpse on the table. When he finally spoke it was in a hoarse whisper.\n\"She's my wife.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: Explore the intense and passionate connection between Jim and Nikki as they embark on a thrilling sexual adventure. Incorporate their initial encounter at the coffee shop, their playful banter during the arcade date, and their explosive chemistry in bed. Dive into Jim's fascination with Nikki's tattoos, her curvaceous figure, and her bold personality. Describe their steamy oral exchange, highlighting Nikki's expertise in giving head and Jim's appreciation for her ample breasts. Delve into their wild bedroom escapades, emphasizing their exploration of each other's bodies - from Jim pleasuring Nikki with his \"dick fingers\" to indulging in rough sex with hair-pulling and ass-slapping. Conclude the prompt by depicting an intimate moment of post-coital tenderness as they cuddle together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.\n\nTags: erotic romance, oral sex, curvy woman, tattoos, roleplay fantasies" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I stop at a small independent coffee shop a few times a week. One morning there was a new girl working behind the counter. The first thing I noticed about her was her tattoos; she had full sleeves on each arm featuring 80's and 90's characters. One arm with heroes, the other with villains. He- man/Skeletor, Optimus/Megatron, Mario/Bowser, Link/Ganon Beast/Gaston and several other pairs. Extremely cool.\nShe was rubenesque in all the best ways. About five and half feet tall, probably 225 pounds, and enormous green eyes that were almost \"bug-eyed\". Her ass large and round, big tits, and shoulder-length black hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing the coffee shop uniform of beige pants, black shirt, red apron, and had a nametag that read \"Nikki\".\nI ordered my morning coffee after complimenting her tattoos, then went to sit and wait til my name was called. Covertly, I tried to see if she was wearing a ring without trying to look like an jackass. When she called out Jim, I went up to the counter and figured \"ah what the hell.\"\n\"I know you probably get guys in here hitting on you all the time, asking when you get off work, asking for your number or whatever. So I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'm just going to give you my number, and hopefully you'll decide to use it some time.\" I wrote my number on one of those coffee cup sleeve things and gave it her. She smiled and said she'd think about it. I left and went on about my day.\nThat afternoon, I got a text from a number I didn't recognize. It said,\n\"my coworkers said that you weren't a creep, so I decided to talk to you. So don't turn out to be a creep for 5 minutes.\"\nI laughed and replied \"Fine, but at 6 minutes, I'm being a creep.\"\n\"LOL funny is a checkmark in the 'talk to' column\"\n\"What do I have to get more checkmarks in that column?\"\nWe spent the rest of the afternoon texting back and forth. She was really funny and easy to talk to. After I got home, I asked if she'd be interested in going out some time. We made plans for Friday evening. I offered to meet her somewhere, but she wanted me to pick her up from her place, because she usually rides the bus around town. At 7 o'clock I knocked on her apartment door. When she opened the door, I was blown away. She wore black leggings, red converse, a low-cut shirt with Care Bears on it that showed some generous cleavage, a denim jacket covered with patches and buttons, and great makeup. Bright blue lipstick, dark blue eyeshadow, and black eye liner.\nShe asked \"ready to go? I'm starving. Your mouth's open by the way.\"\nI replied, \"oh sorry, you look great. Let's go.\" She smiled and held out her arm. I hooked my arm in hers and we walked back to my car.\nI drove to a chain restaurant that had an arcade on one half of the restaurant. We talked and laughed the whole time on the drive over. I asked her if this place was okay and she said that she loved games. I figured she did after seeing some video game characters on her tattooed arms. We ate our meals, had a few drinks, and then went over to the game side of the restaurant.\nWe played several games together having a good time. Then, she challenged me to a game of Air Hockey. After we each scored one point, she leaned way over the table to reach the puck. My eyes were drawn to her cleavage like a magnet. She noticed me looking and got a sly smile. She grinned and pulled her shirt down further revealing a better view of her boobs. As I was staring at them, I totally missed the puck and she scored on me.\nI exclaimed \"Hey! That's cheating!\"\nShe laughed and said \"All's fair in love and Air Hockey dork!\"\nI wound up losing because I couldn't defeat her feminine wiles. We kept playing, laughing and having a good time. Looking around the prize room, she got on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear \"if you win me that Pikachu, I'll suck your dick.\"\nI looked at the tag on a two foot tall plush Pikachu doll and I was short by roughly 700 tickets. I told her, \"you do realize that I come here all the time, I can win that many tickets in ten minutes.\"\nShe laughed and said \"well prove it then!\"\nI went and played one more game that I'm really good at hit the jackpot on my second try. I won a thousand more tickets and her mouth fell open.\nI said \"your mouth is open by the way,\" and started picking up all the tickets.\nWe went back to the counter, I got the Pikachu and then gave my remaining tickets to a kid. She was hugging her doll and said \"lets get out of here\" with one of her eyebrows raised.\nWhen we got to my car, I started driving to my place. She reached over and took my right hand and after a few minutes, she said \"damn, you're a hung lesbian.\"\nConfused, I asked what she meant. She laughed and said \" you've got really long fingers. Get it? 'Hung lesbian'.\" She laughed again and said \"seriously, I've seen dicks smaller than your fingers.\"\nI laughed and said \"thanks I guess?\"\nShe then totally caught me off guard when she asked very matter-of-factly, \"so how big is your dick? With hands like these, do you have monster down there?\"\nI decided to answer just as matter-of-factly and said \"I'm not sure, I've never really measured. By porn standards, I'd say I was small. But for regular guys, I'd say I was probably average. I buy Magnum sized condoms, but I'm pretty sure condom companies make the average size 'Magnum' because they know dudes won't buy anything for their dicks unless it says humongous on the packaging.\" She was laughing the whole time.\nWhen we got to my place, I gave her brief tour of it, and then went to my bedroom. \"Nice place. Now lay down on the bed and take your pants off\" she ordered.\nI did as I was told and while still fully clothed, she knelt down in front of me. I told her \"you don't have to actually do this, it was just a silly challenge.\"\nShe said back, \"no, I'm going to. You earned me the prize I wanted and it's only fair that I keep my word. Besides, I like giving head. Will you be able to get it up again later?\"\nNot going to argue, I nodded, and I just laid back and watched her get started. I was already pretty hard when I took my pants off and she quickly got me all the way. She started with some light stroking which felt great. After about a minute of stroking, Nikki began licking the length of my cock, from root to head. I quickly realized she was an expert at blowjobs. Sliding her lips up and down my shaft while moaning very slightly, she got some of her blue lipstick on my shaft. After bobbing her head for a few minutes, she took me all the way into her mouth. I looked up at the ceiling; I was trying desperately to last as long as I could, but I knew I couldn't last much longer. I told her, \"I'm almost there.\"\nShe locked eyes with me, smiled around my dick, and winked at me. I was pretty much a goner at that point. Nikki moved her lips to just the tip of my head and started stroking hard and fast. I told her \"it's been a little while since I've cum; it'll probably be a lot.\" She kept right on stroking and I started cumming with a groan. The whole time, Nikki kept eye contact with me. Her green eyes got a little wider as I came in her mouth. It really made her look a little bug-eyed.\nShe stroked me all the way through my orgasm, and then backed off my cock. Opening her mouth, but not spilling any of my cum, she showed me all of the thick, white jizz in the bottom of her mouth. Then, she closed her mouth, and swallowed everything down. Slightly out of breath and laughing , she said \"whew! Damn, that was a huge load!\"\nIn a mock defensive tone, I said \"hey, I did warn you. Now it's your turn, if I don't get at those tits, I might die.\"\nLaughing, she said \"that's a little dramatic.\" But she stood up and took her top off and I got to see her boobs inside a bra that was failing to constrain them spectacularly. The bra cups were overflowing with her expansive tits. After taking her bra off, she let her tits drop. They sagged a little, but they were huge, so that was to be expected. They had nipples the size of my pinky tips surrounded by areolas about the size of half-dollar coin. Giant pale boobs with pink-tipped nipples. I was practically drooling. Stepping toward me, she buried my face in them. I licked each nipple in turn, and squeezed the other one while my mouth was latched on. She moaned and ran her hands through my hair. After a few minutes of this, I pulled back and stood up. I then traded places with her and pushed her gently down onto the bed. I knelt down and reached for her leggings.\nShe stopped me once I got them off and reached for her panties and said \"wait, it's been a while for me too, and I didn't expect the night to go this far. I haven't shaved in almost three weeks\" and started to cover herself with her hands.\nI smiled and said \"you like to give head, and I like a hairy snatch. Shaved girls always look too young to me. I'm interested in a woman, not a little girl.\"\nI moved her hands away from her panties and pulled them down over her thick thighs. She was hairy, but it was a turn on for me. I started kissing her big thighs on either side of my face, and running my fingers through her pussy hair. I kept teasing her until she was squirming and trying to push her pussy toward my face. Very gently, I started to lick her cunt. I licked each of her lips, and ran my tongue through her hair. I stuck my tongue in her pussy and moved it upward until I found her clit. I started to suck and lick her clit and she moaned louder and she pulled my face harder into her snatch.\nAfter almost ten minutes of my going down on her she begged me \"use your dick fingers!\"\nI smiled with my lips pressed up against hers. While still licking her clit, I put the index and middle fingers of my of right hand in her pussy and started gently curling them upward, looking for her G Spot. I stroked my fingers in and out of her hairy pussy harder and harder. She bucked harder against my mouth each time I brushed up against her G Spot. I knew she was about to cum then. She groaned even louder, her pussy gripped my fingers harder and she made a guttural sound and then collapsed back on the bed breathing hard. I got up and laid next to her on the bed while she caught her breath. Finding my cock with her hand, she stroked me until I was fully hard again.\n\"Do you want me to wear a condom\" I asked?\n\"I'm on birth control, so only if you want to. Feel free to pull out if you're not comfortable cumming in me.\" She said.\nI stood up and had her get on her knees on the edge of the bed. She thrust her giant ass out toward me. I ran my hands all over her ass and played with it until she told me to fuck her already. I laughed and started teasing her pussy with the head of my dick. Until I pushed into her all the way slowly as she groaned. I began to slowly move in and out of her pussy with long strokes while I still rubbed her ass. A few minutes after this she ordered me to fuck her harder. Picking up the pace of my thrusts, I slapped her ass once and she yelped.\n\"Yes! Slap my ass. Pull my hair too!\" She yelled at me.\nReaching up her back, I pulled her hair into my left hand while still squeezing her ass with my right. The whole time I kept thrusting into her pussy. Occasionally, I'd slap her big butt with my right hand and then rub it some more. I could hear how wet she was getting and I knew she was about to cum again. I pulled her hair harder and her orgasm started. Nikki groaned in that guttural way again and I felt her pussy get wetter as it gripped my cock even tighter. Knowing I couldn't last any longer, I thrust into her even harder until I was the very brink cumming. I pulled out of her and jerked my cock a couple of times until I started cumming. I sprayed my first shot all the way up to her shoulder blades. The second and third shots plopped onto her huge ass and lower back. A fourth shot dribbled into her crack and onto her pussy. My white cum was all over her. Long thick ropes of it from her ass all the way to her upper back.\nWe were both breathing hard and she asked for a towel. I said \"nope sorry, no towels in the entire house, you'll just have to stay that way.\" She laughed and smacked me on the leg while I went and got her one.\nI cleaned all of the cum off her back, ass, and pussy and then we both laid down next to each other. She turned onto her side and pushed her back and huge butt against my chest and dick. I wrapped my arms around her and put one hand on one of her boobs, and the other on her big belly.\nI asked her if she needed me to take her home or anything and she said that she didn't. We stayed spooning each other until eventually we fell asleep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: In a steamy encounter with Tanya, Mark discovers her insatiable hunger for pleasure. Explore their passionate connection as they indulge in oral delights, their bodies entwined on the couch. Write a scintillating scene where Tanya takes charge, using her mouth to drive Mark wild with desire. As the intensity builds, delve into the unique sensation of their intimate connection and the surprising muscularity of Tanya's breasts. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission as Tanya teases Mark by denying him touch, heightening his anticipation. Unleash your creativity to depict their explosive lovemaking, highlighting Tanya's extraordinary control over her body and the unforgettable climax that leaves them both breathless.\n\nTags: erotic romance, oral sex, dominance/submission, muscular breasts" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Under the steady stream of demanding kisses from Tanya, Mark sank back on the couch. He already knew she was a big eater - the way she had handled that huge rib-eye steak when he had taken her out had left no doubt about that - but now it was becoming clear that she also knew other things to do with her mouth. And he was loving that.\nAs he lay back, Tanya straddled him and ran her hands through his curly black hair, looking deep into his eyes.\n\"I want you,\" she said.\nMark smiled and tousled a strand of her silky dark blonde hair between his fingers. \"Yeah, I could figure. So, how do you...?\"\n\"Shush.\" Tanya gently put a finger on his lips, smiled, sat up and started pulling his shirt over his head. \"Just let me have you,\" she said. \"I promise, you're going to love it.\"\n\"Mmh.\" So Tanya was one of those girls who liked taking the initiative. Mark sure didn't mind that. Not that he wouldn't have minded the opposite, of course. In his experience, sex was equally satisfying regardless of whether you gave or received it as long as both partners were okay with the arrangement. If it was his turn to receive today, well, so be it.\nAs soon as Tanya had relieved Mark of his shirt, she started unbuckling his belt, and Mark took the opportunity to reach for Tanya's blouse to unbutton it. To his surprise, Tanya stopped him by taking his hands into hers.\n\"Be a good boy,\" she said. \"Trust me.\"\n\"Aw, come on!\" Mark protested. \"Can't I at least take a look at you?\"\nTanya smiled brightly, let his hands go, pulled her blouse out of her skirt and opened the top two buttons before taking it off by unceremoniously pulling it over her head.\n\"Whoa, you're not even...\"\n...Wearing a bra, was what Mark had intended to say, but at the same moment, he realized that she hardly needed one. Not that her boobs were too small - Tanya had what looked like beautifully round B-cups, but they seemed to be firmer than any breasts Mark had ever seen before, almost as though they were mostly muscle tissue. Perky pink nipples stood up on top of them - not too big, not too small and looking vey suckable. Mark loved sucking tits, and the thought of sucking these two babies was already enough to made his cock harden.\nTanya's belly was flat and as firm as her breasts, with muscles moving visibly underneath her skin. She was definitely working out, though not to a degree where it would have become unaesthetic. Her body overall looked very balanced - slender but not thin, with soft feminine curves yet without an ounce too much in the wrong place. Whatever sport she was doing, it really helped accentuate her natural beauty.\n\"Like what you're seeing?\" Tanya grinned.\n\"Very much.\"\n\"Good.\"\nTanya continued where she had left off and opened Mark's belt, then unbuttoned his jeans. Mark lifted his hips for a moment so that she could continue to undress him and had to resist the urge to touch her body. She had made it clear that she didn't want that and Mark wasn't an idiot. He was perfectly fine with how things were going; no reason for him to risk that.\nWhen Tanya got to pulling down his underpants, Mark was already half-erect and the feeling of her soft hands on his skin was enough to make his cock stand up entirely. Tanya saw that and chuckled, gently running her hands over Mark's lower belly without touching his dick. Not that that would have been necessary. Mark went full mast from her caresses anyway.\nEventually Tanya looked at Mark, smiled sweetly, took his cock with her right hand and raised her hips, apparently to take him into her.\n\"Whoa,\" Mark protested. \"Hold it!\"\n\"Mh?\"\n\"Protection.\"\nTanya looked at him for a moment with a strange look in her eyes, but then she nodded and sat down on Mark's legs again. Mark reached down to his jeans, struggled to pull his wallet out of the back pocket and took out the rubber he had put there before leaving the house that day. Turning it between his fingers, he looked at Tanya.\n\"You wanna put it on me?\"\nTanya shook her head. \"You wanna wear it, you put it on yourself,\" she said. Her voice had a very, very slight mocking tone.\nMark shrugged, opened the foil and rolled the rubber over his stiff cock. His dick seemed even larger today than usual - Tanya's presence really seemed to bring out the best in him.\nAs soon as he was done, Tanya raised her hips again, gently grabbed his cock again and guided it as she sat down on it. Mark had already suspected she wasn't wearing panties underneath that skirt, and as he could feel himself slide in between her pussy lips, he knew his suspicions confirmed, though the feel of her inside was unexpected. It was surprisingly soft for...\n\"Wow, fuck!\"\nThe sudden tightness around Mark's cock took him entirely by surprise. Mark was twenty-seven and had been inside quite a few women in his life. Some had been quite tight and narrow; he had experienced quite a lot of friction fucking them. Others had been soft and squishy inside; fucking them had felt warm and cozy. Tanya looked somewhere between eighteen and twenty-two, and from her looks should have been in the \"tight and narrow\" category. Mark's cock had still entered her effortlessly - however, now that he was actually inside Tanya, he could feel her pussy squeeze him good!\n\"Like what you're feeling?\" Tanya smiled.\n\"Fuck, yes\", Mark gasped. \"That... that is...\"\n\"Shush,\" said Tanya and began to ride him.\nThe feeling was incredible. Tanya really WAS narrow - her pussy grinded him good as she rode him from the tip of his glans down to his balls. At the same time, even though his cock felt as though it was in a really tight spot, Tanya absolutely didn't seem to mind taking it. Her eyes were closed, her face perfectly relaxed - she wasn't even moaning, or panting, or giving off any of the usual noises tight girls made when Mark fucked them. Tanya simply seemed to enjoy him.\nNot that Mark didn't enjoy it either. Tanya really knew how to shake her hips. Mark's cock slid in and out of her with almost its entire length at each of her moves. The pace she made was more than enough to excite him yet slow enough so that he wasn't racing towards an orgasm. Even though she was so beautifully tight, he would definitely last a few minutes if she continued like this.\nAfter a short time, Tanya shifted her weight a little and began to lower the speed of her hips. She leaned forward a little and opened her eyes, looking at Mark as she continued to fuck him, now in a different style: Her pussy still felt every bit as tight and narrow and she pulled away from him, but as she moved back and took his cock inside herself again, her pussy suddenly felt a whole lot softer - very much like when she had first taken him in. As soon as she had him in at his full length, the tightness returned, then she lifted herself again, then she softened, fell back down on him - and so on.\nAs she was now leaning over him much closer than before, Tanya's breasts were hanging just inches over Mark's face, and even in that position, they looked perfectly firm. They weren't even jiggling as Tanya rode him; the rosy nipples stood upright as perfectly as before, an absolutely irresistible sight.\nAnd so, as Tanya closed her eyes in pleasure once again, Mark took his chances and quickly sucked her right nipple into his mouth.\nOne suck was all he could accomplish before Tanya gasped in surprise and sat up, pulling herself away from him, but that one suck was enough to leave a sweet, somewhat buttery taste in his mouth. It had to be some beauty cream Tanya had used, but strangely, the taste conjured up pictures in Mark's mind, pictures of... what? Mark had no idea. Places? People? Mark had no idea why the taste would have stirred up something like that inside him, something he couldn't even recognize at this time.\n\"Naughty boy,\" Tanya purred as she saw the confusion on his face, but then she smiled again and began increasing her riding speed again. \"Naughty boy. I think I'm gonna punish you good.\"\nMark felt Tanya's pussy tighten around him more forcefully, and now she was definitely squeezing down on his cock. He had already suspected that she had a pretty good control of her insides, and the way she grinded him now was proof of that. There was no way he would last very long if she continued like this.\nTanya watched Mark's face closely as he approached his climax, tightening down on him even more and now riding him mercilessly. She started panting lightly, the first time she showed any signs of physical effort since she had started to fuck him, and her cheeks started to redden. \"Come on,\" she gasped. \"Give it to me! Give it all to me!\"\nMark tried to hold on, but he knew he had no chance. Tanya's pussy sucked down on him mercilessly; it was now a matter of seconds until he would be ready. \"I'm coming,\" he groaned, and at the same time, Tanya's pussy tightened around him so strongly that he thought she would squeeze his cock right off, then suddenly relaxed as Tanya pressed her hips against his.\n\"Come,\" she whispered.\nAnd Mark came. Bucking and shaking, his cock emptied load after load into that beautiful young woman on his lap. Tanya closed her eyes and moaned in delight as she felt him orgasm underneath.\nFinally Mark was finished and sank back on the couch, panting heavily. That had been one HUGE orgasm for him, one that had left him drained and weak - a comfortable weakness, though. He felt warm and cozy and didn't want to do anything but continue to recline there and doze off with his cock securely tucked inside Tanya's warm pussy.\nTanya had other plans, though. She leaned forward, gently kissed Mark's lips and then, to his great disappointment, stood up. Her pussy tightened around his falling cock one last time as she stood up and let it slip out of her.\n\"You're done already?\" Mark asked.\n\"YOU are done,\" Tanya smiled as she stood up and took her blouse from the floor. \"Or can you honestly say you'd be able to go for another round?\"\nMark smiled wryly. \"There's more to me than just my cock,\" he said. \"I have a tongue, for example.\"\nTanya laughed. \"Oh, I'm sure you do,\" she teased, \"but I'm afraid that your tongue won't do. I need something inside of me.\"\n\"I also have fingers,\" Mark suggested.\nChuckling, Tanya shook her head as she put her blouse back on. \"You're sweet,\" she said, \"but no. It was fun with you, but we both agreed that we'd do it just this once.\"\n\"But Tanya...\"\n\"Or didn't we?\"\nMark lowered his gaze. \"We did,\" he said, \"but I thought you liked it.\"\n\"I did.\" There was only sincerity in Tanya's eyes. \"I really did. You were every bit as good as I hoped you would be.\"\n\"Then why...?\"\nTanya sighed as she closed the final buttons of her blouse. \"Don't make this weird, okay? No questions. You promised.\"\n\"Yeah...\" Mark looked up at her again. \"I just thought...\"\n\"Don't,\" Tanya said, walked to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. \"Don't think, okay?\"\n\"Okay.\" Mark smiled, though a little wryly. \"I'll try.\"\n\"Good.\" Tanya returned the smile much more brightly than as she had received it. \"I know you will.\"\n\"So we won't be seeing each other again?\"\n\"No. No, we won't.\"\nMark nodded. It was true - it was what he and Tanya had agreed on. Only once, and then she'd leave. And he had been okay with that.\nBut that had been before she had fucked him.\nTanya had finished putting on her shoes and already picked up her purse. \"Bye,\" she said.\n\"Bye.\"\nMark watched her as she walked towards the door to his apartment, turned towards him one final time, smiled and then opened the door and left. When she shut it behind herself, Mark knew that she would not return.\nIt wasn't until fifteen minutes later when he noticed that there was no trace of the rubber he had put on." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"In a passionate reunion at the airport, the couple can't contain their desire for each other and engage in a steamy encounter in the car. Explore their intense connection as they pleasure each other in various positions, using props from her suitcase. Write about their insatiable hunger for one another, while they try to keep quiet to avoid arousing suspicion from the parking lot attendant. Include elements such as oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, and public exhibitionism. Delve into the characters' emotions and desires as they navigate this spontaneous encounter. Use tags like 'reunion', 'airport sex', 'exhibitionism', 'passionate love', and 'intense desire'.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a very long day. The office drove me crazy. I took phone call after phone call from angry patients. I could not wait until 2:00 p.m., when I could leave the hellhole, hop in my car, and make the two-hour drive to Baltimore. Being in the car would relax me. Being in the car, knowing that I was going to see my sweetheart for what was sure to be a weekend to remember was even better.\nClutching my ticket, I checked my bags, made my way through a maze of security, and settled into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait for my plane. It was 5:45 p.m. when I took my seat in the waiting area. Damn it. I had to wait at least another hour for my plane and almost 4 hours until I was in your arms. I know you will be surprised when you find that I am freshly shaved and completely bald under the thin material of the g-string I had purchased especially for this trip. I crossed my legs, and the simple movement caused the fabric to rub against my clit. I jumped, and squirmed slightly in my seat. Just thinking about you, about the way you feel in me, the shivers that your kisses send down my spine got me very, very wet. I could feel the dampness my body created. I had to fight the urge to run into the bathroom and take care of the sensations I was feeling. I only had to wait a few more hours, and then I would have you to take care of the desire I had been experiencing for the last six weeks.\nThe flight was long. I tried drifting off to sleep, but to no avail. I would close my eyes, and your face would appear in my thoughts. Specifically, your face in between my thighs. I could almost feel the roughness of your goatee rubbing against the soft, inner flesh between my legs. Your tongue darting in and out, playing with my clit. Your fingers exploring, touching, stroking my heat and bringing me to the edge of orgasm. I was afraid to sleep. I was afraid that I would moan loudly and the other passengers would know what was on my mind.\nI am finally here! I push my way out of the plane. I can not believe that I am in Milwaukee, with you less than a half a mile away! I stop in the bathroom quickly to get a glance at myself. I smooth a crease out of my long jean skirt. I pull at the hem of the black turtleneck sweater I am wearing- you gave it to me for Christmas, and it is one of my favorites. I adjust the lace of my nude thigh highs, and make sure the red garter belt I am wearing is securely fastened. I can feel my nipples growing hard in the lacy red bra, sensitive with growing anticipation.\nI run out of the bathroom. I can see you in front of me, staring impatiently at the arriving flight monitor. I see it all over your face. Where the hell is she? You can not hide your thoughts from me, love. You glance up and see me looking at you. Your face breaks into a huge grin, dimple spreading on your cheek. I watch your face light up, and I feel tears start to stream down my face. I walk run to you. You open your arms, and I throw myself into them. Reality ceases to be, and I am sure I have walked into a dream. Is this really you? Are your arms wrapped tightly around me? Am I resting my head against your neck, smelling the sweet scent of Coolwater? Are you touching my hair, the back of my head and squeezing me to your body? Is the soft, scratchy wool of your sweater caressing my face?\nYou pull back and look at me. \"Why are you crying?\" you ask me. I am too overwhelmed by joy and happiness to respond to you. Again, you pull me close to your body, this time kissing away the salty tears that stream down my face. You bring your mouth to mine, and I feel your lips touch me. You whisper against my mouth how much you love me, and how much you have missed me. Just being around you, smelling your scent, feeling your body against mine makes me so hot. I want to take you in the middle of the airport. I start to suck on your lip, and I press my hips against your lower body. I feel that you are starting to get hard. I touch my tongue to yours, and I feel your body react. Discreetly, I gently grind against you, and you look at me with alarm. \"We will be home soon, baby,\" you tell me. \"Fuck that,\" I am thinking. \"You are not getting off that easy, and you are not making me wait that long\". I smile at you innocently, and suggest that we get my baggage.\nWe wait at the carousel for my bag. Little do you know the surprises it holds for you. Handcuffs, a feather, crotchless underwear. How the hell did I get through security? My suitcase arrives on the belt and I lean forward to get it. Being the gentleman you are, you reach around me to grab it for me. I take the advantage to press my ass against your already noticeable hard-on. You jerk the bag off of the belt, and look at me, slightly flushed. \"Shall we?\" You point to the stairs and we head up. I slip my hand into yours as we are walking. When we get to the elevator, the doors open almost immediately, and we step in. We have the elevator to ourselves. Perhaps this is not the best idea. I am feeling naughty, and you are obviously turned on. I take the opportunity to slide my skirt up my leg and give you a glimpse of what is underneath. You see the red snap of the garter belt hooked to the lace. You groan slightly. I know you won't be able to wait. That is what I love about you.\nSadly, when you arrived, you did not have your usual good luck. Instead of parking by the door, you are stuck in a back corner of the now deserted lot. You walk to my side, open the door for me and let me in the car. I feel your car move slightly as you open the trunk and slide my baggage in. You walk to your side of the car and let yourself in. You sit to look at me for a second. \"You are so beautiful,\" you tell me. I respond with a \"You, too\". I think you doubt me when I say that, but my heart truly means that statement. You are so amazing to me. I love everything about you, from your personality to your smile, to the way your body feels as it glides in and out of mine. I see desire in your eyes. I feel desire between my legs.\nI can not help it. I reach over and place one hand on your cock. You are so hard. I decide I have to have you in my mouth, right then and there. I fool with your belt, undo the button and zipper of your jeans. You look around nervously for other travelers who might sneak a peek at us. \"Baby, I don't know if this is a good idea,\" you tell me. I respond with a grin. I know you won't be able to last. Easing down your zipper further, I find a pair of red heart boxers. I can see the soft pink flesh of your cock peeking through. I ease the opening to the side and slide a finger underneath your cock, urging it out. It springs forth out of its restraint, and I gently run my finger across the head. I look you in the eyes. You growl softly and lay your head back against the seat, eyes closed.\nI lower my head down into your lap and trace with my tongue the drops of pre- cum that have formed. I take your head into my mouth, and run my tongue back and forth over the head, under the ridge. I cup my hand around your shaft and start to stroke you slowly as my mouth works magic on your cock. I shift my body slightly, and lower my head further. I take you all the way in my mouth, my lips pressing against the base, the tip of you massaging the back of my throat. I feel your body tighten, the vein running your length throbs, the silk of your cock becomes firmer as your balls draw up to you. \"You better stop that,\" you tell me, \"You are going to make me cum.\" I start to move my mouth up and down your cock, faster and faster until you grab my head and force it roughly down your shaft. You hold my head still and hard as your hips arch off of the seat and shoot your hot cum down my throat. I suck hungrily- I have missed the way you taste.\nYou lean as hard as you can back against the seat and breathe heavy. I am not satisfied, though. I want you again. I lean over and start to lick your earlobe. I take your finger and help you guide it up my skirt. Together, we push aside the flimsy fabric that is barely protecting my soaking wet pussy. You slide your finger into me and find me ready for you. I suck gently on your neck as you finger me. You are a fucking tease to me, using only one finger, stroking slowly, barely touching my clit. You know full well that I want two inside me, that I want you to finger me hard and fast to release the tension and pressure that has been building up inside of me. I moan loudly into your ear, begging you to make me cum. You only smile at me and laugh softly. I know you want me riding you, that this fingering will not be enough to satisfy me right now.\nI reach my hand into your lap and find you hard again. I tell you to lean your seat back and you readily do as I tell you. You barely have time to get comfortable. My skirt is hiked up and I am straddling you. I lean back against the steering wheel, and I slowly slide my pussy onto your waiting cock. I gasp loudly and push my hips up to your belly. \"You feel so fucking good\", I tell you. \"I have waited too long, and I am not able to last.\" I begin to move against you hard. I thrust my hips back and forth as I ride you. You feel my lips rub against you, spreading my juice all over your pelvis. I push harder and harder, the car rocking in rhythm to my lovemaking. I feel the sweet release of orgasm, the throbbing sensations as my pussy tightens and releases my sex all over you.\nI pause for a second, trying to catch my breath, but you will not give me a chance to rest. Seeing that I have cum, you grab my hips and thrust your dick into my creamy pussy. I am still a little sensitive after my first orgasm, but you show me no mercy. You fuck me while you hold me in place, lifting your body into mine. \"Cum for me again, baby\", you tell me. \"I am so close\", you cry out. You dig your nails into my flesh and shoot cum deep into my belly. As you do this, I feel a second orgasm break through, and I scream out in pleasure. There is a pause, a moment of silence, a stillness in time as we both come down from our high. You wrap your arms around me, hold me close to your pounding heart. You kiss my cheek, and you tell me you love me. I look in your eyes, and I see that you mean it. I kiss your forehead, and tell you that I love you.\nWe break apart, only for a few hours. I know that you will be inside of me again shortly, and I will feel the ecstasy that only you can create for me. I grin at you as we fasten our seatbelts and pull out of the lot. I am surprised that the lot is still deserted. We pull up to pay the parking fee. There is no denying the good mood that you and I are sharing. The parking lot attendant seems unusually happy to see us. He gives us a wicked smile. \"Thank you,\" he says to us. \"It has been a boring night, and we all needed the show. Thank god for security cameras. We were going to stop you, but you made our night\". Stunned and slightly embarrassed, we pull away from the booth as fast as we can. We laugh the entire ride home.\nWhat will happen next?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \n\nExplore the passionate and sensual journey of Joe and Dawn as they embark on a romantic getaway in Hawaii. Write a scintillating story that captures their intense desire for each other, starting with their exhilarating reunion at the airport. Incorporate elements such as the stunning sunrise at Mt. Haleakala, where they engage in an intimate encounter behind a rock outcropping, surrounded by the breathtaking colors of dawn. Delve into their passionate lovemaking on the black sandy beach near Hana, where they succumb to their desires amidst crashing waves and secluded bliss.\n\nIncorporate scenes that highlight oral pleasure, with Joe passionately pleasuring Dawn's clit and pussy lips while basking in the resplendent glory of the sunrise. Explore their insatiable hunger for each other as they engage in intense intercourse, with Joe thrusting deeply into Dawn's wetness while she moans and urges him to go harder.\n\nAs the story progresses, include moments of spontaneous passion such as when Dawn pleasures Joe orally while driving along Maui's scenic roads towards Hana. Describe her expert technique as she skillfully brings him to climax, causing him to lose control momentarily and veer off course.\n\nIncorporate elements of exhibitionism when they make love on the beach during daylight hours; describe how their bodies intertwine under the tropical sun while hidden from prying eyes. Capture their shared laughter and embarrassment upon discovering an audience clapping for them nearby.\n\nThroughout this erotic journey, emphasize themes of longing, desire, connection, and spiritual awakening through sexual intimacy. Highlight moments where they express deep affection for one another—kissing passionately under a rising sun or sharing tender words beneath palm trees—as well as raw lustful encounters that leave them breathless and yearning for more.\n\nTags: erotica, romance, Hawaii vacation, airport rendezvous, sunrise sex at Mt. Haleakala summit, public sex on secluded beach near Hana, oral pleasure, intense intercourse, exhibitionism, spontaneous passion, longing and desire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Meeting a lover is always wonderful, but meeting Dawn in Hawaii was unbelievable. All I could do was think of her during the long plane ride. Getting away was a trick for both of us, but somehow we both managed it. Or at least I hoped that we had. Arriving in Maui about an hour before her, I paced around, hoping that she would appear, praying that she hadn't changed her mind.\nWhen her flight arrived I anxiously waited for the passengers to deplane. \"Where the heck is she?\" I wondered to myself.\nFinally, I saw her lovely face beaming at me from behind the crowd. When she finally made her way to me, I nearly crushed her in my arms.\nI love the Islands, and I love Maui most of all, but sharing Maui with Dawn was almost too much to consider. Our embrace at the airport was only a prelude to our first night in our hotel love nest, and that, too, paled in comparison to what was to come.\nIt was Dawn who came up with the idea of going to the summit of Mt. Haleakala to make love at sunrise. I had seen the sunrise before and it had always been spectacular, almost spiritual.\nGetting up in the dark and driving up the old dormant volcano was exciting, climbing the winding road in the dark, part of caravan of cars. I had to laugh at the one bold character pumping his 10-speed, wondering if he'd actually make it up the steep incline. After all, 12,000 feet is quite a climb.\nOnce at the summit, the real chore was to find a spot secluded enough to keep the prying eyes of the tourists away from us, but we managed to find a spot behind a large rock outcropping, a little ways off the path leading downward. We would have a great view of the sunrise, but still be sheltered from the view of the people at the summit.\nSpreading the blanket out to make a little nest behind the rock, we watched each other undress. Dawn was so beautiful as the darkness began to be penetrated by the sun. She came to me and I folded her naked body into my arms and we kissed passionately.\n My hard cock pressed against her stomach and she pulled back and smiled at me. \"I like knowing that I can affect you that way. Mmmmm, I want you so badly right now,\" she whispered.\nAs my tongue probed her mouth, I felt her legs buckle a little. Holding her tightly, I coaxed her onto the blanket and began kissing her taught nipples, the very chilly air encircling us was pushed away by our growing passion.\nAs the sun rose, the first rays bathed us in their resplendent glory, the sky illuminated in a fantastic display of color. All of this was only a backdrop to Dawn's beauty and served only to incite me to further explore her body. Her nipples, brought to life by the chill and my kisses, were like sweet hard candy as I sucked them. Her fingers, moving along my back toward my ass, only encouraged me, the fervor of my kisses intensified as I explored her breasts, her neck, and her shoulders with them. The sensation of her skin on mine amid the glory of the sunrise electrified me! Never before had I felt so spiritual. I ached to join my spirit with hers, and, as our bodies became entwined, I truly felt that such a thing was possible. I gave myself fully to the moment and accepted her fully in return.\nDawn's breasts were heaving with desire, her tongue and mouth arousing me to monumental heights. As her hands slid down over my ass, she spread her legs and raised her knees. She began pushing down on the top of my head and I knew what she wanted. My hot kisses covered her stomach as I continued to move lower and lower with them, until arriving at her neatly trimmed pussy.\nMy tongue glided across her pubic area to her clit, already swollen and ready to be suckled. The sight of her pussy in the new morning sun filled me with desire. I began nibbling and sucking her clit and pussy lips, feeling her body respond to my gentle probes, her hands playing in my hair and guiding my head to the spots that gave her the most pleasure. Bringing her ankles up around my neck, she pulled me farther into her, the moisture from her pussy filling my mouth, and its fragrance filling my nostrils.\nI moved my hands underneath her ass to get a better grip and all three forces, her hands in my hair, her legs on my neck, and my hands on her ass, worked together to bring a closeness that was fantastic.\nAs my tongue moved back and forth over her clit, I felt her body tremble with pleasure, until her orgasm crashed forth, causing her to cry out loudly. In a brief flash of awareness I wondered if the people above had heard her, or were they still so enthralled with the heavenly display progressing across the sky?\nDawn's hands reached under my chin and began pulling me up to her mouth and we kissed passionately. \"I need you inside me, I need to feel you filling me,\" she gasped.\nHer hand grasped my hard cock and guided it into her steaming pussy, sliding it between her wet lips and deep inside her, her legs locking around me. \"Fuck me, fuck me!\" she moaned.\nMy brief concern about the people above us faded completely. I lost all awareness of my surroundings. The only thing that existed was Dawn.\nHer frantic urging turned me into a man possessed. All that I cared about was driving myself as deeply into her as possible. My head began to spin. Was it from my sexual frenzy or simply the altitude? Dawn's legs tightened around me, pulling me more deeply into her. Despite the chilly air drops of perspiration fell from my forehead onto her breasts to join the pool of sweat already there.\nWith each thrust, I felt I was going to explode, but somehow I didn't. With each thrust I watched her face contort as the pleasure washed through her body. She seemed to be fighting to make the plunge over the edge, and, at the same time, to keep the pleasure going.\nMy hard cock slammed into her pussy again and again, the thrill of taking her like this overwhelmed my being. Shockwaves of pleasure consumed me. I felt her squeezing me tightly, crying out, \"Oh my god! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I'm cumming!\"\nHer orgasm and moans took me over the edge. Just as the new born sun rose from the ocean, I plunged deeply into her soaking pussy, erupting fiercely, my cum splashing into her and mixing with her own juices. The pleasure was so great that I continued to move in and out of her. Dawn pulled me down closer to her and whispered to me hoarsely, \"Don't stop, I'm going to cum again\n\"Cum for me, Dawn!\" I whisper back, and she suddenly jerked, cumming again. I managed a few more thrusts before I collapsed, falling off her onto the blanket beside her. We lay there in the new day, breathing heavily, sweat pouring out of us.\nThe morning's sun shone down on us. It was a glorious day. Sitting up, I looked at the sky. It was beautiful beyond belief. Taking her hand, I pulled Dawn up and we stood before the sunrise, stretching our arms out to the sky, our naked bodies bathed in sunlight.\nHearing a commotion behind us, we turned to see about half a dozen people looking at us from the adjacent path, clapping their hands. Smiling sheepishly, we quickly got dressed, gathered up our blanket and made our way back to the car. Once inside the car, we looked at each other before both suddenly erupting in laughter. \"Oh my god,\" Dawn said. \"I can't believe we just did that! I'm so embarrassed!\"\n\"Well, Dawn, we have the whole day before us. Where to next?\"\n\"Let's head down the highway to Hana. I know a spot along the way where people won't see us and the sand and the beach is beautiful!\"\n\"Okay,\" I replied and started the car and pulled out of the visitor lot. As we moved down Mt. Haleakala, negotiating the many curves, I saw that Dawn was resting, her head back against the seat with her eyes closed. My god, Dawn looked so beautiful sitting there.\nAs the car rocked back and forth, I noticed that she had begun absent-mindedly playing with her breasts through her shirt, her nipples making little bumps in the fabric. Putting the car into low gear to let the engine help with the braking through the turns, I said, \"Dawn, what are you doing over there? I'm getting turned on watching you play with your tits like that!\"\nReaching over to try to cop a feel, I nearly swerved off the road. \"Yikes!\" I cried. \"See you're gonna get us killed.\"\nDawn opened her eyes and said, \"Oh, I was just reliving that sexy moment and wondering how many times you will make love to me today.\"\nAbout a third of the way from the bottom of the old volcano, I saw the poor bike rider steadily pumping away, looking exhausted. \"That guy is going to have a heart attack,\" I laughed.\n\"So,\" I asked, \"where is this secret place of yours? At the Seven Pools? Wailua Falls?\"\nDawn looked at me and smiled. Her eyes melted my heart. \"The little place I know is nearly all the way to Hana. It has a black sandy beach and is very secluded. And by the time we get there, I'll be ready for some more of your sweet loving.\"\nAs we turned onto the road leading to the Hana Highway, Dawn's hands continued to stroke her breasts, but then, in order to tease me further, she placed her hand between her legs, rubbing her crotch lightly through her shorts. Closing her eyes, she said, \"Mmmmm, I can see our bodies entwined on the beach, and I can feel your hard cock inside me.\"\nThen she opened her eyes, and laughed, \"But I will wait until we get there.\"\n\"Dawn, with you talking like that, I don't know if I can make it to Hana,\" I say as I try to shift my hard-on into a more comfortable position in my pants.\nSoon we were traveling along the many turns and one-lane bridges of Maui's most famous stretch of road. I was probably driving a little faster than I should have because every time I glanced over at Dawn, I wanted her more, and that made me anxious to get to that beach.\nAfter talking one particular curve a little too quickly, Dawn cried out, \"Slow down, hun, and maybe I'll reward you for your safe driving.\"\nI immediately slowed the vehicle down and when she reached over to touch my leg, I slowed even further.\nDawn's hand felt so good there and my cock felt like it was throbbing in my pants. She unzipped me, reached in, and after a bit of a struggle, managed to get my cock out. Leaning over, she took me into her mouth, running her tongue over its swollen head. I let out a deep moan and the car veered again.\nLooking up she laughed, \"Please drive carefully.\" And then she took me in her mouth again, sucking me in earnest.\nThe warmth and wetness of her mouth made me moan again, it felt so good. As she moved up and down on it, shivers of pleasure shot through my body. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. \"Mmmmmm, Dawn, I can't drive in this condition. You're gonna make me crash!\"\nI manage to make it over the next one-lane bridge and find a side spot on the road where I could pull over. Pulling the lever on my seat, I tilted it back so that Dawn had more room, my hand moving to her head as my pleasure grew.\nDawn's hands unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, and I lifted my butt to help her. My cock and balls were totally hers. As she sucked me expertly, she caressed and squeezed my balls. Her tongue ran along my hardness all the way to the base and she took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked it gently, her hand teasing my ass with light strokes. She engulfed me again. The sensation was overwhelming and I knew that I was going to explode.\nFeeling my cock begin to spasm, Dawn stroked me faster and faster until a jet of hot cum shot into the air, like a geyser erupting. She continued to stroke me until she was sure that I was finished, my hot cum oozing over her hands. \"Did that help?\" she asked impishly, as she wiped the cum from her hands and my pants.\n\"Thanks, Dawn,\" I said, \"I needed that. I took her face in my hands and kissed her sweetly.\nLaying back in her seat again, Dawn closed her eyes again.\nQuickly pulling up my jockeys and pants, I rolled the car back out onto the road, once again continuing the trip to Hana. The two-hour ride allowed me to think of the fun to come on the black sand beach, and looking over at Dawn, my heart filled with such longing. I thought to myself, My God, Dawn, I can't get enough of you.\n\"Wake up, Dawn,\" I said finally, \"we're almost to Hana. Where's this beach of your's?\"\nI laughed as Dawn woke up with a start. \"Wait a minute while I get my bearings,\" she said, looking around frantically, whipping the sleep from her eyes. \"Up there a bit, turn left on that little dirt road.\"\nTurning, we wound our way down the road and soon came to the beach. There was no one in sight anywhere on the beautiful black sand. Parking the car behind a bush just to be safe, I stepped out of the car. Dawn jumped out of the vehicle and quickly started stripping her clothes off. As she ran toward the water, she yelled over her shoulder, \"Catch me if you can!\"\nI was amazed at how fast she got out of her clothes, but the sight of her beautiful body running toward the surf was very enticing. Stripping my shirt of as I went, I started out after her. Taking my pants and jockeys off while running proved to be too much for me and I tripped and fell. As I lay on my back, I frantically pulled them off and then looked up to see my beautiful curly headed blonde cavorting in the water, her breasts gently bouncing as she frolicked among the waves.\nTossing my pants and shoes away, I joined her in the ocean. As I approached, Dawn splashed me and half-heartedly tried to get away. I managed to grab her and I held her tightly. As we embraced, the surf rushed over us, knocking us over, but we somehow stayed locked in our kiss. Bobbing up from the water laughing, I jumped up and tried to run back toward the black-sanded beach.\nDawn clipped my foot with her arm and I fell to the sand, where she pounced on me. We rolled around in the sand until a new wave washed over us, cleaning us off. Rolling her over onto her back, I pinned her arms down, while my body burrowed in between her legs.\nDawn looked at me with a crooked smile. \"Why, darling, are you going to take me right here on the beach in the surf?\"\nI gave her an evil grin and she opened her legs wider. \"Take me, take me now, I want it so badly.\"\n\"Oh, you want me badly, do you?\" I said as I looked down on her beautiful face and body. Then I rolled over on my back, pulling her over on top of me. \"Well, Dawn, if you want me that badly, you're going to have to take me! I want you to fuck ME!\nStraddling my body, her wet pussy just inches from my hard cock, Dawn smiled and said \"Like this?\" as she lowered her pussy onto my throbbing cock. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, I plunged deeper and deeper into her. Finally, she pushed down hard and held me deep inside her, only making rotating movements with her hips, making my pelvic bone and cock press hard against her clit. Oh my god, she was really \"fucking\" me!\n\"Oh, Joe, it feels so good, so good!\" she cried. In a moment she was cumming, and that put me over the edge again. I thrust up into her and erupted, joining her as we came together.\n\"Oh, Dawn, I didn't know it could be like this. I didn't know I could want a woman as much as I want you!\" I said, pulling her down to kiss her once more, letting another wave wash over us.\nWe walked back toward the car, my arm around her naked body, basking in the beauty and heat of the tropical paradise. I pulled out the blanket and spread it out on the black sand. Dawn stretched out on the blanket and I began applying lotion to her tanned body. Kneeling beside her I kept thinking that I would wake up and discover that it was all just a dream. I loved the feel of her body under my hands. Leaning down I kissed her again. \"How did you get to be so beautiful?\" I asked. We spent the next half hour lying there, occasionally kissing, and almost constantly stroking each other. My hands caressed her breasts and her taut nipples felt so good.\nShe took her right breast and offered it to me. I eagerly took it and began sucking the erect nipple. As her body turned, her leg touched my flaccid cock and as she undulated slowly, I found myself becoming aroused again.\n\"My god!\" she said. \"Your cock is getting hard again already?\" Getting up off of me, she taunted me, saying, \"Well, if you want me again, you'll have to catch me!\" and started walking backwards coyly toward a stand of palm trees, her hands caressing her body teasingly. \"You like what you see?\" she teased.\nI got up slowly and give her a frustrated look. She laughed and stopped near one of the trees, leaning seductively against it, again holding her breasts in a display that only made me want her more. I walked quickly over to her, pulled her body close to mine and kissed her passionately once again.\n\"Why do I want you so badly?\" I asked. \"Dawn, you are driving me mad with desire! I think you are probably going to kill me today.\".\nShe answered me by raising one leg up and wrapped it around my leg, while putting her arms around my neck. \"You caught me,\" she cooed. \"Now you have to fuck me again.\"\n\"No so fast,\" I said as I pushed her back against the tree and wriggled out from her leg. Dropping to one knee, I let my tongue enter her. She was so wet and the remnants of my cum was still there. The musk from her pussy filled my nostrils as I lapped our juices from her, gently massaging her ass at the same time. It was obvious that this dual attention was exciting her and she reached behind to brace herself against the trunk of the palm tree.\nHolding her ass more tightly, I pushed my tongue deep inside her and then let it glide upward toward her clit. My mouth engulfed her swollen clit and I sucked it harder. Soon Dawn was cumming for me, bathing my mouth and chin with her juices as she writhed before me.\nWhen her body finally went limp, I stood up and kissed her again, letting my hard cock rub against her leg. \"Okay, Dawn, now I'm going to give you that fucking that you wanted to badly.\"\nPulling up her left leg, I positioned myself so that I could slide my cock into her as she leaned against the tree. She held onto my neck for dear life as I began moving in and out of her and she tossed her head and moaned with each thrust.\nHer cries of pleasure only drove me to thrust into her harder and more deeply. When I felt her body tense with yet another orgasm, it was more than I could take. With one more thrust, my rock hard cock exploded in orgasm, my hot cum shooting into her. \"Oohh, god!\" I cried as I grabbed her waist and pulled myself into her. The wonderful sensation lingered on after I had finished cumming. When I pulled out, we both collapsed on the sand at the base of the tree, looking at each other, almost in disbelief at what we had shared that day. I leaned forward and kissed her sweetly.\nWe sat there for a long while in each other's arms, listening to the surf crash against the beach.\nHawaii was a paradise but it was nothing without Dawn. Never had I felt such desire. Never had I met a woman who desired me as much as I did her.\nWe eventually got dressed and drove into Hana to get something to eat. Dawn bought a grass skirt that she hinted would come into play back in our room. On the way back from Hana, we stopped and enjoyed some of the sights, the waterfalls, the quaint bridges, touristy kind of things. After all we had the whole week together.\nBack at the hotel we bathed together and then went out to a romantic candlelight dinner. We didn't make it to desert though, and spent the night and the next day naked in bed. And that is how I discovered how to truly see Hawaii. Hehe.." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In the midst of a passionate encounter on the office desk, their desire reaches new heights. As their bodies intertwine, they explore each other with fervor - from tantalizing kisses to intense oral pleasure. The anticipation builds as they give in to their primal urges and engage in mind-blowing sex against the car's hood in a public parking space. Explore how they push each other to new limits of pleasure, experimenting with different positions and incorporating playful elements like dirty talk and light spanking. Will they be able to contain their desires until they finally reach the bedroom? Let your imagination run wild as you continue this scorching tale of lust and passion.\"\n\nTags: erotic fiction, workplace romance, office encounter, public sex, car sex, intense foreplay, oral pleasure, experimentation, dirty talk" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We pass in the hall. Our eyes meet and I feel my nipples harden. I give a half smile and continue on. As I sit back down at my desk I can feel the juices build between my legs.\nMy mind starts to wonder and I imagine you laying me down on my desk. You run your hands over my body and I moan in anticipation. Your hands stop at my knees and as you start to slide your hands up my thighs to push up my skirt and reveal my barely covered pussy- \"Ring!\"\nThe sound of my phone brings me out of my fantasy. I sigh as I reach to answer it because I know my fantasy will never come true.\nI focus on work the rest of the day and soon I realize I seem to be the only one left. I gather my purse and start to leave. As I walk past your office I hear you call my name. My breath catches in my throat as I take a step back into your doorway.\n\"Yes?\"\n\"I'd like you to take a look at something, if you don't mind.\"\n\"No, I don't mind at all.\" I walk into your office and you motion for me to sit as you hand me a file. As I start to read, you stand behind me and I can feel the heat if your body. My body responds. Goosebumps. Hardened nipples. My pussy starts to get wet.\n\"Looks good.\" I can hardly get the words out. You reach around me and grab the file and toss it on your desk. Your hand grabs mine and you pull me out of the chair. As I turn to face you, you step closer and look me in the eyes. As your gaze drops to my lips I take a small step closer and put my hands on your chest. The feeling of your body under my fingers results in a breathy sigh.\nThe next thing I know, your lips are on mine. Gently at first and as you feel me respond, the kiss becomes deeper. I part my lips and you take over. Our tongues dance and I press my body against yours.\nYour hands slide down my back, pressing my hips into yours as I move my hands up into your hair. I can feel your hardness straining against the clothing between us. I pull away and look into your eyes as my hands slowly undo the knot in your tie. I let the fabric slide through my fingers and fall to the floor. As I start to undo the buttons on your shirt, you pull my shirt loose from my skirt. My hands slide up your exposed chest to your shoulders and I slide your shirt off and it lands in the chair.\nYour arms wrap around me as your mouth takes over mine again, our tongues tangle and you gently bite my lower lip. I feel you lift me off the floor and as you set me down on the desk I feel my skirt rise up to my hips. The grip you have on my hips loosens and you slide up my sides, lifting my shirt as you go. As it comes off, your mouth falls to the top of my breasts, licking, sucking. I reach around to unclasp my bra and it falls, exposing my hard nipples to you. With a moan you lean down and take one of my nipples between your teeth, sucking it in and I gasp as your tongue flicks it.\nYou lay me back on the desk and your mouth explores my body, licking, sucking, biting, kissing while my hands are wrapped in your hair and my hips rise up to find hardness I am craving.\n\"Mmm\" I groan as your hands work up my thighs to the heat between my legs. You pause and our eyes lock. Your thumb catches the small strip of fabric, exposing to you how turned on I really am. I gasp and then hold my breath, waiting. Slowly I feel your fingers slide along my slit and then inside me. You circle my clit slowly with your thumb as your fingers slide in deeper and find that perfect spot. I press my hips forward, wanting you deeper, harder.\n\"Girl, you have no idea how long I have waited to do this,\" you growl in my ear. Suddenly you're on your knees, flicking your tongue over my clit and my hips buck.and I bite my lip, trying not scream. Your tongue moves faster and I groan. While your fingers continue to work my dripping pussy, I feel your lips around my clit. \"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!\" Your mouth sucks my clit and that sends me over the edge. Gasping. Moaning. My hands in your hair, pressing you into me while you keep working my pussy until I slow to a pant, trying to catch my breath, legs quivering. You stand up and lean over to kiss me. I taste myself on your lips and I feel my pussy starting to throb again. \"I need you inside me.\" I whisper as I wrap my legs around your waist and pull you in. I feel your erection right at my entrance. You slowly start to slide into me and I can't take anymore so my legs tighten around your waist and you fill me to the hilt.\nI loosen my hold and you pull all the way out, running the head your cock down my slit and back up over my clit. I squirm with impatience while you tease me a little longer then you slide your way back in until every inch is inside me. My hands are gripping the edge of your desk. \"Is this what you wanted?\" you ask. \"Yes,\" I groan as I push back against your hips, wanting you deeper still. You start to work your way out and in, again and again. Slow. Hard. Deep. Every time you fill me, my hips move to meet you. Your hands are exploring my stomach, my breasts, pinching my nipples. I feel myself teetering on the edge. \"Come inside me,\" I say. You thrust slow and deep one more time and I am sent over the edge. I hear your growl as you come with me. Minutes later, you're leaning over me kissing and nipping at my neck and shoulder and I still feel you inside me.\nAfter we both catch our breath, you slowly start to pull out of me and gently kiss my lips. \"Come home with me\" you say with a sly smile.\nI just grin and bite the corner of my lower lip as I start getting dressed. After we both have gathered our things, you take my hand and lead me out to your car in the parking garage.\nAs you lean past me to open the passenger door, our eyes lock and I feel the heat start to pool between my legs. The way you look at me...mmm. I wrap my arms around you, kiss your neck and press my hips against you. Your hands slide up my back and into my hair as you press me against the car. Already I can feel your arousal and I groan against your neck, giving a little nip.\n\"Your place may be too far,\" I mumble before I move to kiss you. Taking your lower lip gently between my teeth, I give a little suck before my mouth is over yours, my tongue running across your lip, so hungry to taste you. Your response is just as urgent, and your hands are sliding down my sides to find the bottom of my skirt and then back up to grab a handful of my ass, pressing me into you harder.\nWe are so caught up in the moment, we don't even realize we're still in the garage.\nSuddenly, I pull away. I turn us around so that you are up against the car and I slowly work my way down your body. Sucking, kissing and giving little nips here and there as I unbutton your shirt. When I get to the waist of your pants, I pause, look up at you and grin. Looking into your eyes, I lick my lips as I undo your pants, sliding them down slowly, freeing your hard cock. I see some pre-cum on the tip, reach out to wipe it with my finger and suck it off.\nYou groan with pleasure and thrust your hips forward, urging me to take you into my mouth. I wrap my hand around the top of your shaft, and slowly slide my way down its length. I look up at you, watching your eyes and the reaction to my touch. I slide my hand up and down a few times, enjoy the hardness of you between my fingers and I can tell you enjoy it too from the little sounds you're making. I look up at you again as a lean forward and take my time licking you from tip to the base, down over your balls and I feel your hands in my hair pressing my mouth against you. Finally, I take the tip of your length into my mouth and swirl my tongue around while I gently suck. Slowly I suck you in, inch my inch, my tongue exploring you till I get you all the way in, down my throat. Your hips buck gently as I start working my way back up.\nI work my mouth up and down your hard cock slowly at first and picking up the pace. Soon your hips are moving in time with my mouth. Your moans let me know you're close and my hand finds your balls and I start to gently roll them through my hand, continuing to work your cock with my mouth.\n\"Oh fuck,\" you growl. \"I'm gonna cum!\"\nYou tense and I feel your cum shoot down my throat but I keep sucking and sliding my tongue up and down you until I get every last drop.\nYou grab my hands and pull me up, kissing me again and our tongues meet.\nAs you pull away, I give you a seductive smile, get in the car and wiggle my finger for you to join. You pull your pants back up, get behind the wheel with a chuckle and we're off.\nDriving through the city, we keep glancing at each other. Our arms brush up against one another and I feel the sparks of heat between us.\nAt the next light, your hand is on my thigh, slowly working its way up under my skirt. My breath catches in anticipation. A moment later your hand is pushing aside my thong, my legs are spreading a little farther and you have slipped a finger inside, feeling how hot and wet I am for you.\nYou gently tease me with that one finger for a couple blocks till you have me squirming in my seat. I grab your arm and pull it closer, my hips pressing against your hand.\nJust when I think I can't take it anymore, you slip in another finger and press them both against the perfect spot. I let out a little yelp and you smile at me.\nWe stop at another light, next to a truck and I realize the driver is looking down at me. I pull your hand out from under my skirt and suck both your fingers into my mouth, tasting my juices on you. The driver of the truck drops his jaw and is left sitting at the light as we take off. You just shake your head and speed off.\nAfter I've had my fill of my cum on your fingers, your hand again finds its way back up under my skirt and you again work one finger inside me and your thumb finds my clit. You're swirling your thumb in circles around my clit, working your finger in and out of my wet pussy. I throw my head back and moan as I feel the heat building. I know I'm close and I can't wait to cum again. Just as I am teetering on the edge and about to fall, you stop the car in your parking space and your hand stops with it.\nI take a moment to catch my breath and give you the evil eye.\n\"I promise once I get you in my bed, it will have been worth the wait.\" And with that you get out of the car and come around to open my door." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and passionate connection between two lovers as they engage in a sensual encounter filled with trust, devotion, and deep desire. Incorporate elements of oral pleasure, anal play, and power dynamics into the narrative. Highlight the significance of their physical intimacy and the emotional journey that unfolds throughout their encounter. Use tags such as \"erotic romance,\" \"intense passion,\" \"trust,\" \"sensuality,\" and \"deep connection.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It is an evening in winter. My rooms are warm and their possessions are as I like them: The candle's light reflecting nothing but my signature. The iridescent quartz egg I have been nervously rolling around in my palm is quite hard, and now quite warm as well. My inner knowing tells me he is near.\nThe knock is light on the door. He enters without a word, taking me into his arms immediately. He is dressed in a perfectly starched white shirt and faded jeans under a full length charcoal wool coat. He is six feet and two inches tall, with wide shoulders tapering down to narrow hips astride his flat stomach. He has soft, light brown hair, and very still brown eyes. He has to lean over to embrace my petite frame. I lay my cheek against his sternum and wrap my arms around his waist. This is unexpected! I have been encircled; I love the feel of it. He rocks me slightly back and forth, kissing my blond tresses then laying his cheek against them as our senses commune.\nAs we stand apart he notices the small object in my hand. Taking it, he comments on its warmth and asks me what it is. I tell him that I have been using it to transfer nervous energy from me. He smiles and embraces me again. He whispers \"be still\" against my now tingling ear. I have known this man for months, but it has been only earlier this evening that we have moved to be together alone.\nHe sits down at the end of my hi-backed, dark tapestried sofa. He is simply elegant. One would never know that he hadn't sat there a hundred times before. He is a very still pool. It calms me, as I sit beside him, just to look at him with my pale blue eyes. I want to drink him.\nAgain he wordlessly draws me to him until my side runs along his and my head lies tilted against his shoulder. Our eyes look into each other as our hands explore and our breathing deepens and increases.\n\"What are you thinking, beautiful?\"\n\"That I will only once kiss you for the first time.\"\nWith that we know the time has come. He takes my face in his hands. His eyes do not stray from my plump, parting lips. He moves so slowly! The touch of his tongue is like that of delicate snowflakes upon bare ground. It touches me at the very edge of my sensitivity, then slowly melts over my tongue. His mouth becomes like water, dripping onto me, running over me, swirling around in me, filling me. My mouth is made liquid everywhere he touches. We are becoming intimate in this one orifice. He is making love to my mouth. My only thought is, 'drink, drink this.'\nNever have my senses resonated like this. I offer small resistance as he pulls off and sits up. He slips out of his coat as I slide my back up against the pillow at the other end of the couch. I am wearing a thin black spaghetti- strapped cotton T and faded blue cotton shorts rolled over twice at the waist. As I move I notice the ample cleavage the clingy shirt exposes and feel my thong moistening under the small shorts. I feel very relaxed. One of my firm legs leans against the back of the sofa, the other lays off of it, my foot on the floor. I feel the fire he has started in me. I do not move and I cannot wait.\nHe makes himself comfortable on top of me. We kiss again. If anything it is even more languorous and luxurious than before. He drapes his tongue onto mine like a painter carefully laying a gossamer piece of fabric about the naked hips of his beloved subject. I press my breasts against his chest, wrap my arms around his neck and join with him. The passion of our kissing ascends. The heat of the fire he is stoking in me now radiates throughout my core. His hands move over me. I want his hard cock touching me. I know, with growing amazement, that it will wait.\nI drop my head back and groan out loud as he slides off of my mouth to plant luscious wet kisses down the side of my neck and across my collar bone to my throat. He runs his long fingers up the back of my fragile neck as he points his tongue, then he slowly draws it up and out to my jaw. He lifts his head and looks me directly in the eye. I let him see what is inside of me with no hesitation, and surprisingly, it is the simplest thing to do. I sense the past moving on. I bask in the simple presence of the moment. His eyes shine, earthy and strong, the ground I have gone to.\nHis fingers feel like little torches everywhere they touch my exposed flesh, making me literally swoon. Soon he runs his palms up the covered sides of my ample breasts and circles them again and again over my engorged nipples. He runs his hands up underneath my T to squeeze my breasts together while he breathes gently onto the hot swollen bells, then blows on them to see them swell even more. He is fueling the fire in me. I marvel at his skill.\nOh, but his patience is testing me! I pull my shirt over my head and drop it. Now he can suck on my nipples through the black lace of my bra. Instead, he kisses me again as he plucks my nipples like strings on an instrument, then reaches around and releases my tits from their bonds. He begins the same torturously fine ministrations with his tongue on my now fully exposed breasts. I watch, enraptured, while inside I struggle with my inclination to act, and fight against my inclination to think.\n\"Let go,\" I say aloud, not meaning to. He puts a hand on my forehead and as he draws it back into my hair he pulls his mouth off of my left breast.\n\"let go, yes.\"\nHe doesn't know about the painfull memory of the man I called husband. The man that betrayed my love and trust, forcing me to find a new way, rudderless and alone. He doesn't know that he is the first man since that time that I have chosen to grant access to the heavily guarded sanctuary that is who I am inside.\nI turn my thoughts away from these things. I push myself up, then begin unbuttoning his shirt. Though I want to, I refuse to move fast. As soon as I am able to reach them though, my tongue takes a greedy turn, encircling his nipples while I suck them, licking them slowly from bottom to top, taking them between my teeth. I am so full of desire for this man! I hear his moans. They make me feel weak and wild at the same time! He releases the cuffs himself and leisurely discards his shirt. I reach for his jeans but feel his hands circle my shoulders and lay me back again.\n\"Not now little one\"\nI am almost flat on my back. My need is burning me! \"Please....\"\nHe eases off my shorts, dropping them on the floor. I watch his eyes drink me in. I am made still by them. He is such a deep well of desire! He leans over, placing one hand around my thigh against the sofa back and with the other he ever so lightly traces along the waistband of my black cotton thong.\n\"Please....\" He looks into my craven eyes but says nothing, resuming his work. Such is his devotion to pleasuring me. I lay back, blown away. His tongue traces the waistband now. \"Oh yes, oh please!\"\nHe lifts and pulls over the thin fabric with his forefinger granting entry underneath to his index finger and that incredible tongue. As his mouth plays over my mound, his finger steadily traces my delicate swollen folds. I moan and whimper and draw my head from side to side. Not a sound does he make.\nI want to touch his cock! I feel such a need for it. At every turn that I have expected the scene to change, it has not. I am aching and spellbound.\nHe kneels between my legs and draws them up to rest against his chest. He loops two fingers under the waistband of my undies, now soaked in his saliva and my juices. I lift my hips to help the fabric escape from beneath me. Before he pulls them over my ankles, he leans forward and takes a deep breath, drinking in my scent from them. His rigid long cock now throbs against my leg. The last stitch of my clothing is discarded.\nHe whispers \"You are such a fine and lovely woman.\" The most beautiful feeling fills my heart. His words are like music, making me drift and sway. He runs his hands over the front of my legs, kissing the arch of my foot, then kissing and licking the sides of my calves as he moves his hands around to the back of my thighs. With no warning he forcefully pushes my legs down and apart, my knees stopping just at my shoulders. I cry out in shock as I'm pulled to attention!\nThe sudden action and strength of his motion escalates my want to something fierce! The full presentation of my sex seems to be having the same effect. We look at each other intensely, bright flaming fire in both of our eyes. We are like two powerful totems together in a magic circle made of the fire's light. I am a Mountain Lioness. Before me, a beautiful Snow Leopard. I feel his grip on me. I hear him growling low and long. I have no fear.\nHe lays over me, his hands at my ankles and his raging hard-on, still covered, against my sex. He suckles each of my breasts passionately. When he draws his still pressing hands back to my ass and lowers his face to my dripping pussy, I begin to pant. \"Oh...my...God!\" I gasp.\nHis tongue touches the hairs at the back of my anus like the slightest breeze on a hot day touching the grass on a hill, then moves as such over my pucker and all the way up my glazed slit to my begging clit.\nThis tongue would be my master!\n\"Oh my God!\" It's all I can say as time after time he pushes my legs forward and tours my sex with the tip of his tongue like a hummingbird's wings fluttering against the air. I have never known such exquisite torture! \"Please, I need you!\" I whine.\n He pays me no heed. I am left to thrash my head about, squeeze my breasts, pinch and pull on my nipples and run my hands over my own flesh. I am desperate, but I am also honored by his dedication to my pleasure. I am staggered by his discipline. I feel like I am in a dream.\nHe finally looks up at me. He lets loose my legs but puts a hand firmly between my heaving breasts. I stretch my legs out and over his shoulders and settle further back on the couch. He starts again, now with force and from the bottom of my labia. He makes wide tongue strokes, lapping up the juices between my lips. He doesn't stop each strike until he is over my swollen clit. He watches me watch him. He is gauging my reaction. He brings his palm over my weeping cunt and begins to rub his index finger over my \"little man.\" I moan and groan. It feels so good! He changes to moving his finger in figure eights around my clit then down one side and up the other of my hot pink lips. I have no more thoughts, just carnal pleasure, and lust. He puts his finger at my entrance, slick and open, and pushes it all the way in. I cry out! I pant and pant. I feel his hand and finger turn. Now he strokes my depths in the front.\n\"You're so sweet to taste beautiful, does my finger inside of you feel good?\"\nI am being swept away. His tongue is doing duty on my clit as he inserts another finger into my pussy. I am on the verge of orgasm. He knows I am close to the edge. I am burning down! My hips are rocking back and forth and I am half unconscious when suddenly his tongue is gone and his hand is furiously pumping my cunt, his fingers pushing rapid fire against the ultra-sensitive spot deep inside me. I can't even make words..... I scream, as one of the most intense orgasms ever rips through my core. The second my breathing slows and I open my eyes he does it again! \"Fuck!\" I scream as my consciousness is once again shattered by bliss.\nWhen my awareness reforms and my eyes slowly open, I find him on top of me. His very wet jeans and rigid cock are once again pressing into my thigh. He has his elbows on the pillow on either side of my head and is running his fingers lightly through my hair. His simmering eyes are directly above mine. His voice is low but not a whisper.\n\"Would you like me to fuck you in your bed?\"\nMy eyes flare open wide as a new wave of desire grabs me like a riptide. I nod my head in slow motion. He stands and offers his hand to me. I raise mine with an effort. He walks me into my bedroom as if it were his and sits me down on the edge of my massive pine sleigh bed. There are candles here too, and it is by their light that I watch him step back from me, open his jeans, and let them fall over his beautiful long cock and legs to the floor. My mouth has gone dry. This man is masterly! He steps out of his loafers and jeans, stands back tall, spreads his legs and takes his hard glistening cock in his hand with his thumb on top and two long fingers underneath. As his hand moves in slow rhythm spreading pre-cum from head to base I stare transfixed, swallowing hard.\nThis is for me! I feel the power of every Goddess from every mystery. He understands the nature of the goddess and is her devotee! I feel that power settle gently inside as I sense him worshiping me.\nAs he moves forward I lay back and lift my feet from the floor to his shoulders. He releases his cock to take my ankles in his hands and pull my hips to the edge of the woven silk bedcover. I lift my hips and brace my elbows under my hands on my ass. He stations the head of his tool, thick and wet, at the opening that is the goddess' door. I no longer feel any inclination to beg as I am aware that now he brings gifts to me. I feel serenity. He squats and flexes his supple muscles as he gently pushes his offering deep inside of me. I feel the steel of it penetrating: the satisfaction of such an overwhelming need! He takes another long slow stroke, putting his large hands in place of mine on my ass. My eyes glow in the soft light, then close tight as he changes his devotion to fast, hard, deep, fabulous fucking!\n\"Oh yes baby, fuck me, yes!\"\nI am overcome by wave after wave of intensely powerful orgasmic spasms. My hands dig hard into the fine cloth as I succumb to the electricity exploding everywhere inside. He holds himself tight against me enjoying my muscles sucking his cock and my face distorted in pure abandon to satisfaction of desire.\nAs I begin to recover he leans over and kisses my bellybutton. I feel his hands grip loosen and I whine for him not to leave me. Every inch he pulls out feels like a little death: a little death by phallus.\nI am still panting but now wear the most delightfull smile. With little strength I creep back onto the bed, turning my legs towards the numerous pillows at it's head. He crawls between my legs yet again, spreading his knees wide. The deep well of him reflects an unquenched fire through his dark eyes. His tool is wet and huge right in front of my admiring eyes.\nHe bends over and kisses me. He whispers that he has more to give me. I feel so loved! He gathers several pillows, putting one behind my head and conveying the rest of them together underneath my lower back and smoking ass. Again he drapes my legs over my shoulders, my full breasts squeezed together in between. Again he circumnavigates my sex, this time flicking his luscious tongue back and forth as he takes each hungry tour. I want to be warm poured water but I cannot. The electricity is once again coursing and charging through me, forcing my body to respond. Each time he reaches my asshole I get electrified! He lingers there more and more. \"You want my ass\" I quietly say.\nHe looks surprised; \"How did you know?\"\nI smile at him. \"I could tell.\"\nI lift my legs and roll off the side of the bed. My feet make a soft pitter patter sound as I cross the dark hall to the bathroom and the cabinet where I keep my perfumes, bath salts and assorted other things. His eyes do not leave me as I return to my spot with a bottle of fine oil. His brown eyes look at me questioningly despite his need.\nI say exactly what I feel. \"I trust you.\"\nI lovingly bathe his cock, balls and pubes in oil. He moans and sighs as his cock twitching in my hands. I am so enjoying pleasuring him this way, but I can't wait to feel him again from the inside. I want his cock in my butt! I lay my head back into the pillow and push the pillows under me more tightly together as he draws my legs all the way up to my shoulders so that I can hold them from behind my knees. I smile as I notice that the intensity of his need has nearly taken him now. He settles between my legs, one hand on the cover between my left leg and side, the other holding the base of his erection, directing it to my nether mound. Even now he takes the time to look up at me.\n\"Yes baby, put it in my butt. I want your cock in my ass. I want you to cum deep inside of me. Please, take it....\"\nWe continue to look at each other. He puts the head of his cock against my pucker. I drizzle a bit more oil over his helmet just as he pushes it in. I take in a staggered breath and feel my whole body fall to him. He gasps and flushes as my body opens and he pushes himself further in. We experience an unbelievable lack of resistance. I am amazed by my level of physical openness and trust; he is simply overcome. He finds the will to pull nearly out one time, then he gives himself over to his desire. His eyes close. He is in ecstasy. His head rises high, his mouth still open wide, then lowers and begins to roll from shoulder to shoulder as he drives his throbbing dick into me again and again. My anal muscles quiver and grasp him during every stroke. He feels so good inside my ass. I know his groans are coming from the very center of him. I purr and spank his butt. He groans and thrusts more aggressively with his hips.\nI can feel him struggling for composure after the long wait. I can feel it in the shaking of his body. I can see it in the sweat glowing on his skin and dripping from his face onto mine. I know I am witnessing the center of him. I have never felt such intimacy. I want to end his struggle. I want to see him explode in orgasm. \"Dearheart, what do you want?\"\nHe can't even open his eyes. He can barely talk at all. \"I'm...so...close. Please.... let me cum.\" I do not deny him. I want to feel the gift of his seed deep within me.\n\"Yes baby, cum. Don't be quiet though, let me hear everything you feel!\"\n\"Your ass...is... amazing!\" My hands hold his shoulders as he heaves, gasps and tenses everywhere as the first rope of cum explodes from his tightened balls. He pulls back for a second, then drives madly into me over and over until he is thoroughly spent and his seed is running out of my hole.\nHe crashes onto my body, his head beside mine on the pillow. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight to me. Seeing and feeling him orgasm inside me makes me feel so full, so connected to him. I can't run enough sweet kisses up his neck. I can't run my hands over his shoulders tenderly enough. I can't be close enough, even with him still inside of me.\nAs he begins to recover he turns his head and we smile at each other from the true center of our hearts. I slowly lower my legs and he slips out of me but not away. He rests right by me like a treasure in my care, his head lying against the pillow of my breasts, blanketed in my arms. This amazingly deep, quiet, masterly, loving man has made me let the past be gone. He has walked me away from my will, to ground I have never known, and feelings I have never known so sweetly. He has worshiped me as Femme, the Goddess. I feel blessed, and more alive than I have ever been.\nIn time we move. The pillows are back at the head of the bed. He lies against them. His tilted head rests upon the folded hand at the end of his bent elbow. I lay on my side, my leg thrown over his and my chin resting on my hand atop his chest. We are glowing. We are still in the circle. We watch each other as I lightly trace my free hand's fingers up and down the beautiful muscles of his torso and his long outstretched arm.\nLaid out, completely disarmed, he says what is suddenly simple for him.\n\"I trust you\"." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"In the midst of impending deployment, Michael and Laine's forbidden love reaches a breaking point. Write a steamy scene where they give in to their desires, exploring the depths of their passion before he leaves. Incorporate elements such as clandestine encounters, desperate longing, and intense emotional connection. Include vivid descriptions of their bodies and sensations as they engage in passionate lovemaking— from Michael's firm grip on Laine's supple curves to her wetness enveloping him completely. Use tags like 'forbidden romance,' 'military erotica,' 'passionate affair,' and 'long-distance love'.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice was tight and his words carefully chosen—he knew that the phones were most likely being monitored on the eve of the new rush of deployments. His hands were damp and he clutched the phone in his hand, his eyes shut tight as his mind raced. Regret, nervousness, anticipation, fear—emotions similar to these raced through his troubled mind, and finally, he spoke again. \"I need to see you.\" He admitted, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited her answer.\nFor a moment, there was silence, and he could hear her breathing. Michael waited, knowing that what he asked for was a lot, in light of her circumstances. Her father was very strict, and disapproved of their relationship, discreet as he and Laine had always tried to be.\n\"Come for me.\" She answered, finally, her voice taking on a determined edge. \"I won't let you leave without saying goodbye in person.\"\nIn moments, he was in his battered Charger, racing towards her parents' house. The warning sirens were going off, and the whole base was lit up as soldiers packed and prepared. He would leave before six the next morning—could he say all the things he needed to say to her?\nMichael grimaced as he approached her well lit house, and briefly considered pulling rank on her father if he made a scene. He smiled gratefully, but apprehensively when Laine dashed from outside and threw herself into the car with a terse \"Drive!\"\nHe obeyed, glancing over at her as he did so, admiring her in silence. She was dressed in jeans and a college sweatshirt, her long dark hair loose around her shoulders and her face untouched by makeup, not that she ever really needed it. Michael saw that she seemed very pale, but she was still remarkable beautiful despite it. Perhaps it was youth, Michael didn't know—whatever it was, Laine always affected him.\nThe miles from the base to his apartment seemed endless, and for the majority of it, they were silent. Michael felt the churning within him as he sought to know her thoughts, although parts of him wished he would never know. The grieving look on her face said it all, and he ached for her.\n\"Why is this happening?\" She asked him, suddenly, reaching out to enclose his fingers with hers. \"Michael, I'm so afraid for you…\" she whispered, \"And so sad for me!\"\n\"I don't know, honey, I just don't understand either.\" Michael answered, squeezing her fingers. How he would miss her while he was gone, her sweet smile, her teasing ways, her intensely shocking behavior!\n\"I want you to make love to me.\"\nMichael felt the words rip through him and he glanced at her again, heat rushing to his face. What a fool he was, he thought, aching for her, what a waste of a man to deny her what he so desperately wanted to give!\nMichael grimaced and tried to avoid her luminous dark eyes, but he couldn't escape them. They drew him, and he smiled weakly as they focused on him penetratingly. \"Michael, do you hear me? I want you to make love to me tonight.\" She pressed, sounding far older than her nineteen years. \"I don't want you to leave me without giving me something.\"\n\"You have everything else.\" Michael choked. \"I can't think, breathe, or exist without thoughts of you.\" Despair deepened his voice and he turned his bright blue eyes at her. \"You know I can't…\"\nHer expression hardened and her eyes seemed to grow more dark. \"Fuck her, Michael, she can't have you…if you love me as you say, you are useless to her. Give to me what is mine.\"\n\"Laine, please…\"\nHer hand released his and she hugged herself tightly, retreating from him. They drove the rest of the way in silence, and inwardly, Michael battled with himself, desperate to find the right words for her.\n\"Perhaps I'll be seen.\" She said, bitterly, when he reached for hand to help her from his car. She glared at him fiercely, and looked around, shivering in the November chill. \"Aren't you scared to be seen with me?\"\n\"I don't think anyone who looked at you would notice anyone standing beside you.\" Michael said softly, honestly. He touched her hair gently. \"All they would see is you.\"\nTaking her hand, he led her across the courtyard and to his apartment, which he opened without turning on the light. They entered quietly and she closed the door, saying nothing to him as he set aside his bags and latched the locks. As he reached behind her for the light, he felt her against him, her breath warm against his neck and her hands trembling. \"Touch me, Michael,\" she pleaded, embracing him, \"we don't have much time…\"\nHer body was strong and supple, gentle curves and firm muscle fitted perfectly into her small frame. Michael shivered to feel it beneath her clothes and he tried to block out the image of her trembling and wet beneath him. It was harder to ignore the demand of his swollen manhood pressing against her, but he struggled to contain it as he responded to her kisses, telling himself he would allow that, that her mouth would be enough to satisfy him.\nThey had sustained him for the last eight months, despite his desperate dissatisfaction and her growing fury. It had been all he had permitted, all that he could let her have…\nShe groaned against his mouth, pressing herself firmly into him. \"Please, please,\" she whispered, \"please, just this once…touch me, Michael, no one need know, this is our world, and you're leaving it, I want to remember, I need to remember…\" Michael groaned, trying to pull away but the feel of her mouth on his neck was agonizingly sweet. \"There will never be anyone else, you are mine, and I want you to know it, I want you to claim me, I'm yours, Michael, damn you, I'm yours!\"\nHis hands moved underneath her shirt of their own accord, feeling the tautness of her belly, the silk of her skin. Slowly, they traveled upward, and he gasped as he felt her unbridled breasts. They filled his hands exquisitely, firm with youth and topped by nipples that seemed as hard as that part of him he tried to ignore.\n\"Feel me, how wet I am for you, touch me with your fingers, I want you to know…\"\nMichael felt like a man possessed as he began to undo her jeans. He slipped the material over her hips and groaned to feel the silk of her panties. She kissed his neck and shoulders, nipping at him as he lowered her panties and cupped her bottom in his hands, marveling at her perfection, the tight firmness. Then, when she was entirely naked, his fingers slid between her parted legs and he gasped with her, feeling the hot juices on his fingers as he began to stroke her.\n\"Please, please…\" she repeated, \"I need to feel your cock, please…\" She begged, again, pulling at him.\nShe was beautiful, powerfully sensual, and Michael felt lost as he touched her deep within. A grey fog passed over Michael's eyes and he groaned loudly, feeling crazed. Nothing else seemed to matter but possessing her, feeling her…His mouth descended on hers and he pushed her roughly against the door, pulling his fingers out of her as he began to tear at his own clothes. His eight-inch cock sprang free and he was suddenly naked beside her.\n\"This is what you want so badly…\" He whispered, pressing it against her firmly, \"this is what you've done to me, what you do to me every time I hear your voice, every time you touch me in any way…do you really want to feel what I feel for you?\" He demanded, kissing her fiercely.\nShe tilted her face up to stare into his eyes, \"Yes, give it to me…\"\nMichael groaned and lifted her so that her legs wrapped around his. Hesitating briefly, he glanced at her beautiful face and decided. Pressing her against the door, he began to sink into her, pushing steadily into the tight channel of her body…\nHer pussy was tighter that he had ever imagined, and Michael held still when he felt himself buried to the hilt, desperate to hold back. His balls rested against her and she was shaking, rocking desperately, her eyes wide and suddenly glassy. \"Oh, fuck…\" He gasped, feeling the precum building inside him. He was ready to explode already!\nHe began to thrust inside her, moving his hardening cock deep within her as she clung to him. \"I love you,\" he whispered, kissing her breasts and mouthing her nipples, \"I will always love you…\"\nBracing her against him, he began to carry her to his bed, locked deep within her. It seemed as though she weighed nothing at all, and he felt gallant, powerful, and sensual as he lowered her down onto the clean smelling sheets and continued his lovemaking. Her face was bleary with bliss and her skin damp with perspiration. Michael pressed his face into her hair and inhaled; taking in the unmistakable combination of Pantene and Chanel 5 perfume…God…he would spend his life with that smell in his mind….\n\"You feel so right, so good…\" Michael groaned to himself as she moved beneath him, \"God, I could never have imagined…\"\n\"I want it to be like this always, how could you wait, how could you deny us this?\"\nMichael kissed her deeply, moving inside gently, trying to control himself. It was so hard to do this, he tried not to think of how her pussy seemed to grab him, squeezing him each time he entered her. Nothing he had felt with his wife had ever been this way, she had never been this wet, or this tight, or felt this…perfect…\nThen, suddenly, cool air…she had pulled herself free of him, and her eyes were filled with fire. \"I want to ride you.\" She whispered, heatedly, drawing up on her knees. Michael stared at her in astonishment as she straddled him, pushing him backwards on to his back. He was sprawled out beneath her, and he could only stare at her, stunned, as she lowered herself onto his cock again.\nOh, God in heaven….Her breasts were a sight, perfect, firm and high, and they swayed with a primal sexiness as she rode him. Her bronzed skin seemed to shimmer with its youthful vitality, contrasting sharply with the paleness of his own skin...she looked exotic and beautiful and the sight of him between her legs was thrilling. Michael felt himself swelling even more as he saw and felt her powerful thighs gripping his and he gasped as he raised his hands to fondle those breasts and touch her smooth skin. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open—deep, guttural moans were escaping those parted lips as she thrust against him, working towards her own climax. It felt as though she was milking him with each movement of her hips, and Michael knew he couldn't last…\nA shiver seemed to run through her and Michael stared up into her blissful face, seeing her nipples stiffen even more. Her back arched and he felt her pussy convulse around his cock…he was suddenly aware of how much wetter she was, and it seemed as though she would burn him within her as she rocked against him. She was making a fierce, primitive keening sound, and suddenly Michael lost it, he rolled her onto her back and began to fuck her with fast, deep strokes, almost as though he were trying to get into her very core.\nThe bed shook with the force of his powerful thrusts, and Laine's head was thrown back, her mouth open as she groaned. No rape could have been as vicious, Michael felt like a madman as he plunged his cock into her over and over, burying himself into her each time, feeling desperate…her legs around him were like vises, and he felt them lock around his waist as she began that tell-tell shiver of another orgasm...this time, when he felt the pull of her pussy muscles, he groaned deeply and buried himself into her as deep as he could go, holding him still as his cock let go…\nHe could feel the thick shots of cum pouring from him and flowing deep inside her…months of restraint, lust, need and desperation…released, and rushing towards her unprotected womb…Michael feel a combination of horror, fear, and satisfaction within him as he shook, willing his seed to find its destination…the look on her face was knowing, and Michael sensed immediately that she knew his intention, and accepted it. Though she glowed with her youthful beauty, the heart of a woman beat within her.\nWhen it was over, he pulled her close to him and wrapped her in his arms. She was shivering, and so he pulled the covers over them. \"I love you, love, love you,\" He whispered, \"I will love you all my life.\" He vowed.\n\"I know.\" She answered, kissing him back, and nestling against him.\n\"Sleep, I'll watch over you,\" Michael said, softly, honestly, \"Sleep until morning…I want you to be the last person I see before I go…\" When he looked back at her, he smiled to see she was already asleep.\nMichael held her closely and protectively. He would go forth and fight his fight, and then he would return to finish off his own battles at home. One thing was for certain—he would come back to her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt:\nExplore the intense sexual tension and forbidden desires that arise between a beautiful, intelligent biologist and her unexpected field study partner in the Arizona desert. Incorporate their initial rivalry and subsequent bond as they navigate the challenges of working closely together. Include a scene where the protagonist's painful encounter with a cactus leads to an intimate moment of vulnerability, as her partner skillfully removes cactus spines from her most sensitive areas. Explore their growing attraction and desire for each other, culminating in a passionate encounter on the couch where they give in to their primal urges. Emphasize the contrast between their professional personas and their hidden desires, as well as the exhilaration of succumbing to temptation. \n\nTags: erotic romance, workplace romance, outdoor sex, voyeurism, oral sex" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm a real looker. And I'm smart. It probably makes me a bit of a snob, though I try to be nice. I may not stop traffic, but I'll slow it down.\nI went to college and majored in Biology. Now, it doesn't take long in the halls of Biology to realize you're the best looking girl there. The Wicked Witch of the East would probably place in the top 5 in attractiveness. As for the guys, Quasimodo would place 6th in personality. This is commentary both on the relative attractiveness of Biology majors and the number of girls in the major. I didn't have much trouble from the guys, though. We all knew I was out of their league. Guys are great, but I was a serious student and went out only when I had the time--which was enough, I hasten to add. I knew what I wanted from a man, and no cheesy line was going to do it. I expected brains, class, a nice body and earning potential, and still I had my share of suitors. I must say I enjoyed my collegiate life. When I graduated with honors, I went to grad school in pursuit of a Master's degree.\nAfter my first year in grad school, I went on a field study in the Arizona Desert. I was going to study a tortoise in the desert, formally called Gopherus Agassizi, not surprisingly referred to as the Desert Tortoise. I could bore you with the details, but I doubt you're reading this for a dissertation on the life of the Desert Tortoise. I was going to be holed up in a cabin in the desert in the middle of nowhere, 53.2 miles from the nearest town to be exact. Six weeks of uninterrupted study of the Aggies (as I like to call them to tease my brother, the A&M grad) in the heat of summer. I was actually excited. I also knew another biologist would be there, probably a guy, which could mean trouble. Hopefully he would at least have the personality of Quasimodo.\nAs (bad) luck would have it, it was a guy. His name was Eric. Luckily, he turned out to be really nice and reasonably good-looking to boot. I could tell he was shocked when he saw me. He studied ants. There's no money in ants. We got along pretty well, fairly professionally. We would ride out together just before dawn on horses. When it started getting hot, we would come back to the air conditioned cabin and wait for the cool of the evening. Then we would go out to do some more field study.\n I really enjoyed running down Aggies and wiring them up. Pick one up, clean a spot on its shell, glue the wire on, put it back. The signals transmitted from the wires I had attached were tracked to record their movements. Those little buggers can roam far for something that moves so slowly. Eric was enjoying himself also, chasing ant hills.\nTaking care of horses was also fun, something I had wanted to do since childhood. It got old after awhile, though. My horse was named Amber. We would go to town weekly to restock the food and for a change of scenery.\nAround the second week it happened. That defining moment in a relationship. Eric and I were talking about boyfriends and girlfriends, and what we were looking for.\n\"Would I have a chance at a girl like you?\" Eric asked.\nI looked him in the eye, surprised he'd even ask.\n\"You wouldn't even get invited to the race,\" I replied.\nHe took it pretty well. I've found that brutal honesty is fairly effective in avoiding future problems. He actually seemed a bit relieved. After that we were more like brother and sister. One day he caught me singing into a kitchen spoon while dancing to \"Tears of a Clown\", and he just turned away laughing. We had gotten to know each other pretty well. Watching him cook, I mused that he would make some girl a really nice husband. He wasn't that much of reclamation project, after all.\nWe had plenty of time to kill while we weren't out in the field or writing our theses. With little to watch on TV (read: nothing but farm reports) we resorted to, I suppose, frontier amusements--I learned to knit, he learned to whittle. He worked on carving little chessmen with his big bowie knife. I'd tell him he could do better with a smaller knife.\n\"Any man can build a house with a hammer,\" he'd reply, \"To build one with a saw takes real skill.\"\nQuasimodo just moved up to 5th place. Nevertheless, I giggled when he said that. I seemed to do a lot of giggling around him. I knew he was sweet. I chided myself for starting to like him, since he was so not my type. I chalked it up to cabin fever. However, watching the sunrise every day with a happy entomologist grows on a girl.\nI guess you had to be there.\nFour weeks passed, and we went out in the morning as usual. Eric had just stopped and was staring at the ground about 100 feet behind me. I saw an Aggie on a small rise and dismounted. I walked over to the little dude with my kit and picked him up. To my shock, there was an Aphonopelma Chalcode (more commonly referred to as the Arizona Tarantula) underneath him, a behavior totally undocumented in the literature. I shrieked and jumped back, losing my balance and dropping the poor Aggie. Now, I had handled spiders and tarantulas in lab before, but seeing one so close to my hand so unexpectedly triggered a major 'get away' reflex. I fell over backward down the hill, my feet apart with my legs nearly straight. Instinctively, I bent forward. Falling in the desert is never a good idea. I landed hard on a little Mother-in-law's chair, a species of cactus (Echinocactus Grusonii if you really must know) that is full of sharp, yellow spines. They penetrated my jeans in a very delicate area, my butt and the rear of my crotch. I shrieked in pain and shock.\nEric covered the distance to me in about the time it took me to scream again. I reached out and he grabbed my hands. I pulled myself up on him and collapsed face-first in the dirt, ass in the air. The cactus came with me. Making matters worse, the movement between my skin and the jeans sheared off some needles in me. Eric quickly donned a glove and pried the bush off of me. I was crying in pain. Dozens of spines had broken off, many under my jeans. Eric didn't know how to proceed. I sat there on my knees, my head on the ground, and collected myself. Now that the shock of the whole incident had worn off, it really didn't hurt that bad. I could deal with the pain. I tried to straighten out, and squeaked. Every movement seemed to drive new spines into me. The ones that were in me were broken off in between my jeans and were resetting themselves with every movement. I was practically helpless. I looked over to see the Aggie wandering by, looking at me as if to say 'serves you right.'\n\"What the hell are you looking at?\" I yelled at it. This was a disaster--I could see no other option but to cut my pants off. I shook my head at the prospect. I had to ask Eric, and I could feel the butterflies start at the prospect of verbalizing it to him. What a predicament. I took a deep breath.\n\"Take my jeans off,\" I begged, and the pit in my stomach felt like someone punched me.\nEric paused.\n\"That's not exactly the context I had hoped to hear you say that,\" he deadpanned.\nI snorted. Even in my state, I was starting to appreciate the humor in the situation.\n\"Not everything happens as one hopes. Get my jeans off.\"\n\"You sure?\"\nI nodded silently. Eric unstrapped his Bowie. With weeks of practice in handling it from his sculpturing, he expertly ran its blade up the seam of my jeans, from hip to knee on each side. Eric was wonderful, firm and professional. He positioned himself behind me and grasp the back of my jeans.\n\"On three,\" he said.\nI mentally prepared myself.\n\"One,\" he intoned.\nI started taking a deep breath.\n\"Two,\" he continued and yanked my cut jeans down. Like ripping off a bandaid, it happened so fast it didn't have time to hurt. I started only a little.\n\"You OK?\" Eric asked, next to my head. I reached back between my legs and felt my posterior. Spines we stuck in me and between my panties and skin. I realized the irony that if I had worn a thong instead of my simple cotton panties I probably wouldn't be in such a bad way. Lessons learned. I shook my head, amused at the thought of including this observation in my thesis defense. I could just see Dr. Imanov querying me about the underwear habits of women in the field.\n\"How bad is it?\"\nEric looked back for awhile. I was acutely aware of my situation-giving him a close up look of my most private areas. It turned me on.\n\"We'll need to get home to get those spines out,\" he replied, by my head again. \"I'll need tweezers.\"\nI nodded in agreement. We needed to get home somehow regardless. \"I can't get up.\"\nEric brought Amber over and in a series of painful and awkward moves we managed to get onto his shoulder. It was a good thing that I only weighed 120. I wondered absently if a fat ass would be more immune to cactus spines. I was jarred back into reality as he slumped me over my horse, face down, bent over the saddle. He saddled up and led me and Amber home\nAs I bounced along on my horse, I considered the lesson I might pass on to my children. \"Be sure you wear clean underwear,\" I would say, \"You never know when you will sit on a cactus!\" I laughed so hard I cried. I may have cracked a rib. I split my time laughing at my predicament and gasping for breath as my horse bounced me. Believe me, slumped over a horse on your stomach is not the way to travel. Saddles are not comfortable like that. And with the remains of my jeans draped around my ankles yet! Fortunately, we were only a few hundred yards of from the house.\nWe stopped by the house, and Eric came to get me. He mistook my incessant laughter for sobbing. I reassured him, and told him the underwear joke, but he barely cracked a smile. Resolutely, he moved me to his shoulder and walked inside. The couch was immediately accessible, and Eric maneuvered us onto it. Carefully, he lowered me off his shoulder to the sofa. My hands grasped the arm of the couch while I knelt on the cushions.\n\"I'll go get tweezers,\" Eric said and walked away.\nI took deep breaths to try to compose myself. I considered the situation we were in. My underwear needed to be removed and cactus spines removed from my butt and crotch. I tried to consider Eric's view also-suddenly up close and personal with my nether regions. I knew enough about men to have an idea of what effect that may have on him. I was also acutely aware of what that thought was doing to me. I wished we had packed a fifth of vodka. Eric appeared before me, kneeling and unsure.\n\"I've got the tweezers,\" he said plaintively. I looked at him and realized this was far more difficult for him than it was for me. I stared into his eyes, full of concern and doubt , only inches from mine. I reached out and stroked his cheek\n\"I'm in trouble, Eric, and only you can help me,\" I began. I brushed his hair from his forehead. \"I need you to remove my underwear and pull out all the splinters.\" Our eyes locked in understanding. Stone faced, he moved out of my line of sight. Two quick cuts and my panties were no longer connected. He made no countdown this time, merely paused for a moment before jerking them free. Externally, I twitched only a little, but a wave of lust coursed through me as I knew he could see my most private parts. Eric worked quickly, pulling spine after spine out of me. His gentle hands touched me lightly, followed with the sharp bite of having the splinters removed from my skin followed by the sudden cooling sting of alcohol. I bit my hand to keep from squealing. I couldn't see what he was doing, so I couldn't brace myself, I just had to take each sensation as it came. My senses were being jarred beyond belief, from pain to pleasure and back.\nIt should have been such a non-sexual situation, yet I was coming apart at the seams. At the time I rationalized that I had merely succumbed to a potent mix of cabin fever and prolonged chastity, but even after all these years I still occasionally masturbate to that scene.\nI tried to keep quiet but often failed, responding to his work with a mixture of squeaks and grunts. I was starting to sweat despite the air conditioning. If he worked his hand just a little further down he would push me over the edge, but he didn't stray from his task. I could smell my arousal. All of a sudden I realized what I wanted. It had been before me all the time-I wanted Eric.\nI held on in silence as he worked me over. Suddenly he placed a towel over my rear and appeared before me. The biologist in me noted the massive dilation in his pupils as I panted.\n\"I'm finished,\" he said.\nI slumped down flat on the couch and dropped my eyes for a moment to the tent in his jeans. He rose to leave, and I reached out to grab his hand, pulling him down again. His eyes locked my mine, discipline fighting with desire. I didn't know how to start, but I knew what I wanted. Unfortunately I was in no condition to have sex. I stared into his eyes for a moment.\n\"Thanks,\" I started and paused. \"I think you got a little excited helping me like that,\" I continued, glancing down at his crotch.\n\"Yeah, well I...\"\nI stopped him with a finger on his lips.\n\"It's OK,\" I said. \"As a reward for your helping me with my problem, I'd like to help with yours,\" I continued, grinning with lascivious intent. He tried a half-hearted protest, but I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward and silenced him with a kiss. I held his face in my hands as I quickly split his lips and our tongues danced. It was glorious. We finally came up for air and he swayed slightly on his knees, heavy lidded.\n\"Was that good?\" I purred.\n\"Incredible,\" he nodded, \"I've wanted to do that for weeks.\"\nI wanted more.\n\"Stand up,\" I proposed. He rose. My shoulders rested on the arm of the sofa, and his crotch was just at eye level. I reached out and undid the top button of his jeans. I looked up and locked eyes with him as I unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. I looked down to see the impressive bulge in his underwear complete with a small wet spot. I hooked my fingers into his waistband and paused momentarily, smiling up to him. I gestured at his crotch and waited for him to agree. He nodded eagerly. I looked back down and quickly freed his member. It sprung out from its confinement, hard and proud, quivering in anticipation. I stroked it gently and pulled him forward to my mouth. He shuffled forward, and I sucked him as soon as he was in range. My head bobbed up and down on his shaft as I snaked my hand down to my hungry pussy. I started to finger myself as he moaned. I knew I wouldn't take long to reach my release, and I tried to go slow to let him catch up. He leaned forward and brushed the towel off of my ass. I was glad he wanted to see it again. He lowered his hand and caressed my cheek as I worked on him. His breathing was becoming loud and labored. I, too, was getting close.\nSuddenly he grunted and pulled out of my mouth with an audible pop. He dropped to his knees and kissed me ferociously. I responded in kind, but stopped fingering myself. I didn't want to come without him. He broke our kiss, and we gazed deeply at each other. Unbridled lust filled his eyes as I panted in anticipation.\nHe rose again, and I eagerly sucked him into my soft, willing mouth. His hands rubbed my back through my t-shirt and tousled my hair. As he started to moan, my fingers resumed their activities on my cunt. I cupped his balls gently with my free hand and flattened my tongue against his rock hard cock as my head bobbed up and down. I knew how to make a guy feel good. When I felt him start to tense up, I pushed myself over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. He came with me, moaning loudly as spurt after spurt ejaculated into my hungry mouth. My orgasm rocked my body and brain, leaving me quivering in complete ecstasy as I pleasured my lover. Finally he pulled out of me and leaned over with his hands on his knees. I kept my lips tight against him as he pulled out, holding his cum in my mouth. With no real option, I swallowed it all, coughing a little as it went down. The aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, and the room was silent as we caught our breaths.\nIt was incredible.\nWe spent the rest of the day in close company. Eric was perfect, waiting on his hapless lover hand and foot. We talked a lot, laughed a lot and kissed even more. By evening I had convinced myself that I had recovered enough to attempt actual intercourse. I carefully got on top of him and we gently made love for the first time. In the end, animal passions won out, and we just fucked our brains out. The healing power of endorphins and adrenalin is just amazing. We took the whole next day off and fucked like rabbits.\nSo that's how it all started for us.\nAfter 14 years and two kids, we're still together. Following our marriage, the emergence of genetic science coupled with the fire ant problem created tremendous opportunities for a talented ant entomologist. Really big money. Me? I'm the VP in charge of coordinating grants and contracts.\nAt our house, as subtle reminders of how we met, we have a nice garden with a few mother-in-law's chairs. We also keep a few Arizona Tarantulas. No Aggies, though, they're endangered and you can't keep them. I do tell my kids to wear clean underwear, but I don't tell them the whole story.\nCrazy how things work out." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate encounter between two lovers as they indulge in a night of sensual pleasure. Start with a scene where the protagonist dreams of holding their partner, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against his fingertips. Describe how their kisses progress from gentle brushes to deep, passionate exchanges, igniting desire and causing his cock to stiffen against her belly.\n\nMove on to describe how he lavishes attention on her breasts, skillfully alternating between tender caresses and teasing bites. Emphasize the importance of touch by highlighting how his hands knead and lift the supple flesh, relishing in its perfection. Mention the anticipation building within him as he plans to continue exploring further down her body.\n\nTransition into a moment where they find themselves in a dimly lit room, with a single bare bulb casting shadows across their entwined bodies. As she stumbles backward, seeking support against the wall, describe how he follows suit by sensually tracing pathways up her inner thighs with delicate precision.\n\nHighlight the intense longing between them as she begs for more while he skillfully uses his tongue to pleasure her sex. Capture their connection through vivid imagery as his tongue licks at her folds like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer's day. Illustrate how each stroke brings forth moans and gasps from her lips until she is on the verge of ecstasy.\n\nIntroduce another layer of pleasure by introducing his fingers into the mix. Depict him expertly sliding one finger inside her while continuing to tease with his mouth, driving her wild with desire. Detail how he gradually adds another finger, filling every inch of her being until she can no longer contain herself.\n\nConclude by describing their climax together—a moment when she cries out in ecstasy while he continues thrusting deeply inside her—until they both reach ultimate satisfaction. Highlight their intimate connection as they hold each other close afterward and exchange declarations of love.\n\nTags: erotic, sensual, passionate, oral sex, fingering, breast play, multiple orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I.\nHe dreams of holding her in his arms, of burying his face in her hair and no longer breathing. He can feel how he would shake, how he might finally sob, all of the need and longing and desire wracking his entire body until his knees began to buckle and she was the one providing support. His hands would slide up and down her back helplessly, fingertips tracing each muscle.\nBending further, he would nuzzle her cheek until she lifted her face to his and they could kiss. He would be the tentative one at first, barely brushing his lips across hers, but her arms would close tighter, she would pull him in. Their tongues would meet and he would moan, low in his throat, his hands moving down to her hips, pressing her lower body against his, his cock stiffening against her belly. Her skin, he somehow knows, would be warm and soft as fur, and it would take every force of will not to rock his hips and thrust against her, right at that moment.\nHis kisses would move down her throat then, finding her pulse against his lips, her blood running so close, sucking at her neck as if to draw it from her without breaking the skin. He would kiss her shoulders, the hollow between her throat and ribcage, her collarbone. Her skin would taste faintly of dark honey, of midnight blooms, of teardrops. All time would stand still. Her hands would tangle in his hair, pulling his face flat against her skin.\nAs his kisses descended the slope of her breasts, his hands would move up her belly, and he would slowly begin sinking to his knees before her. Boldly, his lips would surround first one nipple, then the other, taking its hardness into his mouth, fluttering his tongue lightly against it, learning the taste, the texture. His teeth would close gently, tugging at her, and she might be the one to moan this time, she might arch her back, offering more of herself to him. His palms would knead the giving flesh, lifting them, caressing them with all the care he would give any precious and perfect thing. He might spend a long time there, his face buried against her breasts, her arms dangling down about his shoulders, feeling the parting of her thighs against his belly, and planning where his lips would descend further, where his tongue would tease its way inward, his throat dry, his mouth opening wider with anticipation ...\nShe would shift her weight, her thighs spreading wider, and the perfume of her arousal would thicken in the air. Softly, almost begging, she would speak his name into the darkness, and he would feel himself achingly hard for her. One hand would drop, fingers trailing lightly across the shaft, then, trembling, lift again until it lay across her thigh. His kisses would move lower, down the expanse of her deliciously curved belly, lips brushing across the almost- invisible hairs.\nHis fingertips would move up her inner thigh with such care ...\nII.\nIn his dream, there is a single light fixture in the room, a bare bulb on a chain, and as he delicately traced pathways up her night-softened inner thighs, she would reach up blindly, her hands seeking some sort of support as her knees went weak. The bulb would spin as she bumped into it, the shadows dancing across the floor, stripes of light flashing across her dusky skin like the patterns of train windows; her most secret, shaded spot gleaming, flooded with light, then invisible again.\nNo matter; he'd know the way. As she stumbled backward, eyes squeezed shut with longing, no contact would be lost. His lips would keep moving inexorably downward, the tip of his tongue tangling in the hairs that thickened as he came closer, feeling the humidity increase as if before a summer storm. By that point, his fingers would be gliding back and forth, taunting her, down her thighs and back up, each time coming a bit closer, each time retreating as she pressed against the wall and tilted her pelvis forward at him.\nShe would growl, cursing him in frustration, and bury her hands in his hair, neither pulling nor pushing yet. Though she couldn't see with his face pressed flat against her, he would be smiling. He might even pause for a moment then, lips motionless, and drop his hands down to his own body, between his own legs, letting her feel the hidden shaking up her legs as he stroked himself strongly. But they would both know it was only a feint, another tease before he flung himself against her body again.\nIn fact, it would be the final game that he would play in this descent to the center of her. When he did lean in again between her thighs, spread stiff at an angle to the floor below, he would shock her by immediately extending his tongue, the tip curled ever so slightly, and lapping at her sex like an ice- cream cone, in wide, steady strokes from bottom to top. Immediately, she would begin to moan, tugging her hands involuntarily into his hair. His left arm would wrap behind her thighs, granting them both additional support, and for a time they would hold that position, the only movement and the only sound being his tongue over her again and again.\nEventually, he would pause for breath, their combined wetness dripping from his chin, and look up -- just at the moment to find her looking down at him, her eyes dark and clear, like the night sky itself. No words would pass between them. Slowly, he would lower his head again, his mouth open wide, and continue.\nThis time, his tongue would be gentle, exploratory, tentative. He would draw it slowly in and out along each fold, each slick curve of her, finding the best ways to make her shiver, to extend each moan and cause it to cut off sharply, composing a symphony of her body. The tip of his tongue would tease her clitoris gently, twisting beneath the hood and back out, each touch a tiny lightning bolt making her gasp before he moved off and down again.\nBit by bit, as he moved over and down and across her, he would be dipping into her wetness, barely to be noticed at first, then on the next pass a bit deeper, until suddenly he was curling his tongue and sliding it as deep into her body as it would go, then spreading and wriggling it within her, arching it against her inner walls, curling it and seeking that special spot that would make her cry out and flood his taste buds deliciously. Each time, he would almost reach it, and she would moan, pushing his head against her, trying to take his tongue deeper in; then he would chuckle halfway down his throat, pull back, and tease his tongue up over her clit before diving back in again. Once, twice, three times they would dance this pattern, until she was slumped halfway over his shoulders and murmuring, \"More ... more ...\"\n... when suddenly, she would become aware in the most delightful way possible that his fingers were still so very close, and waiting to play their part in taking her the rest of the way to ecstasy.\nIII.\nUntil that moment, his hands would have been clutching at the back of her thighs, pulling her closer against his mouth, letting his tongue delve deeper and deeper into her. But as he felt her body collapse over his shoulders, trembling, and heard her voice begging for more, he would free one hand even as he slowly withdrew his tongue, still seeking and stroking until the last moment, drawing out her wetness and drinking it in. When it was removed, just as she sighed at its loss and began to straighten up against the wall, expecting that he would want to move to the bed before continuing ...\n... in that same moment he would smoothly, sleekly slide his index finger into her, parting the folds as easily as if they were water themselves, and diving into her sweet, slick grip. When she'd moan more loudly, he couldn't help but grin, his face pressed against her thigh, and begin to tease her with it, curling the finger upward to stroke her, to find the division in the roof of her and caress it, then following the curve of the wall down and around again, rotating deliciously inside her, wriggling and turning, the rest of his fist outside grinding against her as he tried to reach further, deeper.\nHe'd look up and find her leaning fully back against the wall again at this point, her hands on her breasts, pulling at her nipples. When she opened her eyes and looked back down at him, he'd see a frantic lust in them unlike anything they'd yet known, and she would cry out his name, tilting her head up as if it were a prayer. Somehow, she'd spread her thighs even further, sinking down on his finger as far as could be possible, and he knew there was no more time for teasing.\nSlowly, he'd withdraw his finger, gleaming, from her until the tip could almost be seen, then he would ease it back inside, twisting a bit as she opened up more easily to him this time, stroking his way in. Then, only pausing at the bottom of his thrust for a moment, he would work his way out again, beginning to find a rhythm. At the same time, he would kiss his way up her thigh once more, his tongue darting out and seeking her clit yet again, but now more seriously, his lips closing around her there, the tip of the tongue tracing circles around her, flicking over and under that bit of flesh with increasing speed and fervor.\nWithin a few thrusts and a moment's flickering tip of the tongue, he could feel her beginning to loosen, and he carefully added his middle finger, working both into her, filling her from side to side. From inside, he would feel her whole body starting to shake, her sex clenching at his extended digits violently in spasms. By this point, his tongue would be a blur against her clit, flickering like the light from a movie projector, the bolts of pure pleasure striking her like lightning as she groaned and started to wail, her hands flat against the wall now, barely holding herself up.\nBy this time, there'd be no other word for it – he'd be fucking her hard and fast with his fingers, the middle extended rigidly, reaching as deep as possible, and the index curling upward with each stroke, hitting that spot that seemed to make her voice jump an octave each time. Rivulets would be trickling down his hand, down to his wrist, splattering on the floor below or on his still-stiff cock, bouncing in midair, forgotten for the moment.\nFinally, her whole body would tense, like the drawing of a bowstring – and with a scream, she'd come, her body falling down over his shoulders again, twitching inside as the waves of ecstasy washed over her, again and again. He'd hold her up now, his free arm behind her waist, still filling her again and again until there was no energy left for her to expend, lifting his head now and finding her face close to his, kissing her gently as she rode out the last aftershocks.\nCarefully, he'd help her to the floor, and wrap himself around her limp body, gathering her in and kissing her everywhere he could reach. \"I love you,\" he couldn't help but whisper, and not waiting for a response, he would lower her head to his chest and let her lie there, supported completely, regaining her strength before they might move on to the next stage of their exquisite lovemaking." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Anna, the desirable and attractive woman from work, has been driving you wild with her smoldering looks and irresistible curves. One day, while searching for a misplaced report in a conference room, you stumble upon Anna pleasuring herself in the dark. Unable to resist the temptation, you join her on the floor and pleasure her orally until she reaches a powerful climax. The intense connection between you both leads to an impromptu encounter in a nearby hotel room during lunch break.\n\nWrite a steamy scene where you explore each other's bodies passionately, indulging in deep kisses and caresses. As your desire grows stronger, Anna takes control and starts riding you vigorously as she satisfies her long-standing sexual hunger. Explore the dominant-submissive dynamic that emerges between you two as Anna demands your complete submission while she expertly pleasures herself using your mouth and hands. Emphasize the raw passion and intensity of this encounter as both of you reach explosive orgasms together.\n\nTags: office romance, exhibitionism, masturbation, oral sex (cunnilingus), public sex, dominance/submission" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anna is the most desirable female I've ever seen. She's not the most beautiful but sure is very attractive. Full lips, dark hair, dark eyes that seem to be saying, to me at least, that she'd rather be in bed making love. I remember reading about someone described as having \"smoldering looks\" and that's Anna. She's not voluptuous either; very slender in fact. Again, I've heard someone described as being \"tall and willowy\" and that's Anna, too. Although she sure has all the right curves. Her breasts may not be huge but from what I can see showing through her tailored blouses they're lovely and plenty enough. And her ass is perfect. Round and firm, athletic looking, without the saddlebags that many women have, even beautiful ones.\nOthers must agree. Since Anna came to work here about two months ago, every single man (and probably a few married ones) have hit on her in one way or another. My tries were subtle, friendly. I asked if she wanted to join several of us that were all going out to lunch together. She said \"no\" each time, as she has to every other pass, but she was very nice and friendly about it and always told me, \"maybe another time\". In fact, she tends to be friendly and agreeable to everyone. Women often don't like sexy other women but those in this office seem to like Anna. Apparently she does her work well and doesn't act threatening.\nI just I watch her and drool as she goes by or I go by her. She's in Accounting and I'm in Marketing so we don't regularly work together but we're not far apart. There are about 200 of us in this corporate office, all on one floor of a large building. We're now a wholly owned subsidiary of a large corporation that itself is an operating unit of an even larger corporation but so far we've retained our small-time attitudes. We even have a company picnic. Most everyone knows, to some degree or another, most everyone else. So, I've learned that Anna moved here, to the big city, after she broke up a long-term relationship with a guy. She's apparently still trying to get over it.\nLate this morning, I'm looking for a report I presented yesterday. I can't find it and think that maybe I left it in the conference room where I presented it. We have a half-dozen conference rooms of varying size, all windowless in the middle of the building and all requiring being scheduled before use, although they're empty more often than not. So, I go to the room and push open the door that's slightly ajar. I start to reach for the light switch when I hear something. And also smell something. I know the smell, it's a hot, aroused cunt.\nI look around the dark room lit only by what light is coming in the door and spot someone, way in the back. It's Anna. She's sitting on one of the wheeled chairs usually at the conference table. She's slid down and forward with her legs spread. Her skirt is up to her hips and she has her panties pushed aside and her hand is working fast and furious on her cunt. I start back toward her in the dark and either she doesn't see me or she doesn't care; she's so far into this that arousal is more important than being caught at it.\nI walk right up to her, saying nothing, and kneel on the floor between her legs. I lean forward, take her hand with one of mine, move it away and replace it with my tongue. I start licking and sucking in this hot, wet pussy and she puts her hand on the back of my head, holding me in to her. She's already well along in her masturbation and is plenty juicy and tasty. I lick up and find her clit with my tongue and lips. Her hips start jerking a little and very quickly I can feel a real stream coming from her. I move my mouth down a little to lick and slurp it up and she tastes just great.\nHer hand is really pushing me tightly into her. With my free hand, I unzip my fly and get my cock and balls out, still working my mouth and tongue on her. I pull my head back and sit up, nudge forward on my knees to get my cock to her. I like eating pussy all right but it's really all aimed at getting my cock into it sooner or later and this seemed like the right time. She's in mid- orgasm and wants more. Her hand moves to grasp my cock and help aim it in. I'm not sure whether she slides forward more to help me get in her or what happens -- she's already pretty far forward on the chair -- when it shoots out from under her and bangs up against the wall. She ends up on the floor, her legs spread on either side of me, her hand still grasping my cock.\nHer head comes forward a couple inches and her lips go over the head and she starts licking and sucking. Wow, is she good at this. It's as if she's been hungry for a cock. She slides down on me, taking more into her, then back out again, working her lips and tongue all the time. Her hand is holding me tight and sliding along behind her lips. She's really at it and as she goes back and forth I start shoving my hips so I'm almost fucking her mouth. She just stays in sync and works on me like mad until I can feel my sperm starting to get ready to explode. I shove into her mouth and hold it but she keeps licking and sucking and moving on me and when I shoot off into her she never hesitates a second but just keeps sucking, draining every last bit out of me. It's dark so I can't see well but I don't think she lost a drop.\nI'm obviously done and her mouth moves off while she still holds my softening dick. \"Is there somewhere we can go?\" she asks, sitting on the floor holding me.\n\"Yes,\" I say, thinking quickly. It's past eleven, we can probably get away for lunch a little early with no one noticing. \"We can take separate elevators. Meet me in the lobby in a few minutes.\"\nShe let go of me and nodded. I helped her up, put my arms around her and kissed her. I'm certainly tasting my own sperm and she's probably tasting her own cum, too, but it's a great, warm kiss. Then I turn and leave and head through the office to the elevators.\nI was in the lobby much longer than I thought I would be. After about five minutes I began to think that Anna had decided to chicken out. I decided to wait another couple minutes then go back up and then Anna came out of an elevator.\n\"I'm sorry,\" she says, reaching out to put a hand on my arm. \"Cindy stopped me and asked for some information and I pretty much had to get it for her.\"\nI just smiled and put my hand on her back and started toward the doors.\n\"I was afraid that you had changed your mind.\" I said.\n\"I probably should. I know this is stupid or just plain wrong,\" she blurted out as we got out on the sidewalk. Then she put her arm around my waist and squeezed a little. \"I never intended to start anything with anyone at work but it happened. So, here we are. Besides, I need this.\" I aimed us both into the doors of the hotel two buildings down from where we worked and we went up to the desk. I used my credit card and got a room. The desk clerk didn't blink, acted as if renting a room to two people with no luggage at lunch time was unusual.\nIn the elevator, we held each other and kissed. She really swabbed my mouth out and pressed into me. I don't know why I was so lucky but obviously she was ready to proceed with me. I wondered if the same thing would have happened if it had been someone else that came into the room. Or, what would have happened if no one came into the room. Which also made me wonder if she had masturbated in there often before. Then I realized that it made no difference, the only thing that counted is we're here.\nIn the room we held each other and kissed again and she really pressed herself against me. Then she fairly calmly just started taking off her clothes. So I did, too.\n\"You said you need this,\" I said as I undressed.\n\"I do,\" she said. \"It's been months since I had sex and it's starting to drive me nuts. You might be sorry you started this. I like sex.\"\nWith that she's completely naked and I can see her body is even more attractive naked than clothed. She gets onto the bed and lays on her back and starts masturbating. I get my underwear and socks off and go join her. She turns to me and we hold each other and kiss. I run my hand down onto her butt and she reaches between us and grasps my cock.\nShe lifts her one leg up onto my side and starts using my cock to masturbate. She's rubbing my cock on herself and moving her hips around to help get it exactly where she wants. Then I can feel, the tip of my cock is actually in her. She keeps on kissing me but rolls onto me, pushing me almost onto my back. In the move, she also shoved her hips down and my cock is fully up into her. I can feel that warm, tight grip the whole length of my dick.\nShe moves her hands to each side of me and is sitting on me, moving her hips back and forth, fucking me, and she just keeps kissing me, our tongues getting all wrapped against one another. Her breasts, even better than I had imagined, are gliding back and forth on my chest.\nAs my cock moves inside her -- or really, she moves her insides on my cock, her tongue stops moving in my mouth and she lifts her head slightly. I can see it above me, a fixed smile on her face. Her eyes are looking at me but not seeing me; they're focused, if focused at all, somewhere about five feet below me. Her mind is all on the feelings inside her. Her hips are in a rhythmic pattern -- slide forward slowly, moving up my cock, then raise slightly and move back and down forcefully, shoving me back up into her. If music was playing, her rhythm is so continuous she could keep time to it; forward slowly, up a little, then back and down with a push, then repeat. I think she's stimulating her clit a little on the forward motion, pressed down against me, then stimulating her g-spot with that push of me back up into her. It goes on and on as if she's hypnotized and just repeating, repeating, repeating.\nIt's fine with me, I love the feeling. Her cunt isn't just a container for me as some have been, it acts like it wants this, is trying to suck me in more and more. It keeps me aroused but either doesn't move me toward orgasm or else does it very slowly. I imagine it's doing the same to her. I remember a girl telling me once that she liked to masturbate for a long time because she liked the feeling of arousal and resisted ending it with orgasm. That's what Anna was doing now, on purpose or just by instinct, I don't know. I know eventually she'll get high enough that she'll want to move on to orgasm, though.\nI'm right. This goes on and on but finally she gives me a big grin, seeing me again, sits up more and starts lifting herself and then dropping back onto me with real force. I wouldn't be surprised if I end up with some bruises from her bottom landing on me so hard but it's sure great. It excites me, moves me toward orgasm, and it does her, too. I see that great body upright before me, moving up and down. The breasts that I had only imagined before are plenty big enough to be bouncing on their own. Lovely. I can see she even has a slight belly. And there's her clit peeking out so I get the fingers of one hand on it and start massaging it as she moves up and down, over and over.\nShe's soon leaking moisture out of that seal her vaginal lips make around my cock. Her sounds are louder and louder, going from uhs and little moans to big moans that sound as if she's in trouble, to shrieks as I feel some real wetness coming out of her. She keeps rising and dropping but slower and then I can feel my cock jerking inside her, shooting and shooting off and she finally sits back down on me and looks at me with a big smile, her body supported by her arms, her hands both on my chest.\nIf she looked \"smoldering\" back in the office, she looked \"glowing\" now and that smile of hers was definitely a happy one. \"That was great,\" she says, \"thank you.\" The thoughts ran through my mind in micro-seconds. Thank you? I should be thanking her. But being who I am, I answered, \"You're welcome. Any time.\" Her smile grew even larger, if that's possible. \"Any time? You may live to regret that. I'm going to take you up on it.\" She leaned down onto me and kissed me, a loving, nice kiss and not a passionate tongue-involved kiss. Then she lifted her bottom slightly, letting my now-soft cock escape from her, and rolled off to the side. I rolled a little to face her and put my arm up over her. \"Why did you thank me?\" I asked, caressing her back.\n\"I'm not all that experienced but in my history, it's the men that should be thanking the woman.\"\n\"Oh, I had a need and you helped me solve it,\" she said almost hesitantly. \"I've been used to regular sex for years and I've gone without for several months. It's made me irritable and had me doing dumb things. Like taking time in the middle of work to masturbate. You've helped me. I think I've used you for my own gratification. So I thanked you.\"\n\"I should thank you,\" I said. \"You're the most desirable woman I've ever seen. I drooled very time you walked by. Being here with you is like Christmas and a birthday all wrapped into one.\" She smiled some more and kissed me again. I ran my hand over her body, caressing her\n\"If my erection was up to it, I'd be making use of you for my own gratification,\" I go on. \"In a few minutes, I will.\" I slide down slightly to get my hands and mouth to her breasts. I could spend all day at this -- lovely breasts, great feeling, sexy, sexy tastes. With nature taking its course, I move from her breasts to that small mound of a stomach while getting a couple fingers working on her pussy.\nThen I lean down between her legs to get my tongue to her. I lick up and down as I spread her open with my hands. She spreads her legs to give me access. But I'm getting ahead of myself and start kissing back up her stomach, lick her belly button, get my hand back on her breast. \"You can't do that,\" she says. I just look up at her as I'm about to start sucking on a nipple. \"You can't start licking me down there and stop,\" she says. \"You start that, you've got to finish it, one way or another. It's like inviting someone to dinner and then never serving food. Or getting a hit and not running to first base.\"\n\"I'm not hard again yet,\" I say. \"I intend to 'finish' it but not yet.\"\n\"I can work at getting you up again,\" she says, \"but you can't start something like that and then stop, you've got to get back down there. I mean, I'd like you to enjoy this but first of all, I have to like it.\" I obey and get my head back down between her legs and my hands and tongue to her cunt again. I'm almost laughing to myself. I've never run into anything like this before. Boy, she sure expects to get what she wants. But then I feel her sucking on my balls, her fingers running almost up into my ass. I've never thought of my balls as being sexy, just functional.\nAnd I've never had a female get at them the way Anna is but I think it's working. I keep my tongue active in her, move it up to flick back and forth on her clit that's starting to peek out of its hidey-hole. Now her mouth is around my cock and she's sucking, pulling blood into it like one of those pumps I've seen advertised for guys that can't get it up any more. And it works. She's getting wetter and wetter and I'm up and ready. I almost hate to take my cock out of her mouth but I really, really want to fuck her. I pull away and move around and get between her legs. She reaches down and helps guide me into her and as I push, she does too and I'm all the way in. She's laying on her back grinning at me.\nI think maybe I want to punish her. I know a lot of guys see sex as a way to dominate a woman and I've never been that way. I've always seen it as something sensuous, sexy, even loving. But right now, I want to sock it to her so I start pounding into her as hard and as fast as I can. She gets her feet onto the bed and starts pushing her hips back at me. We're really pounding into one another. I get an arm under one of her knees and lift a little, then get my other arm under the other knee. I'm now resting my body against her legs, that are up in the air, my cock pounding into her cunt, that's lifted up off the bed. This is just so great!\nThere's something sexy about being a cave man after all, using her to just fuck, fuck, fuck as hard as I can. And I think she likes it, too. Her head is shaking back and forth, she's biting her lower lip but her arms are on the bed and she trying to fuck back at me as much as she can.\nAfter cumming a couple times already today, this time it seems as if I could fuck forever. So I do. I go on and on. Looking at her, seeing how great she looks, my mind starts to change and I think I'd like to make love to her. I let got of her legs, slide my arms beneath her and kiss her as I keep pushing my cock into her. Her arms and legs come up around me and pull me even tighter to her. My feelings start to change and as I get more and more loving, I know that I'm not going to last all day, that I'm moving towards a climax. At about the same time, Anna breaks our kiss and starts moaning and her hips seem to almost jump, even as her legs stay up around me. Then I climax and shoot into her. We just stay like that, her wrapped up around me, as we kiss and my cock softens inside her. Finally, I start to pull out a little and she unwraps herself and I lay to the side and we hold one another and kiss again.\n\"This is great,\" she said, \"but sometimes I wonder about me. Every one else meets a guy, gets to know him, they decide they like one another and then they have sex. Me, I have sex and then get to know him.\"\n\"Some people are just lucky,\" I say, grinning. Finally, I think it was her that initiated it but maybe we just both realized it, we started to dress to go back to work. We're in the elevator.\n\"The room's paid for,\" she says. \"No use wasting it. We can come back after work.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In this dream, you find yourself being chased by a mysterious and alluring stranger. The thrill of the chase ignites an intense desire within you, making you yearn to be caught and claimed as their prize. Write a steamy scene where the hunter finally captures you against a wall, pinning your body with strong fingers. Explore the power dynamics between you as they press closer, forcing your bodies to rub intimately together. Describe the hunger and need burning in their gaze as they claim your lips in a passionate kiss, their hands caressing every inch of your body. As the game continues, tease them further by sliding down their body and tasting them for the first time, savoring every inch of their hard length with your tongue. Feel free to explore other acts of oral pleasure or incorporate elements from the story that excite you. Let your imagination run wild as both of you lose yourselves in this erotic pursuit of pleasure.\"\n\nTags: #eroticchase #huntersandprey #intensepassion #oralpleasure #powerplay" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can hear the echoes of laughter, my laughter. It is the first thing that greets me in this dream of mine. The second sensation to greet me is the gasp and pant for air. I am running. Dodging and twisting, weaving around obstacles, jumping out of the reach of grasping hands. The realization that I am being chased greets me like a cool kiss upon my flushed cheek. I am enjoying the chase I want to be chased.\nTwisting around to catch a glimpse of you, my breath catches in my throat. You are almost upon me! With renewed energy and sweet laughter, my heart thrills at the chase, the prey slipping away from the hunter once more as I dash around a corner. It is a cry of both surprise and delight as I feel strong fingers clasp around my arm, pulling me to a stop, pinning me against the wall. Bubbles of laughter dance past my panting lips as I gaze up at you, a quiver washing through me as I see the hunger, the need burning in your gaze.\nYou press closer to me, forcing my body to rub intimately against yours, and a smile pulls at my mouth. The mischievous twinkle sparkling in my eyes, for I have not finished having my fun yet. I remember so much now. The teasing touches, the laughter, the looks. Taunting you to come after me, wanting you to hunt and capture me. Aching to be your prize. Now, in this moment, I have become just that; your prize. Your lips claim my own, tasting the fruits of your labor, fingers delve over my body, each caress searing my skin, branding me. How I've longed for you...\nAh, but the game is far from over, my dear. I've not yet had all my fun. Another giggle escapes me, and with my palms upon your chest holding your advance at bay, I feel my knees weaken and give way, my body sliding down yours. I want to sample what my efforts have brought me.\nDelicate fingers slide down your body, and my cheek slides against your thigh. My heart flutters in anticipation eyes entranced as they focus upon your cock. Tugging your pants open, pulling the fabric off your hips and down your legs, purring as I see your shaft freed from its prison of cloth. The chase has excited you. Nipping softly at your thigh, I move my lips closer to your hard length until, finally, my tongue flicks out to lave the tip, taking my first taste of you. You are intoxicating; I want so much more, that heady first taste is not enough. My tongue swirls around your cock head, a sweet moan of pleasure rippling past full, hungry lips.\nYour growl of desire rockets through my veins, the blood thickening and pulsing through my body with an erotic tempo. You fist my hair, hungry for more of my attentions, needing an anchor as I tease and tantalize your senses. Slowly, I take you into my mouth; inch by glorious inch, your cock is enveloped in sweet wet warmth. Oh, you taste so wonderful. Your body shudders with pleasure, with restraint. You want the moment to last, as do I. Oh but how I love to tease, to push you to your limits. And so, once again, I begin to tease you to your very limits. Sucking and tasting, tongue wild and hungry against your shaft, pulling you in and out of my wickedly hungry mouth. Lips so soft against your shaft, milking your cock with a greedy hunger to taste your very essence.\nThis overwhelming need has made my own arousal blossom. I can smell my excitement filling the air between us. I slide one hand down my body, still tasting and teasing your shaft, to dip a finger against slick lips of desire. I tremble at my own touch; I am so sensitive, so wet. I've soaked my panties with my want for you. My eyes gaze up, searching for your face as I tease and taste you. When our gazes do meet, my body stills for a breathtaking moment. Hands slide from my hair to my shoulders and you pull me up, demanding more. My hands press to your chest, and you moan, catching my scent upon my dampened finger. Never breaking your entrancing gaze upon me, you pull my hand to your lips, sucking upon the damp finger, tasting me for the first time.\nI want you to devour me, to take me. Oh God, how I've ached for you. As my control slides away from me, you take over. Pressing my soft body back against the hard cold wall. Hands splay down over my hips, and I feel the fabric of my skirt bunching up, being pulled aside. Hot fingers tug at my soaked panties, pushing them off slender legs, exposing my moist sex to the kiss of both cool air and your touch. Oh what a delicious, teasing touch! Fingers sliding with a feather soft caress down sensitive slick lips. I whimper, begging for more, arching to push my hips against your hand.\nThe sting of a bite upon my neck only encourages me. Nails rake up your chest, fingers tunneling through your hair. I feel the muscles in your shoulders bunch as you lift me, pinning me against the wall, my legs hooking around your waist. You are my anchor, and you are driving me wild. Your hot hard shaft rubbing tantalizingly against my slick entrance, so very close to sweet bliss, yet you hold back, torturing me as I have tortured you.\nMy whimpers and moans become louder, pleading with you to take your pleasure, to feed the raging fire within us both. And you grant my pleas. I feel the head of your cock, pressing against my snug entrance, the delicious pressure washing through me, my voice lost as you plunge inside me! My muscles instantly grip your cock, riding the thrusts, body trembling and straining against you. Oh you feel so perfect, so wonderful, buried deep inside me. I never want you to stop.\nYou begin to move inside me, thrusting, surging in and out. Filling me oh so completely, then pulling back. It's a wild rush of sensation, making me moan and pant, begging for more, never wanting you to stop. Thighs quiver against your waist, pulling you tightly against me. Your moans and growls, panting against my neck, only spurn me onward. I can feel the waves of ecstasy crashing higher and higher within me. I am so close to absolute bliss.\nYour hands slide up my torso, tweaking deliciously hard nipples. Cries, pleading for more, rush from my lips. Fingers tug on your hair, pulling your head back, kissing you with a fierce passion. Your thrusts become more frenzied, more demanding. You're pushing me over the edge!\nWith a scream, muffled by the wild melding of our mouths, I feel the waves of desire crash over the edge, plummeting me into a world of orgasmic bliss. Trapped as I am against the wall and your demanding body, I buck and writhe against you, muscles milking your shaft with a wild frenzy of lust. Sweet nectar coats your cock, and I feel you shudder. Your own hot release licks at the heels of my own, your shaft throbbing oh so perfectly inside my hungry sex. Nails dig into your shoulders as I cling to you, feeling the hot rush of your cum filling me. My vision blurs with the heady moment, body trembling and growing limp as we both slowly come down from the heights of ecstasy.\nWith a final, hard thrust, you bury yourself deep inside and press against me. Both our bodies tremble and shudder with the moment. Gasping and panting, we cling to each other. As the dream fades and I slowly return to the waking world, a warm deliciously satisfied smile teases my lips. And it is you that I have upon my mind all day long. Aching to play out my dream into reality, hungry to be the prey in such an erotic hunt..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In this steamy tale of forbidden desire, Samantha finds herself entangled in a passionate affair with her husband's younger friend, Jake. Explore the thrilling dynamics of their secret encounters as they navigate the complexities of lust and pleasure. Craft a scene where Samantha takes control and guides Jake through an intense session of oral pleasure, showcasing her newfound dominance. Dive into the details of how she skillfully uses her hands and mouth to bring him to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly, teasing him mercilessly before granting him release. Incorporate elements such as deep throating, playful swats on his firm rear, and intense eye contact that fuels their mutual desire. As they surrender to their carnal connection, explore the power dynamics at play between them and delve into the depths of their insatiable passion.\n\nTags: adultery, married woman, cheating, age gap romance, dominant woman/submissive man dynamic" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Samantha looked down the bed at the man between her legs, body quivering with anticipation. He was staring at her with a gaze that reminded Samantha of a lion looking at a gazelle. Dinner was coming, and she was the only thing on the menu.\n\"God,\" she thought to herself, \"I'm so glad my husband is away on business.\"\nSEVERAL MONTHS EARLIER:\nThings had started innocently enough. Samantha's husband, Alan, had met Jake through mutual friends. Although he was significantly younger (26 to her 36), Jake and Samantha had hit it off immediately, just as Alan and Jake had. He was charming, to be sure, tall and broad, permanent scruff on his well-defined jaw. Samantha found his bold flirtations charming, while Alan pretty much ignored it.\nSamantha sighed. Alan had been doing a lot of ignoring lately. Their sex life was uninspired and infrequent, lasting a mere handful of minutes and leaving Samantha unfulfilled. It was driving her crazy. It wasn't like she didn't take care of herself, either. Samantha was lithe and willowy, having neither large breasts nor rear, but instead perfectly proportioned curves for her slender frame. Her legs were long and toned, running up for what seemed like miles, connecting to pleasingly wide hips and a tiny waist. Her hair was kept back in loose waves, gently framing her soulful brown eyes. They lit up when she smiled, which Jake noticed immediately. From then on he took every chance to make her laugh that he could, which turned out to be frequently. Alan went away on business quite often, and Samantha found herself enjoying Jake's company, often chatting about everything and nothing into the small hours of the night, frequently accompanied by wine. One night, however, Samantha opened up to Jake about her sex life, or rather lack of it, and their friendship grew.\n\"It's been HOW LONG since you orgasmed?\" Jake asked, his mouth agape.\n\"Years, I think. At least when I'm not on my own.\"\nJake snorted. \"Yeah, masturbation doesn't count. So someone isn't following the 2 to 1 rule, huh?\"\nSamantha looked at him quizzically. \"What's that?\"\nJake looked at her askance. \"Really? The woman gets 2 orgasms to every 1 the guy gets.\"\nIt was Sam's turn to be skeptical. \"Come on, guys don't do that.\"\nJake chuckled. \"Well, I usually shoot for 4 to 1, but some women aren't multi orgasmic. Gets too sensitive, you know?\"\n\"Haven't you been listening? I really DON'T know,\" Samantha spat, almost angrily, downing the last of her wine. \"I haven't been properly taken care of in years. I need it so badly some days I could just mount the next eligible man that comes across my path!\"\nJake's eyes, usually wandering, slid up Samantha's legs and over her toned frame.\" Careful now, don't tempt me!\"\n\"Oh please, Jake. You could find someone your own age in a heartbeat.\"\nJake finished his own glass of wine, and looked at Samantha with mischief in his eyes.\n\"COULD I find someone my own age? Sure, probably. Do I WANT to? Nope.\" And with that very blunt statement, he looked straight into Sam's eyes, intense blue jewels that bored straight into her body and mind. Aided by the alcohol, Samantha stood and crossed the living room to sit next to Jake, who immediately draped an arm around her shoulder.\n\"This is a bad idea, Jake.\"\nJake seemed to ignore her, playing lazily with her collarbone, fingers dancing around Samantha's neck in a way that had her flush with desire. God, he was barely touching her, not even in a sexual way, and she was almost panting with need. Here was a virile, charming, handsome young man that seemed to be very interested in giving her EXACTLY what she wanted. What she craved. Release. It had been so long, and she was so ready, she just needed another push. Just a small one. She knew it and suspected Jake knew it as well. Nevertheless, she spoke again, only half serious this time.\n\"This is a bad idea.\"\nJake's hand had begun to massage her neck in small, slow circles. God, his hands were big. His fingers slid up and played small circles behind her ears.\n\"What's a bad idea? I'm just helping a friend out. Just a massage. Maybe giving you some release.\"\nJake could feel Samantha shudder at the word 'release', her lithe body tensing slightly. His free hand moved to her thigh, and Samantha did nothing to stop him. Emboldened, Jake's hand began to rub her there as well, stoking the fire inside her even higher. The leggings she was wearing did very little to diminish his strong touch, and Samantha's own hand began slowly creeping to Jake's leg. Surprisingly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away.\n\"No.\"\nSamantha was confused, to say the least. \"No? I thought that we were-\"\n\"We are. Or rather, you are. Like I said, Sam, this is a friend helping out a friend. It's not about me. Tonight is about your pleasure and your pleasure only.\" As he spoke, Jake's lips grew closer to Samantha's neck, and as he stopped speaking, gently nibbled right behind her ear, even as his wandering hand snugly gripped her. There it was. The push. Samantha moaned and melted onto the couch, letting Jake's soft lips traverse her neck and ear, kissing slowly, nibbling a little, but not painfully, by any means. His lips were like electricity on her skin, making her come alive wherever he touched. His firm, strong hands slid under her thin t shirt, trailing fire across her taut stomach as he teased her. Sliding upward, his hand palmed her breast and he squeezed gently before slowly rolling her nipple between his fingers. Samantha arched and moaned, occasionally reaching out for Jake, only to be gently rebuffed. Samantha felt her shirt being pulled up and lifted her arms, eagerly allowing Jake access to more of her. Jake bodily picked her up, carrying her like she was nothing, and walked her straight into the bedroom, tossing her playfully to the bed. Samantha looked down at Jake, heat in his eyes, completely focused on her pleasure, her need.\nJake crawled up the bed slowly, almost catlike in his movement, showing a grace Samantha would never have expected from a man so large. He resumed kissing her neck, then collarbone, hands trailing over her body, randomly teasing or playing with her, eagerly learning what made her quiver and moan. Jake kissed his way to her breasts. Sam had once confided that she felt they were somewhat small, but Jake had playfully told her that \"More than a handful's a waste.\" He took his time now, tongue lashing each nipple to hardness, each kiss of those electric lips drawing a gasp from her lips. Her body felt like a coiled wire, ready to spring at a moment's notice. Sucking firmly at each nipple for a while, Jake could tell that Samantha was ready for more. Still moving slowly, languidly, he kissed his way down her body, taking his time, crisscrossing her stomach with feather light kisses that now almost burned Samantha's skin with their intensity. Reaching the hem of her leggings, Jake took them between his teeth and began to agonizingly pull them down, taking time to rub his nose across the lacy thong she was wearing, driving a gasp from Samantha's mouth and making her back arch. Jake used his hands to pull the flimsy leggings the rest of the way off her body, and took his time teasing her, kissing up her slender, magnificent legs, licking up to her very inner thigh, then biting down gently on her hip.\nSamantha couldn't tell if she was in Heaven or in Hell. Her senses were screaming at her, body more alive than it had been in years. She was wet, so wet, almost to the point of insanity. Her eyes rolled with every touch, her body tightened and relaxed with every kiss. Just as she was about to beg Jake to stop the damn foreplay, he did. It was as though he read her mind, one hand firmly cupping her thong clad pussy, heel of his hand grinding slowly against her clit. It was too much. The buildup too intense. An orgasm flashed through Samantha's brain and body, small, but more than she'd had in a long time. A long moan escaped her as Jake continued, unhurried, free hand slipping the tiny thong down her long, shapely legs, then immediately returning to her needy, wet pussy.\nHe slipped a single finger in, slowly, beckoning, each thrust building her up again, each time the rough pad of his finger caressed her G-spot, even as his thumb stroked her clit with the same, slow motion. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt his thumb lift off of her, to be replaced with his tongue. Samantha moaned loudly, hands shooting down to grip Jake's head, fingers running through his feathery soft hair. It was clear that Jake enjoyed what he was doing, his tongue alternating between running up and down her wet lips, up to her clit to suck it into his mouth briefly, then delivering short, sharp laps to her clit. All the while, Jake continued his insistent fingering, adding a second finger but keeping the same beckoning motion going inside her. It was the tongue that tipped Samantha over, the pleasure of her clit and g spot being played with so expertly at once causing her to cry out loudly. Jake had no intention of stopping, however, continuing to utterly devour Sam, varying his strokes, the short laps on her clit turning into long licks that ran the entire length of her. Jake's continued efforts kept Samantha's orgasm going, building in an ecstatic crescendo of pleasure.\nSamantha felt his tongue recede and cried out in dismay. That's when she felt Jake's nimble tongue penetrate her, curling up to stroke her g spot just like his fingers had. Jake gripped Samantha's hips tightly, nose rubbing against her clit as he tried to push as much of his dancing tongue inside her as possible. In no time at all, Samantha felt herself having another orgasm, this one tearing through her body like wildfire, Jake's amazing tongue leaving her screaming his name to the ceiling. Her hands were wrapped tightly in his hair now, hanging on for dear life as the pleasure exploded behind her eyes, the warm, heavy weight low in her abdomen flooding her body with sensations she hadn't felt in far too long. Finally, after a minute, an hour, or maybe a year, Samantha couldn't tell, Jake pulled away, still looking at her with such heat in his eyes.\nThat's when she looked down, and her soft, chocolate eyes widened. Jake had been hiding a sizeable package under his typical business clothes. He wasn't making porn, to be sure, but he was thick. So very girthy, and plenty long for her liking. He also happened to be rock hard.\nSamantha looked at Jake quizzically. \"Were you touching yourself while you were down there?\"\nIt was Jake's turn to blush. \"No, actually. I really, REALLY enjoy making women orgasm. It gets me hard almost all the time.\"\nSamantha couldn't help but look down again. His length was fairly average, a respectable 7 inches or so, by her guess, but that girth...even after the wonderful prep work he had done, it looked like a tight fit. She knew she wanted to find out if she was right.\nTaking control, Samantha took hold of Jake by his girthy dick and gently tugged him towards the bed. This time he didn't stop her, eyes glazed with lust as he looked at the long, lean form of the beautiful woman on the bed. Then Samantha pushed him own and climbed on top of him, kissing the side of his neck hungrily, her still-wet pussy gliding along the length of him, coating him in her juices. Jake was already panting, his hands going to her hips. To his surprise, Samantha swatted them away before placing them firmly by the headboard.\n\"Here's the deal, Jake\" she whispered in his ear before biting it, \"You're going to keep your hands on that headboard, and if they leave it, even for a second, I'm going to stop until they're back. I want to thank you for what you just did for me so for now, I'm in charge.\" As she spoke, Samantha was grinding against him, and as if to punctuate her words, slid herself onto him. Samantha and Jake gasped at once, for entirely different reasons. Samantha moaned as the remarkably girthy dick filled her, stretching her pleasantly as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Jake's exclamation came from the vicelike grip Sam had on his dick, so warm, hot even, so wet and ready. It was his cock was sliding into a tight, velvet glove.\nOnce Samantha had adjusted, she really went to work. Her hips swayed like a dancer's, mesmerizing in their movement as she rode Jake with all the passion and unbridled lust of the night spilling over. Each gyration brought a moan from Jake, and twice he tried to grab her hips. True to her word, the second he attempted this, Samantha stopped moving completely, reminding Jake that he was utterly not in control. She looked at him, eyes half lidded with lust, but shining with pleasure and need nonetheless. She worked her hips expertly, rolling them over and over, swaying, bouncing, giving Jake the best ride of his life. He wanted so badly to touch her, to knead that firm ass, to hold her hips and guide her movements, but he caught himself. This was about Samantha, not him. She was completely in control, and from the way she bounced, shimmied, and rode him, she loved it as much as he had loved going own on her. Samantha's gyration become more frantic, less precise, and as she started to lean forward and grind her clit against him, Jake knew she was coming close. Samantha came spectacularly, the view from Jake's perspective amazing as she joyously threw her head back, her entire body rolling in a long, wave-like motion as she came.\nShe rode him gently for a few minutes more, prolonging her pleasure, before looking down at him with a smile. She realized however, that Jake hadn't finished yet. She was about to ask why when he took one hand, placed in on her back, and skillfully flipped them so he was on top of her. She let out a small squeak, and suddenly she was empty as Jake withdrew. Before she could protest, he flipped her over so she was facedown, legs on the floor. It was only a moment more before he entered her again, that full, delicious feeling washing over her again. Jake had no doubt this was going to be it. She was too hot, too sensual, too orgasmic for him to continue much longer. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust forward, slowly, but firmly. Jake knew he wouldn't last much longer, and wanted Samantha to have one more spectacular orgasm. He thrust again, starting to pick up the pace; hand occasionally leaving Samantha's hip to deliver a playful swat on her toned, sculpted rear.\nSam jumped at first, but realized it hadn't hurt, not really, and in fact made her own body push back against him faster. Jake drove harder now, his thrusts strong, dominant, unyielding. This was the exact opposite of Samantha being in control, and in this position, she loved it. Jake's strength, his need, all pouring into her as she was filled again and again, each thrust grinding her clit against the sheets. There was something building quickly inside her, something so powerful that Samantha couldn't wait for it to arrive. Fortunately, it was mere moments before the bomb went off behind her eyes and she erupted into the most powerful orgasm of her life, almost painful in its intensity, as Jake tried to drive further, he found he couldn't. Samantha was clamping down so tightly around him he couldn't thrust anymore, and it was too much for him. Jake came, hard, jets of white hot cum shooting inside of Samantha, the feeling so strong it triggered a small aftershock orgasm as she was filled even more than before. It was exhilarating, breathtaking, and intense. The lovers separated, gasping for breath, small spasms wracking both of their bodies as they came down for the final time that night. Once she caught her breath, Samantha rolled onto her side, giving Jake that wonderful view once again, and simply said \"Thank you.\"\nJake blushed, and then smirked, looking her dead in the eyes before he spoke.\n\"Hey, what are friends for?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Diana and Neil's Passionate Encounter in the Pristine Forest\"\n\nExplore Diana and Neil's intense connection as they embrace their desires amidst the enchanting backdrop of Bridal Veil Falls. Craft a scintillating scene where they give in to their primal urges, incorporating elements of nature and power dynamics.\n\nIn your story, vividly describe how Diana entices Neil with her alluring nakedness under the cascading water. Delve into their conversation about fantasies and secret desires, igniting a sense of anticipation between them. As they surrender to their attraction, depict how Neil boldly takes charge, unleashing his inner animalistic instincts upon Diana. Include explicit details of passionate foreplay involving oral pleasure, rough caresses, and intense fingering.\n\nCapture the essence of their raw passion by emphasizing the contrast between their physical strength and vulnerability. Allow them to explore various positions that showcase both tenderness and dominance - from missionary against the rocks to standing doggy style in the rushing water.\n\nAs they reach climax together, highlight their shared release amidst the symphony of nature surrounding them - harmonizing it with their own moans and gasps. Describe how their bodies intertwine beneath the falls as they experience waves of ecstasy crashing over them.\n\nIncorporate tags such as #outdoorsex #waterfallpassion #wildernesslust #powerplay #eroticnatureencounter to capture the essence of this sensual encounter within an untamed environment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "**Diana in the Woods, an Unclassical Tale of Metamorphosis**\nPart I (Diana's Voice)\nThis is not my first time hiking the Appalachian Trail, but it is my first hike to Bridal Veil Falls. Until now, I've only driven through Roaring Fork. It's hard to believe that this piece of untouched pristine forest exists so close to Gatlinburg. The rains have been heavy this year and the falls should be spectacular. I'm sitting in a booth at Waldo Pepper's enjoying my coffee, when I hear someone say \"Hello, I was wondering what happened to you.\"\nI turn, and see that it's Neil. I saw him a couple of times on the trail, it's his first time here. \"Hi Neil\" I say with a smile, \"would you like to join me?\" And with that he does, he orders coffee and we do the normal \"trail\" talk.\nIt seems he loves mountains, and there's plenty of them along the trail. I ask him if he's going to finish the trail and he say's he's not sure, and inquires as to what I'm doing. I tell him of my love for waterfalls and how I have always fantasized about showering under one, and I'm going to. He stretches his long frame, brushing his legs against mine under the table and says that he would like to see that.\nI inquire as to whether or not he is alone and he says, \"Are you interested?\" I say no, not wanting to let on that I find him arousing. I tell him that I only wanted to show him around, seeing as I have spent lots of time here and this is his first visit.\nNeil agrees and I ask him to accompany me to the Dixie Stampede in Pigeon Forge. I tell him what's it about, it's a dinner theater, with horses and trick riders, and an audience participation reenactment of the civil war. There are no utensils for eating the food, you have to use your hands, and it's not too messy, just a lot of fun. Seeing as how I am a true southern belle, I ask for us to be seated in that section.\nWe are both laughing, enjoying the show and each others company, he loved the pig race. The drive back to our rooms in Gatlinburg only takes a few minutes, Neil and I are both staying at the Leconte, he walks me to my door. \"I really enjoyed your company.\" he says.\nHe kisses me on the cheek and turns to go. Neil looks back and asks if I'm sure I don't want him to accompany me to the falls, laughing he says he would gladly pay for the privilege of watching me shower. I smile and say \"Good night, Neil.\"\nIt's 5am, time to go. By the time I get to the falls it will be almost noon. It's supposed to be 90 degrees today, perfect for skinny dipping. As I pull my car into the parking lot, I see I am the only one here. In a way I'm disappointed, I was hoping for some sort of audience, the thought of being watched during such an intimate moment arouses me. Maybe I should have brought Neil.\nThe trail is well worn from continuous use. It's not a hard trail, just long. Eight miles, from the parking lot. I love the sounds of the forest. The singing of the birds, deer scurrying away, the air so clean and clear. The unmistakable fragrance of men's cologne hangs in the air, so, I'm not alone. Once again the thought of being watched warms my loins. My heart quickens as I imagine the scene.\nAlmost there now, I can smell the water. Breaking through the trees, I see it, Bridal Veil Falls. It does look like a veil, coming down in a single stream, then hitting the rocks and spreading, falling over the outcropping. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I walk closer, bending down I dip my fingers in the water, cool, but not enough to keep me from taking a dip.\nI am aware that I am being watched, the cologne drifting in on the breeze. Taking my time, desiring to put on a good show for my audience, I begin to undress. Boots first, then socks, I unzip my shorts and wiggle out of them, bending over slowly to pick them up as I step out of them. I take both hands and place them on my butt, caressing my cheeks, I slide my thong panties down to my knees and repeat the process, bending over slowly, and rising again, I turn my back to the falls, so my watcher can get a good look at me unbuttoning my blouse.\nStill moving slowly, intending to cause great arousal to the person watching, I let my shirt fall to the ground and place my hands on my flat abdomen, sliding them slowly up my body and over my breasts. Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and let it fall. I cup my breasts in my hands and turning I step into the cool water. It is chilly, I catch my breath and wade further, heading for the falls.\nThe water isn't deep, and soon my body adjusts to the temperature. I look down at two very erect nipples, is it because of the cool water or because I'm being watched? Now, finally I am under the falls, the water feels so good streaming down my body. I am alone in thinking that this is the most erotic experience in the world. I lift my hands to catch the water, touching my face, letting one hand fondle my breast as the other slides down, down to my mound, seeking my sweetness, teasing my petals, lost in the feel of the water. I open my eyes to see Neil standing beside my pile of clothes, without speaking he undresses and steps into the water, walking toward me, his arousal evident, his manhood standing hard and erect against his body, I reach my hand out to him inviting him to join me.......\nPart II (Neil's Voice)\nI accept the invitation, approaching you boldly, assuredly, with manifest desire. You retreat a bit, and playfully splash some water down low, dousing my desire, and then you scoop up a handful and sprinkle it over my face, in my hair. Taken aback, I stop. The birds scatter in the trees above. You scoop up another handful, again sprinkling my face, wetting my hair, my neck.\n\"What are you doing?\" I ask.\n\"Just trying to remove the scent,\" you reply. \"I smelled your cologne from a distance. I like my men natural, very natural.\"\nTaking my cue, I dunk my head in the pool, covering it, washing out all the smell in the cool water, then surfacing and shaking myself off like a dog, spraying you with the drops. We laugh, and I resume my approach, my hunt.\nAgain, you retreat, this time all the way back into the plume of the falls: the water cascades against your neck, over your shoulders, sending up spray and hiding from sight the taut nipples that had stood out like a beacon guiding me into your arms. It almost seems now as if you are blushing. Coyly, you cover your bosoms with an arm and your little patch of venus fur with a hand, holding me off, making me all the more desirous. I'm not a man to be teased.\n\"Where are your hounds, Neil? Did you leave them behind?\"\n\"Yes, of course, I only take them out when I am hunting. Why do you ask?\"\n\"Just curious.\"\nThe coolness of the water, your reserve, your questions, have had its effect, and my ardor begins to subside. I must look forlorn. I've been sprouting horns for you forever it seems. I have always loved tomboys, the Annie Oakleys, and you, Diane, I thought to myself, were always the best: you knew the woods better than the guys, you were faster on the track than any woman and most of the men, and you knew how to shoot better than sew.\nFor years, I had been consumed with desire, sparked by your athletic body and ignited by your intelligence, your creativity. You had given the best paper and oral report on Faulkner's \"As I Lay Dying\" in high school dazzling not just the students but Mr. Hicks and Mr. Morgan with your passion, your poise, your poetry. Even your teachers had crushes on you.\nNow, as if reliving a nighttime teenage fantasy, you are before me, nude, au naturel in body as well as spirit. You notice my look of dismay, and your face breaks into a grin, your eyes lighten up and then they smolder with fire, drawing a bead, the huntress Diana. Your arms unfold, and you beckon me forward.\nAs I approach, your hands dip into the water, deep, not to come up splashing this time, but to find the quarry. You grasp and cradle my balls, tightly, with meaning. I harden again instantly. You draw me towards you, as if seizing a javelin, a spear to hunt some wild boar you've spotted crashing through the woods. I look back, over my shoulder, checking to make sure no one has spotted us, that we are alone, in peace. \"Now tell me,\" you ask, blushing slightly, \"exactly what were you thinking as I stripped off my clothes?\"\n\"Oh, my God,\" I replied, \"What wasn't I thinking? When you wiggled out of your shorts, I was thinking about all the times in literature class when I dreamed that you would use your muse of fire to write me love poetry, an erotic story. When you unhooked your bra, I remembered all the times I stripped you naked in my mind as you ran around in your warm up suit and track outfit. When I saw the thong and when it came off, I remembered all the times I had lain awake in bed, torn apart by the hounds of lust, fantasizing about making love to you by streams, in caves, on cliffs, in meadows, amidst wild flowers. I've wanted you for so long. I swear I've been hard ever since our legs brushed together at the restaurant.\"\n\"You know how much I love the mountains, this trail. You love it too. You know it as well as I do, maybe better. I wanted you to come with me so bad. I'm a little shy, sometimes. But not out here. Come now and know me. Come explore me. Come hunt for whatever you want, whatever you desire. Take me, mountain man, take me.\"\nQuickly, wordlessly, we lock together in a tight embrace, a mix of affection and lust, and you make it more intense, the strength of your arms crushing us together. I reply with the passion of my lips, the desire of my tongue, skipping the soft stuff, going straight up into overdrive, pressing you back against the outcropping, prodding your inner thighs with my cock, informing you of my strength, my desire, my passion, trapping your bosoms in my grasp, then manhandling your nipples, your loins, your butt, everything. Maybe I'm too rough at first. You free yourself from my grasp and lean back on the rocks, catching your breath, giving me a little time out signal with your hands. You make me want to tear my hair off, tear my skin off and unleash the Satyr of sex within me, pouncing on you from behind, a hound in heat, fucking you doggie style, hard and deep, driving you wild, unleashing you from the lace of Southern bellehood, turning you into a black leather dress woman, a leopard-skin pantied woman, a tigress of sex. In my lust, however, I am metamorphosed: the surging passion of my cock spreads its heat, like a backfire forming inside me, and its flames lick up to my heart, and I become, in the instant, it seems, a changed man, no longer a beast, a satyr, but your lover.\nYou can smell my true scent now, and you can see it in my eyes. I whisper, \"I love you.\" Your legs part open for me, and I feel again like an animal in heat, a stag ready to rut, but now I am also half-god, a man possessed with a \"Song of Solomon\" love. For a moment, you appear to me like a queen, a goddess, on some ancient throne, expecting me to kneel down, to worship your diadem. But you have made me strong, cockstrong, and I want you to feel my power. You want my tender tongue, and I want to be thrusting deep inside you. I stride up to you, my cock in my hand, wiggling it for you up and down, strutting my stuff, displaying my self-evident size, air fucking. But you turn away, jumping off the rock and into the water, back to the falls, the stream.\nI follow you, my quarry. I plunge after you, catching you by your legs. I pull you towards me, as if you are caught in a net, and I lift you up and turn you upside down, like some cheerleader routine, flopping your legs over my shoulders, cunt now in my face, your head falling down me behind me, backwards, almost touching the water. I tongue you hard, fast, relentlessly, until you tense for a moment and then relent. Your body becomes limp, soft, and I take you up in my arms, cradling your body, a groom taking his bride over the transom, a man taking his captured prey into Bridal Veil Falls. In our rutting we have become too hot and sweaty, and we sink down into the water, still embracing, and then we arise in its flow, its cascade: the water hitting our heads, our chests, our shoulders, soothing us and invigorating us, nature's own jacuzzi, and then I, stand behind you, doubling the pleasure: the power of the falls is matched by the power of my hands, an X-rated Swedish massage.\nI enwrap you in my arms and feel you up all over: hands rubbing up and down your sides...hands circling you flat, hard stomach...hands caressing your boobs, enjoying every contour and curve...hands and fingers strumming your nipples, keeping them taut, making them sing and dance....a hand going down and grasping your pussy tighter than any thong, a finger sliding up and down its length, pressing just inside, entering furtively. I then lift you off the ground, arms under your legs, holding you open, calling upon the forces of nature to take you, to pleasure you, as if you are sneaking in a bath in the middle of the dog days of August, letting the spigot of water do all the work as you cool yourself down, giving yourself the little hidden pleasure you deserve and need, the chance to romance yourself, escaping in your fantasies to waterfalls all around the world, escaping into the arms of a hidden admirer, a stranger on an elevator, or a man who knows the woods, a man who knows how to pleasure a woman as if he were a woman, a man with rough, calloused hand but soft enough and slow enough to enter you after the flute finishes on \"Bolero\" and not come until the end, with you, in full orchestral accompaniment.\nThe eroticism of the waterfall arouses us fully, readying us for our own plunging fury. I turn you around, and as I lift, you hop a bit into my arms, your legs wrapping around me, tight, your hands clasping behind my neck, your pussy brushing up against my cock, and then you wiggle yourself onto me, provoking from both of us a little gasp, and then you suck me in and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, making me groan in pure joy, loud and louder and loudest. You have the tightest love muscles I have ever felt, the love muscles of a goddess, of a huntress who can catch her quarry and never let go. I want to hold you there forever, almost still and almost silent, the wetness of Bridal Veil Falls circling around us, covering us in its mist and spray, and the wetness of your pussy circling around my cock, surrounding me in its moistness, in its honey-thick nectar, the inner ambrosia of the goddess Diana, each squeeze another arrow from her quiver sent into my heart. Instinctively, the ancient rhythm begins, the rhythm of lovemaking: rocking slightly together, then steadily together, and then our cock and cunt become one: pumping together faster and faster, as my hands grasp your butt, pulling you tight against me, and then playing with your butt like a helium balloon, keeping it bouncing in the air, letting it fall a bit and then striking it back up, generating a rhythm of play and passion, and as you climb near the top, ready to fall, I swing us both back towards the plunging water. plunge inside you, again and again, harder than the falls, with quick, fast strokes, until you rise high, and stop, arching back in ecstasy, as you spasm and shudder, and I keep shaking you up until every little shiver is over, until your are wrung out of pleasure, like a beautiful natural sponge squeezed dry, like bread dough kneaded and stretched and left to rise. We collapse, sinking back into the water, ready, to drown out the world and every sound but our own beating hearts and the rushing water of Bridal Veil Falls. But then the huntress discovers that the hunt is not over: you reach for my manhood, and find it, still hard. You raise me up and encircle me from behind, grasping my cock, pumping it hard, as your bosoms push into my back, impelling me forward, back into the stream of the falls, its spumes of water falling on my cock as you pump it and pump it, its length straining like a salmon fighting its way up stream, until you make it a fountain, a falls, in its own right.\nWe linger together, in the water, only our heads showing above the surface so we can focus on our eyes. We trade kisses and then thoughts. We talk about our favorite places on the trail, wondering if there is any special place, a secret spot, the other does not know about, a hidden erogenous zone, like a male nipple that has never been played with before by a woman who knows the favorite trails, the spots, the secrets of a man's body. We each make a suggestion." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and erotic encounter between two strangers as they embark on a passionate rendezvous. Incorporate elements such as a secret email exchange, explicit stories, and an alluring invitation to dinner. Write a scene where they meet at the restaurant, building up tension with sensual touches and kisses. Include moments of public exhibitionism in the glass elevator before taking the passion to new heights on a balcony overlooking the city. Describe their wild lovemaking session, incorporating hair-pulling, firm smacks on the ass, and deep thrusts that leave them both trembling with pleasure. Conclude with an explosive climax as she eagerly takes him into her mouth and savors every last drop of his release.\n\nTags: erotic encounter, secret online chats, explicit stories, public exhibitionism, balcony sex, intense passion" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn’t believe she was standing in front of the restaurant with her hand on the door, preparing to take a major step forward in her life. Indecision gripped her and her insides threatened to take on a life of their own as she tried to decide whether to go inside or not.\nShe had never even given any thought to ever being in this situation until several days before. When she had opened her email there was one from him waiting for her. They had chatted online for several weeks and the chats had become increasingly more sexual in content, until they were at times erotically graphic. He had sent her stories he had written, that she had found exciting and arousing.\nHis email had said that he would be in town in two days and then gave only the name of the restaurant and the following cryptic message : Dinner @ 7:00, Dessert @ 8:00.\nOver the next 2 days she tried to decide what she was going to do, and with each thought found herself unwillingly being drawn towards this place in time. Even earlier this evening as she dressed to go out she was still questioning whether she should meet him for dinner. As she fixed her hair and put on her best perfume , she tried to decide what to wear , something elegant but not too suggestive at the same time.\nShe had decided on an emerald green wraparound dress that swirled around her legs as she walked. The neckline played to her cleavage without drawing attention. She stood at her underwear drawer and tried to decide what to wear underneath her dress and was quite amused and aroused as she decided “in for a penny, in for a pound” and decided to dispense with any underwear at all. As she put on the dress she could feel the soft silk slide across her nipples causing a delicious tingle to pass through her body. She pulled a conservative pair of heels from her closet and then decided to wear something with more heel.\nAs she left the house and got into her car she could still not believe she was actually going to do this. It was as if she was in a dream and could not wake up.\nNow she was standing here at the door, the late afternoon sunshine reflecting off the windows of the restaurant, trying to decide once and for all if she was going to enter. She knew if she stepped through the door that she might not be able to turn back from the course that lay on the other side of the door.\nWith one last look back at her car, she pulled on the door and stepped into the cool darkness of the restaurant. After the bright of the afternoon sun it seemed extremely dark inside the restaurant. She stepped up to the hostess and told her she was meeting Derek Edge. With a flip of her hair the hostess turned and led her deeper into the interior of the restaurant to a booth set in a back corner. The man that rose from the booth was tall, with dark brown hair, graying slightly at the temples, a dark brown moustache and dark brown eyes. He was not handsome in a classic way, but something about him alluded to the fact that he was confident about himself and his place in the world.\nShe looked at him closer and noticed the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth and decided that he was a happy person, at least most of the time. As he reached out to take her hand he spoke in a soft rich voice, with a touch of a southern accent and said, “Welcome, won’t you sit down.” As his hand made contact with hers she felt a shiver of excitement ripple its way through her body.\nShe turned as if to run, but feeling his hand pull slightly on hers she turned and slid into the booth. He slid in beside her and offered her a glass of wine. She nodded her head and watched as e poured a glass for her. “I’m so glad you decided to come,” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “I could hardly wait to meet you”.\nThey exchanged pleasantries until the waiter appeared and took their hor dourves order. Without waiting he ordered Oysters Rockefeller, and a slab of brie. The waiter disappeared and he turned back to her. His eyes seemed riveted to her as his hand reached to sweep a stray strand of hair from her face. The feel of his hand as it brushed her face was one of the most erotic things she had felt in a long time. When the hair was away from her face his hand came to rest against her face, lightly cupping her chin and cheek in the palm of his hand.\nWithout even thinking she gently pressed her face against his hand, wanting the feeling of his skin against her face to linger awhile longer.\nGently he lifted her head up so that she was once again looking straight into his dark eyes. She watched as if paralyzed as he lowered his head toward her and gently kissed her on the lips. A gentle kiss, soft and dry, like a soft piece of cloth pressed against her lips. She felt her lips part to his kiss and felt herself kissing him back. The longer the kiss lasted the more passionate and exciting it became. She felt his lips leave hers and move slowly across her cheek to her jaw and then to her neck. His lips were warm and moist against her skin and she could feel his breath warm on her skin.\nHe kissed slowly along her neck up to her ear lobe, pausing there to briefly engulf it with his lips, feeling his tongue for the first time. He moved his face slowly down her neck until he found the sensitive hollow where her neck met her shoulders. There he nuzzled and lightly let his tongue flick across her skin.\nShe could not believe she was sitting here in a classy restaurant with a man she knew so little about , while he was tasting her skin to her utter delight. She could not believe herself when she felt her hand move to his, feeling her fingers wrap around his hand and pull it to her breast. His hand gently cupped her breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, as if trying to judge its characteristics. She felt his thumb slide slowly across her nipple. It seemed to react to his touch in an instant, rising to almost full hardness with just this little caress.\nShe felt the moan she was trying to stifle, caused by the sensations of his hand and lips on her, deep in her throat, and was afraid everyone within a hundred yards could hear her. As she fought to control her body’s reactions his fingers closed around her nipple, protected only by the sheer silk of her dress. She felt him pinch lightly and begin to roll it gently between his fingers.\nSlowly he pulled away; leaving her close to breathless just as the waiter rounded the corner with their appetizers. She struggled to catch her breath as the oysters and Brie was placed in front of them. The oysters still cooling in the cracked ice. He reached out and spread a large smear of Brie on a toast wedge and brought it to her mouth. She never knew for sure but later guessed that he purposely smeared some of the delicious cheese along her chin as he fed her. He reached out with a finger and gently wiped the soft cheese onto his finger. Without a thought he placed it to her lips.\nShe felt her lips wrap around his finger and greedily suck it into her month, savoring both the taste of the cheese and the taste of his skin. He felt her tongue lick hungrily at his finger as she cleaned the cheese away. Slowly he began to withdraw his finger only to find her hand wrapping around his, holding it in place for a second longer.\nShe reached out and found her glass and sipped lightly from it, inhaling the fragrance of the wine. While the glass was to her lips she felt his hands slide softly across the bare skin of her knee. Caressing and teasing at the same time. She sat still with the glass still at her lips as his hand caressed higher until it disappeared underneath her skirt. Her legs seemed to fall slack as she sat the glass down, and relaxed into her seat. His hands were warm and soft on her skin, making her tingle to each further touch.\nHe looked into her eyes as his hand moved closer to her growing warmth, and instructed her to finish her glass of wine. As she brought the glass to her lips his fingers found the wet lips of her pussy, already partly open and inviting his caress.\nShe almost bit the glass as his fingers found her clit, slowly rounding it with the tip his finger. She felt his fingers slide slowly into her hot, moist slit. Sliding slowly in and out and up and down inside her. She almost cried out when she felt his fingers abandon her heat. How could he leave her like this. She watched as hi hand reappeared above the table. Even in the dim light she could see that his fingers glistened with her juices. His hand moved carefully to her wine glass and very slowly rubbed his wet fingers around the rim of her glass. The glass seemed to shimmer like diamonds in a bright light as the moisture from his fingers caught the candle light. After he finished this very erotic act he brought his fingers to his mouth and sensuously licked each one clean.\nWhen he finished he motioned for the waiter. When the waiter arrived he motioned for the waiter to once again fill their glasses. She watched in fascination as the waiter poured her glass almost full, never dripping the first drop down the side.When the waiter departed he instructed her to taste this new wine. He watched as she lifted her glass and brought it to her lips. She couldn’t help herself , and her tongued flicked out to drag slowly along the rim of her glass. He watched as she tasted herself on the glasses’ rim before mixing that taste with that of the wine.\nShe couldn’t believe she was sitting here with a virtual stranger, who had caressed her breast, wet his fingers in her moist pussy, and then rubbed her wet juices around the rim of her glass, much less that she was now tasting herself on the glass. She only wondered what would happen from here. Her senses were at a fever pitch, and she could still feel her juices leaking out between her legs.\nWhen their food arrived he told her that tonight he would feed her so that she would have nothing to do except savor the tastes he had had prepared for her. Through out the meal the tastes were exquisite, and the textures sensual, enhanced by the wines he brought to her lips.\nAfter she had eaten her fill of the delicacies he presented to her , all the while his free hand continued to tease her body, he looked at his watch and stated “ its now 7:45, we must hurry or we’ll miss dessert”. At that point she had no idea how things could get any better than they already were. His hands teased and stroked her from top to bottom as he looked her in the eyes and asked if she was ready for dessert. All she could do was nod her head in response.\nWithout another word he laid money inside the folder the waiter had laid on the table. Taking her hand he helped her from the table and drew her close to him as they exited the restaurant. When they exited onto the street the sun was beginning to fade over the tops of the buildings nearby. Long shadows covered them in a soothing sample of the darkness that was to come. “Come you must see my project” he stated and took her hand and strode off down the sidewalk.\nThey walked several blocks until they reached a new building that was under construction. From the street it appeared as if the building was complete, but a glance inside showed that the facade might be complete but that the interior was still to be completed. He drew a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door and let them in, locking the door behind them. Once again he took her hand and led her to the elevator. Taking another key he unlocked the elevator so that they could get on. As the doors closed behind them he drew her to him and crushed her lips with a passionate kiss. His lips tasting hers.\nHis lips continued to explore her lips and neck as his hands moved to the sash of her dress, drawing the bow that held her dress closed slowly as he continued to kiss her. His kisses trailed down her neck onto her shoulders as his hands slowly slid her dress off her shoulders until she stood naked , except for her heels, in front of him. His hands reached to cup a firm breast in each hands. Gently caressing each one until her nipples were hard with anticipation. His tongue flicked out and slowly circled a turgid nipple before letting his lips wrap around her hardened nipple. His tongue was wet and soft on her nipple and as it licked, her nipple swelled even more until it felt as if it was going to burst.\nHe slowly dropped a hand and let it trail across her stomach, moving lower until she felt it barely touching her bare pussy, her legs parted as she felt his hand slide between her legs. His fingers trailed lightly across her damp slit until they were coated in the fine dew coming from her moist mound. He slowly parted her lips until she felt his wet finger slide across her hooded clit. She felt her body tremble as his finger slipped past her wet lips to slide slowly inside her wetness. She felt that if he touched her clit again that she would explode. His finger gently probed deeper inside until she could feel it hook against the back of her pelvic bone, pressing on the firm area of tissue just inside. He stroked and teased the firm button of flesh exciting her even more. She couldn’t move, all she could do was concentrate on the mouth that continued to suck on her hard nipples and his finger deep inside her.\nHe slowly withdrew his finger and took her arms and moved her to the side of the elevator turning her so that she was facing the wall with her breasts pressed against the side f the elevator. He reached between her legs from behind and slowly let two fingers slide inside her molten pussy. She could feel the juices beginning to flow from deep inside as his fingers probed deeper.\nHe reached behind him and pressed a button on the control panel and the elevator began to climb. After several seconds she was blinded by the dying sun as the elevator cleared the main shaft and she realized that they were in a glass elevator on the side of the building. She gasped as she realized that she was standing there with here hard nipples pressed against the cool glass while she raised her ass higher and thrust back at his hand.\nShe could see people walking along the street and thought that if they just looked up they would see her acting like a wanton slut here on the elevator, the thought that someone might see her exciting her even more.\nAs the elevator continued its agonizingly slow ascent he dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face between her legs. His tongue snaked its way to her wet lips and slowly licked them and then he sucked her lips into his mouth. His tongue found her swollen clit and began to lick softly as his lips wrapped around it and he began to suck on her swollen clit. Just as she could feel her orgasm begin to build, the elevator reached its stop. He rose from behind her and cradled her to him and lead her off the elevator into an expansive living area. It was lavishly decorated and one entire wall appeared to be all glass.\nHe took her hand as he opened a door and led her onto the balcony. He sat her down on a chaise lounge that still was in the suns dying rays here high above the street. He slowly spread her legs and resumed where he had left off in the elevator. His lips wrapped around her clit as his hands stroked her thighs and ass.\nJust as she was feeling that she would reach her orgasm he stood and backed away from the chair and removed his jacket, tossing it carelessly across the foot of the chaise. He began to loosen his tie, kicked off his shoes and slowly unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor around his ankles.\nShe could see his straining cock pressing against his briefs, threatening to rip the material. He slowly pulled his briefs away and down until his swollen cock popped free . He stood looking at her as his hand moved to stroke his cock. She watched as he stroked his cock from top to bottom, never taking his eyes off her. She continued to watch as he stroked. He looked at her and said “touch yourself for me”.\nHer hands moved to her breasts, taking a hard nipple between her fingers and rolling them gently between her fingers. “Now wet your fingers for me” he said as he watched her hand find her wet pussy. Her finger slid across her hard clit and began to stroke it in rhythm with his hand on his cock. Her fingers traced slow circles around her hard clit each time he reached the top of his upstroke, matching the little twist he added at the end of each stroke.\nAs she watched him, stroking his hard cock, her fingers buried themselves into her wetness drawing more moisture out with each stroke he made of his cock. “ Taste yourself for me “ he directed, and she couldn’t wait to bring her fingers to her mouth. Tentatively at first she flicked her tongue out and licked at one finger. She had always wondered what she really tasted like but had been scared to try it. Now she found she was sucking her fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices greedily into her mouth, all the while ever letting her eyes leave his cock.\nHe reached out with his free hand to take her hand and pull her from the chaise lounge. He pulled her closer and took her hand and brought it to his cock. Her hand replaced his never missing a stroke. He leaned forward to kiss her lips, lips that were still wet with her juices. His lips tasted hers, his tongue licking softly across her lips.\nOne of his hands once again found her breast and slowly rolled a hardened nipple between his fingers , while his other hand slipped softly between her legs. He slowly slid the edge of his hand between her lips letting his thumb slowly slide across her hard wet clit.\nSlowly he began to back up towards the edge of the balcony , drawing her with him, his fingers now buried inside her and using them and the fingers holding her nipple to pull her along. When he stopped he was suddenly gone from in front of her. She felt his hands reach around to find her breast again and she could feel his hard cock laying snug in the cleavage of her ass.\nShe felt him push her shoulders forward until she was forced to reach out and grab the railing to keep from falling. His hand never left her breast as his other hand slipped between her legs and started to once again stroke her pussy. She could feel her juices leaking form inside to coat his hand. She reached between her legs and cupped his balls in her warm hand. His balls were heavy and firm and fit in the palm of her hand as if they were made for it. She felt his hand leave her, but it was replaced by the head of his cock, nestling itself between the lips of her enflamed pussy.\nShe wrapped her hand around his shaft and tried to pull him into her, but he stayed firm in his position never letting her have more or less than the head of his cock. She felt his hand wrap around her upper arm drawing it away from between her legs. Urging her to place it on the railing. His hands fell to the swell of her hips and with one swift movement she felt him pull her to him, impaling her on his cock.\nHe remained buried inside her for a few brief moments, the skin of his upper thigh melting into that of her buttocks. with a little rocking motion he began to make long full strokes slowly into and out of her. He slowly increased his pace until he was into a steady rhythm of burying his cock deep and withdrawing until just the head remained between her lips.\nHer breathing was becoming raged as he continued his strokes and she could feel her orgasm starting to build. She tried desperately to thrust back onto him but he always maintained his distance keeping just the head inside her at the end of each stroke.\nAt the end of one stroke he said, “stand very still and look straight ahead”. She looked straight out in front of her, and was amazed to see an apartment building only a couple of hundred feet away across the street.\nThrough the windows she could see people watching TV and even one couple making love on their bed. While she was watching this he was holding his cock and rubbing her clit with the head of his cock, letting the mushroom head drag teasingly back and forth. \nShe felt him place the head back against her wet lips, and tried to force herself onto him. He held her hips in place refusing to let her move. She was about to explode when she felt his grip on her hips tighten and with one savage stroke he buried himself inside her.\nWhere earlier he had been slow and methodical he now drove into her with a vengeance. His cock driving deep with each stroke. His pace quickened as he pulled her onto his cock over and over. She could hear and feel their skin smacking together each time he buried his cock inside her. She felt his hand leave her hip and come to rest in her blonde hair. Drawing it tight around the nape of her neck, he continued to thrust into her with animal like strokes, using her hair to pull her onto him. His hand pulling in her hair caused her to arch her back to relieve some of the pressure. She felt his other hand leave her hip and then felt it smack down across her ass.\nShe had never had a man do that to her and it turned her on even more when she felt another firm but not hard smack on her ass. Then she realized that he was now riding her. Thrusting his hard cock into her, using her hair to pull her onto his thrusting cock and urging her on with the gentle but firm smacks on her ass.\nShe used her arms to push herself onto his cock trying to force him even deeper inside her. They thrust at each other I a frenzy that threatened to consume them. Each time his hand fell across her ass she thrust back harder at him, reveling in the sound their skin made as he reached the bottom of each stoke. She felt her legs begin to tremble as his thrust grew even faster inside her. Hard strokes, hard enough at times to make her feel light on her feet, as he thrust upwards into her.\nHer orgasm didn’t well up inside her like she was accustomed to but rather exploded inside her drenching them both with her juices. Her legs turned rubbery and she slumped towards the balcony floor to her knees. She felt his hard cock spring loose from inside her and as she turned she could see him standing in front of her, his hard cock bobbing angrily in front of her face.\nWithout thinking she grabbed his cock and engulfed it in her mouth., tasting her juices on his shaft. She sucked on the head and furiously began to jack his cock into her mouth. His hands found her hair and he thrust himself deep into her mouth in one stroke as his cock exploded. His cum filled her mouth as she tried to swallow burst after burst of his hot cum.\nShe sucked on his cock as it began to soften in her mouth, cleaning the last of his cum from his cock, squeezing the head to force the last drop out and slowly licking it into her mouth. She could feel his legs trembling as his now soft cock slipped out of her mouth. He collapsed in a heap beside her drawing her to him until she was sitting in his lap.\nWith a soft kiss on his lips she whispered in his ear “I sure enjoyed dessert”." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore a passionate and intense encounter between two lovers as they indulge in a steamy evening of pleasure. Incorporate elements from the story, such as the early arrival, seductive lingerie, and explicit acts.\n\nPrompt: \"Write an erotic scene where a couple's desire reaches its peak during an unexpected rendezvous. Begin with the protagonist answering the door to find their lover 45 minutes early. The air thickens with anticipation as they exchange a long, tender kiss at the entrance. With lilies in hand and a beautifully wrapped gift waiting to be unveiled, their passion ignites further.\n\nAs they enter the bedroom adorned in violet satin panties, a corset laced up with silken cords, white silk stockings, and high heels, describe how their bodies exude sensuality. Let their arousal intensify as they undress each other slowly while exploring every inch of exposed skin.\n\nIncorporate elements of dominance and submission as one partner takes control by pleasuring themselves on top of the stove while instructing their lover to ensure dinner doesn't burn. As they move towards the bedroom together, tease readers with vivid descriptions of how wet and ready each partner becomes for what lies ahead.\n\nOnce inside the bedroom, focus on oral stimulation and finger penetration that drives both partners wild with pleasure. Describe how toys are introduced into play – dildos expertly used to heighten sensations while exploring anal pleasure simultaneously.\n\nTransition into an intense moment where one partner straddles the other's face while skillfully performing oral sex before moving onto deep-throating his erect member. Include details about tantalizing tongue movements that push him closer to climax.\n\nShift gears by having them change positions; one partner kneeling while gripping onto the headboard for support as he thrusts deeply into her dripping pussy. Bring out raw passion through moans of ecstasy intermingled with breast play – sucking, licking, nipping – showcasing their unbridled desire.\n\nBuild up the intensity further by transitioning to anal penetration. Describe how the partner's cock stretches her, highlighting the contrast between the dildo previously used and his impressive size. Explore their connection as they move together in a steady rhythm, incorporating elements of self-pleasure through clit stimulation and finger penetration.\n\nAs they reach climax simultaneously, describe their bodies trembling with pleasure while emphasizing their deep connection. Conclude by hinting at future erotic adventures awaiting them during a weekend full of mischief and passion.\n\nTags: explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, anal play, dominance/submission, lingerie, multiple orgasms.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was in the kitchen making dinner when heard a knock on the door, I stopped chopping my vegetables and turned the heat down on the stove, then grabbed my hand towel and walked out of the kitchen to answer the door. I saw you through the window, you were 45 mins early at least. I smiled I knew you liked to be early for our dates, oh god how the last date we had keeps running through my head...my knees still get weak and my body quivers the more I think about it.\nI opened the door and let you in giving you a long slow tender kiss before you get all the way inside. You have brought me lilies, my favorite flower, and a present wrapped in a bluish purple silken and Lace bow. I remember the last present you gave me...it didn't stay on me long at all. You whisper in my ear to open the box, and I smile up at you a sparkle in my eyes, and I carefully unwrap the box. The contents inside are sexy and I can tell they must have been imported, as you only like the best. You come up behind me and grab hold of my hips as you grind your crotch into my ass, \"put it on darling, wear it for me.\" You say.\nYou know I can't say no to you, \"There is some chicken on the stove cooking, can you make sure it doesn't burn?\", I ask you sweetly. You nod and tell me to hurry. As you make your way to the kitchen flowers in hand, I make my way into my bedroom, I am already moist and wet with anticipation of what is to come. I set the box and it's contents on my bed and I begin to undress, slipping my sweater, and bra off of me, and then my jeans and panties.\nI pick up the beautiful new violet satin panties and slip them on, and next the matching corset instead of hook and eye clasps this one has an old fashioned silken cord laced up the front of it, god it's beautiful. When I finish tying the corset I put on the white silk stockings and I finish off with a pair of white 4inch heels. I pick up my discarded clothing and put it in the hamper and then I head back out to the kitchen to model this new outfit for you.\nAs I enter the kitchen I find that the chicken has finished cooking and that the stove is off, you come up from behind me and you pin me against my fridge. \"My god you make me so excited, I want to fuck you now..dinner can wait\" you say as you start to nibble on my neck. Your hand moves between my thighs from behind, and slowly you have me spread my legs a little, allowing you to rub your hands against my moistening pussy thru the satin fabric of the panties.\nI feel you press your already hardened cock up against my ass..and then you bite my teasingly on my neck. My breathing deepens as I feel my pussy dampen further, and my nipples become erect. \"I can feel how wet you are, you want me to fuck you don't you.\" You say, not really a question but more of a statement. \"Yes\" I manage to say in between my deepening breaths. You take my hand and you lead me into my bedroom, when we enter you get behind me and pull the satin panties down and kiss my firm soft ass as you do this.\nI hear you unzip your pants and I turn around and un button your shirt and take it off of you, I start to reach for your boxers but you grab my wrists and stop me, you push me slowly backwards onto my bed and you tell me to lay down, as you kneel before me and start to kiss and lick my inner thighs. You spread my legs wide open and you can see my pussy's so wet it glistens on my dark curls. Your mouth moves over my pussy tongue seeking out my clit, and your start to flick it wildly over my bundle of nerves, shallow moans escape me.\nYou waste no time as you plunge two fingers into my wet pussy and you finger fuck me your tongue occasionally dipping in lapping up my sweet juices. You slowly insert a finger into my ass, slowly moving in and out, I wiggle a little bit in pleasure. You stop for a minute and open up a drawer in the bottom of my nightstand and pull out a couple of my toys, knowing exactly where I keep them from previous times when you've shared my bed.\nYou move your mouth and tongue back of my clit, as you insert a dildo in my pussy, lubricating it in my wet juices, slowly you move in and out of me a couple of times making me moan. You pull it out of my pussy and slowly insert the tip into my ass, moving it in and out of me slowly you go in deeper every time, my moans getting a bit louder..you stand up and take your boxers off your rock hard cock, you watch my hungry eyes drink you in, how I want to take you in my mouth and taste you. You lay down on my bed and tell me to sit on your face and suck your cock knowing that I wanted to.\nI move over you, doing just that, dildo still in my ass, your mouth greedily sucking and licking my pussy and clit, as I take you in my mouth, I start to suck on you like a melting popsicle on a hot day. Your cock fills my mouth nicely as I take you in and deep throat you, I hear you moan and start to move your tongue over my clit faster. I move slow and then fast and slow again over you, as I feel your cock throb slightly in my mouth, I start to tease you with my tongue, licking just the tip of your cock, and then I move back down over it again, until you can't take it anymore.\nYou tell me to get on my knees and hold on to the head board of my bed as I do this I feel your hard cock plunge deep inside my pussy, I move one hand to my breast and I start to play with my nipple, you take the dildo out of my ass and you lay it some where, your hands move to my hips as you move in and out of my pussy, my moans only excite you more. You start to fuck me harder and faster, sensing I am about to cum as my muscles spasm and tighten around your cock. \"I want to feel you cum on my cock,\" you tell me, as you pull me back on your cock so my back is flush up against your chest, you fill me as deep as you can with your cock as I cum over it, your hands on my breasts kneading them your mouth at the base of my neck kissing and nibbling.\nYou have me lay on my back and I wrap my legs around your hips as you sick your cock back in my dripping pussy, you fuck me hard and fast cries of pleasure fill your ears. Your mouth moves over one of my bared breasts and you start to suck on it, licking and nipping as you go, making my back arch up against you in sheer delight ecstasy. You slowly down our rhythm and you slide your cock out of my pussy and slowly into my ass, I gasp as your cock is bigger than the dildo you used on me.\nYou move in and out of me slowly, and gently, taking great care to make sure I enjoy this with you. I you move my leg up and over your shoulders, and you start to move a little faster and deeper. I move one hand to my clit and start to play with it...you smile as you listen to my moans of pleasure, and start to move in a steady rhythm in and out of me. I push two of my fingers deep inside of my pussy as my thumb continues to work over my clit. I start to quiver, and I feel your hands tighten around my hips I feel you cum inside of me just before I cum again. You slowly pull out of my ass and move my legs to either side of you and you lean over and kiss me deeply, and as you do you tell me that this is only the beginning of the weekend you have in store for me.\nMischief dances in my eyes as we head to the bathroom to clean up before dinner...that is if we ever make it to dinner..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense passion and desire between James and Alisandrea as they engage in a steamy encounter at a dinner party. Incorporate elements such as silk, flip flops, chocolate fondue, balcony sex, biting, and exhibitionism. Craft a scene where James can't resist the allure of Alisandrea's sensual presence and takes her to new heights of pleasure. Use tags like BDSM, exhibitionism, oral sex, rough sex, biting, public sex to enhance the prompt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The dinner party was in full swing. My assistant had once again done an excellent job at creating a professional but inviting atmosphere in my loft for my clients and wives. I set about making the typical circle but was distracted by the thought of finding Alisandrea here. I knew she would be late. I also knew she would be nervous. This wasn't her typical crowd but had promised to make an appearance.\nI returned to the champagne fountain when a flash of dark maroon silk caught my eye. She stood amongst a group of men, casually talking and flirting with them. She was... impressive. Her hair was down but curled around her shoulders, silver jewelry, in a gown of deep maroon that fell to the floor and cradled her breasts beautifully. She wore no makeup but it wasn't needed with the creamy peachy complexion she possessed. My cock hardened instantly. The urge to take her to my bedroom and rip off the silk was overwhelming. This woman had the control to make me an animal in the bedroom. Not that she knowingly did it, of course.\nAli caught me staring and smiled as she talked. She blushed deeply and shook her hair back. I growled low in my throat and watched as her left hand rubbed her shoulder, skimmed her right breast, slid down her torso and gathered the silk in one hand. She pulled it up just enough for me to see the shiny, spangled flip flops she wore underneath the dress and dropped the dress back in place. I smiled back and chuckled to myself. I knew she hated heels. Only she could find a way to make flip flops work in silk at a formal party.\nI made my way slowly over to her, pausing to speak to someone now and then. Her eyes never left me. I was dressed in black Hugo Boss, her favorite. My hair was loose, also her favorite with a bit of stubble just to tease her.\n\"I see you've made acquaintances, Alisandrea,\" I said as I walked up behind her. I casually placed my hand on her shoulder and greeted the few men and women standing around. As they continued the conversation I slid my hand down her arm, raising goose bumps. I let my hand travel down her bare back and skim down her left buttock. No underwear, good. The silk was soft but the woman underneath it was warm, alive and ready. I could smell her arousal. It was a particular scent to her skin, a certain heat that emanated from her body. Three months of fucking each other relentlessly will let you discover the subtle nuances of each other. I put my hand around her waist and excused us from the conversation, guiding us to the balcony where two guests were seated on the far end.\n\"It's a beautiful party, James,\" she said softly as she braced against the railing and faced me. I knew she hated heights but admired the courage in which she braved being on a simple balcony. Her breasts jutted out from her dress and I groaned. Soft white skin under the moonlight barely cradled in dark fabric. I pressed myself against her, letting her feel my erection and rubbed it against her sex. She groaned and let her head fall back, closing her eyes. I had refrained for two weeks from biting her during sex so she could wear a pretty frock for the party but her exposed neck made my mouth water. Ali lifted her head and smiled softly. She leaned into me and brushed soft lips to mine. She was up to something so I let her do what she desired. One hand wrapped around my waist as the other slid up my neck, my jaw, into my hair. She'd told me several times that the texture of my hair was a pure delight for her. Ali rubbed her cheek against the stubble and purred softly. I pulled her hair back and mouthed her neck. Damn, I wanted to bite it! I felt the tremor of lust thrill through her. She was ready for me and I wanted to take her, violently, right here and damn the guests.\n\"Mr. Eaton, we need you inside sir.\" The voice of my assistant broke through our little bubble and I pulled away from Ali.\n\"Stay,\" I commanded. She only nodded. I knew she couldn't speak at this point. I made my rounds and announcements, mingled a bit more but kept checking the clock.\nI was edgy. I wanted to be rid of my guests and fuck Ali on the balcony against the cold marble. I wanted to see her nipples rise from the frigid air as her body convulsed around my cock.\nI took a deep breath and pretended to be engrossed in a client's droning when I noticed Ali standing over by the dessert table thirty feet away. She picked up a piece of fruit and dipped it into the chocolate fondue and delicately took a bite. She smiled as a drop fell to her right breast. My favorite one. My cock grew uncomfortable in my slacks as Ali scooped up the spot and licked her finger. It was then she noticed that I was watching.\nShe lifted the fruit to her lips, kissing it, licking her lips free of the chocolate and bit into the fruit. She knew that my control was pushed to the limit. I excused myself and walked deliberately slow to the table. Ali smiled and picked up a slice of banana and dipped it again, taking slow measure to lick around the fruit and suck on it softly. She looked directly into my eyes and I could see the fire in her eyes. She wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me to make her curl around me as she climaxed hard. Very hard. I smiled rakishly and walked away from her.\nI closed the party at midnight, and told my assistant to leave the cleaning till tomorrow. The elevator doors slid shut and I pressed the lock button.\nI returned to the balcony but didn't see Ali anywhere. \"James,\" her voice called softly to my right. She was lounging on the divan. I had to smile at the \"shoes\" lying on the marble as I moved to her. I could smell her lust from 20 feet away and when I reached her, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the cushion and slid my hands up smooth calves, knees, thighs, finding her sex I pushed back the dress and buried my mouth on her clit. She arched and pushed into my face as she came instantly under my tongue. Ali stopped breathing completely as I drove her over the edge. I unbuckled my slacks and pulled my cock free from my briefs, suddenly letting go of her throbbing bud. She started to protest when I loomed over her and shoved inside her as hard as I could.\n\"Oh, shit!\" She exclaimed softly as her legs drew up to my buttocks and pulled me in. I snaked one hand behind her head and kissed her hard as I fucked her. I wasn't gentle. This was pure animal lust and I intended to slake it inside this woman. Her sex was fire around my cock, gripping me reflexively and the slickness made me bury my mouth at the base of her neck and bite her. Ali convulsed around me as she climaxed, whimpering. She had accepted that primal side of myself and mixed it with her own animal lust. She held me tightly as she rode her orgasm on my cock, pushing me to my limit but I held back and slowed my pace as she relaxed under me. After a few minutes she opened her eyes.\nI pulled out of her, my cock still stone and stood up, pulling her with me. I stripped and laid back on the divan. Ali smiled and released the tiny straps holding the dress in place. It fell to the flagstone and she stood before me, nude. Beautiful. She ran her hands down her body, pausing to cup her firm peachy tipped breasts, smooth down over her stomach and caress the top of her wet sex. Her head fell forward so I could no longer see her face but watched as her hands rubbed her body everywhere. I was rock hard. She smiled and walked back into the loft, emerging with a small cup in her hand, setting it on the table beside us.\nAli crawled onto the divan, kissing up my left leg, letting her tongue slide across my skin as her hands rubbed up both my legs. Her hair fell around her face creating a dark halo at the crown in the full moonlight. She kissed up my left thigh, nibbling gently then moved to my right thigh and kissed it. I felt her breasts skim across my thighs and I tensed which caused my cock to jerk upright and ooze a bit. She traced her tongue across my pelvis, straddling her legs across mine, closing them.\nShe slid her mouth up my stomach, curling her tongue inside my belly button as my cock screamed for release. Her hand moved to the cup as she lifted her head and rubbed chocolate across my nipples. Her breasts cradled my cock causing it to swell painfully. She leaned to the left one and licked it softly. I growled low in my throat. She licked me clean then rubbed a bit more on it. She pursed her lips and sucked it into her mouth. My hips reflexively pushed against her breasts. I needed release inside this woman. She moved to the right nipple and teased the chocolate around the nipple. Ali licked it off, completely avoiding the nipple altogether. I laid my head back and watched as she rubbed chocolate on her lips and sucked my nipple into my mouth. It was more than I could stand.\nI growled and pulled her up to me and pressed my cock between the folds of her sex. It was hot. It was swollen. She wanted me, I could smell it on her skin, on her tongue as she pressed down on my cock, rubbing her clit on my head. She pulled back and kissed down my jaw to my neck and nibbled it. I knew she wanted to bite me, to mark me.\n\"Bite, Alisandrea,\" I whispered. Her breathing ragged she moved her hips and pushed down onto me slowly as her teeth sank into my shoulder. I cradled her in my arms as she buried my cock in her sex, squeezing it tightly. She felt... blissful.\nHer teeth tightened on my skin, digging into muscle but it didn't hurt. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders for support and began to fuck me slowly. I could hear her growling around my flesh. My hands moved to her hips and guided her motions.\nShe released my shoulder and kissed up my jaw and kissed me deeply. I could feel her body tremble above me and knew she was close. She braced her hands on the divan and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. She threw her head back in concentration, brow furrowed. I released her hips and cradled her breasts in my hands.\nI wanted to stay with her but she was fucking just the head of my cock in swift irregular motions and I cried out as I exploded inside her. She collapsed against me as I felt her sex tighten incredibly around me and she whimpered as she burst through her orgasm.\nI held her softly as she shook, my own pleasure satiated. I should have been basking in my own release but to feel her shake against me, knowing I caused the spectacular orgasm that ripped through her was more pleasurable.\nI pulled the coverlet for the divan over us, hiding our bodies from the moonlight. There wasn't any need to move. At all.\n\"Delicious,\" Ali murmured against my chest.\n\"Indeed,\" I replied as we kissed softly." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In this sensual and indulgent anniversary celebration, explore the passionate journey of a couple who cancels their reservations at a fancy restaurant to create an intimate culinary experience at home. Write a steamy scene where they indulge in a decadent meal together, feeding each other spoonfuls of creamy crawdad and hominy soup, savoring the flavors of balsamic vinaigrette-dressed salads, and relishing the perfectly cooked roasted rack of lamb. As they finish their meal, they playfully engage in an erotic food play with strawberries, whipped cream, and caramel sauce. Describe how they sensually lick and clean each other's bodies using these sweet treats before taking it to the next level. The climax should feature a titillating encounter where one partner uses their mouth to pleasure the other with deep throating while humming Mozart's melodies in harmony with their lover's pulsating desire. Conclude by exploring their insatiable passion as they engage in multiple positions on their luxurious four-poster bed until reaching simultaneous climaxes that leave them breathless and spent. Incorporate elements of light bondage as one partner surprises the other with handcuffs for an arousing dance performance that leads to another round of intense lovemaking. Don't forget to mention the silken canopy above them as they surrender themselves completely to pleasure. \n\nTags: anniversary celebration, homemade gourmet dinner, culinary seduction, food play, oral sex, deep throating while humming Mozart melodies, multiple positions on a luxurious bed, light bondage with handcuffs" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We were supposed to have reservations at a five star restaurant...\nYou trudge through the door, letting it swing shut behind you. You slowly make the way to our bedroom, and collapse on the four poster we just bought. You kick off your shoes, and unbutton your blouse as you slowly walk to the bathroom – a long slow soak the only thing on your mind. I come into the house, and as soon as I hear Mozart's melodies floating around I immediately move to cancel our reservations at the restaurant.\n\"Honey, you in the bath?\" I call, and am greeted by the sounds of you franticly splashing as you climb out of the Jacuzzi tub.\n\"Oh, shit! Sorry, I fell asleep; I'll be ready to go in ten minutes!\"\n\"Don't worry, I already cancelled.\"\n\"But you had to pay to rent the entire room for us, why'd you cancel?\"\n\"I thought you'd enjoy eating in more. I'm guessing you had a rough day at the office. Go back and keep soaking, I'll take care of dinner.\"\nAs you return to the bathroom, feeling slightly guilty, I remove my shirt, and stroll into the kitchen in my white under shirt and the slacks I wore to work. I had been hoping we'd end up eating in on our anniversary tonight, so I had planned ahead and bought a rack of lamb and fresh herbs, along with various other greens and soup items. I had been dying to try out some new recipes.\nThe aromatic scents slowly fill the house, and the kitchen looks like a mad scientists' lab, with the various pots cooking on the stove. I refuse to even let you see the kitchen, sending you to the dining room with a bottle of Chardonnay I had been saving and two glasses. You enter the room and see the table already set with our finest china and the candles burning. You see the preparation I have put into this, and quickly run to the bedroom to find something more than the bathrobe you are wearing.\nYou return just when I have placed the first course at our places, a crawdad and hominy soup – specially flavored. I pour the wine and place it in the chiller at your elbow and we dig in. The soup is delicious, creamy and smooth, with chunks of fresh crawdad and large pieces of hominy. You are surprised at the amount of spice in the dish, but the cayenne in the dish accents it perfectly.\nWith the soup finished, I remove the plates pouring you more wine and ensuring you wouldn't move from your seat. The salads come next, a very basic plain affair, romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes, and light balsamic vinaigrette I had acquired on our last trip to Italy.\nThen finally it is the main course - a roasted rack of lamb, delicately seasoned and serves on a bed of steamed greens with a side of puréed sweet potatoes. The meat had been cooked to perfection, and we both clean our plates extremely quickly. As I clear the last plate, you touch my arm, and ask \"What is for dessert?\"\nWhen I reply that you should just sit and wait, it is a surprise. With that I retreat to the kitchen. You become quite curious, and sneak around to the hallway entrance of the kitchen in time to see me stop whipping the heavy cream and move on to cutting the nice ripe strawberries I had bought.\n\"So it's to be strawberry shortcake is it?\" you ask, and I smile down at the ripe fruit, knowing full well your curiosity would get the better of you.\n\"With a caramel sauce, yes it is.\" You walk around the counter, and stop me from cutting the next strawberry \"I have a better idea,\" you whisper into my ear, and slowly turn me toward you. \"Forget the shortcake, I'm your dessert.\"\nWe grin at each other, until I suddenly grab you and set you on the counter. \"If you are my dessert, then I've got to put some topping on you.\"\nYou smile as I remove your dress, quickly peeling the skin tight sparkling black dress off of your sexy body. \"I can't believe you had me eat that entire meal, now I have to work out for weeks to get it off!\" I grin again and say \"No, after tonight you will definitely not need to work out for a while.\"\nYou reach over, and grabbing a large strawberry, you put half in your mouth, grinning around it. As I lean across to grasp it with my teeth your hands fly out and quickly have my belt undone and my pants at my knees.\nMy love ladle quickly stands up and bobs a salute as I quickly steal the strawberry from you. I extend my arm and grabbed a wooden spoon, bringing it over to us. You look at it questioningly, and then shocked as I bring it down smartly onto your breast. It shocks more than hurts you, and you jump when I do the same to your other breast. Your eyes question me sadly, holding hurt and wonder that I would ever do that to you.\nI extend the spoon again and you cringe, then your eyes shoot open as you felt the delicate whipped cream spread over your voluptuous breasts, and you smile even more as the cool cream makes the spots feel better. I quickly spread the cream all over your chest, along with the slices of strawberry I had cut. I begin licking the confection off of you, and suddenly you grab the caramel sauce and dribble over yourself, demanding I clean the whole thing off of you.\nI begin on your stomach, and move upwards making sure every bit is clean, and you help by reaching down and beginning to lick the creamy mess off your chest. Our lips meet, and our tongues dance, tasting the sweet strawberries and cream. I back off, and grab the largest strawberry. I coat it in the whipped cream, and grab the caramel sauce.\nI duck my head toward your crotch, and begin applying the caramel liberally, since your juices have made the area rather wet. I begin to feed the strawberry into your cunt, sensually rubbing it around, bringing you close to an orgasm. I pull it out before you reach climax, and feed the strawberry to you. We share it, each taking a large bite of the juicy fruit.\nYou push me back, forcing me to the wall. \"I think I want a banana split,\" you grin, and liberally apply the dessert toppings to my rigid cock.\nYou slowly take me in, all the way to the hilt, cleaning the toppings off with your tongue as you swallow each inch. I groan as your warm tight lips slide along my shaft, cleaning it as your tongue caresses the vein on the bottom of my shaft. You move your head more rapidly, with my hands pressing the back of your head. You begin deep throating me, increasing the sensations by slowly playing with my balls.\nSuddenly, a new sensation charges up my shaft, and it takes me a second to learn you are humming, humming deep in your throat as my shaft pounds unmercifully down it. My cock becomes even more engorged, and as you feel that, you wrap your hand around my balls, gently squeezing. I cum deep in your throat like a rocket shooting into space.\nI try to pull back, fearful that I will choke you with my cum, but you grab my buttocks and keep my cock deep in your throat until every drop has been milked out by your beautiful lips. We look at the dishes, at each other, then walk arm in arm to the bedroom, to continue our anniversary celebration. We slowly sink into the multitude of pillows and comforters on the bed, not caring for the mess we make as the pillows fall alongside our long forgotten clothes.\nWe make slow passionate love, changing positions many times, from you riding my hips, to me thrusting you from behind with such force to shake our oaken four post bed. We ride each other successively pushing ourselves to the brink again and again, finally climaxing together in a storm of flying hair and wild moans. I slow down, tired and spent after my third orgasm, and while you are still ready for more, I am spent.\nI lie on my back, staring at the silken canopy when you appear over me, and I catch a glimpse of a flash of metal in your hand as you cuff me quickly to the corner post.\n\"What the hell....?\"\n\"You need a rest big boy, so I'm just gonna dance for you until you're ready to go again.\"\n\"What're the handcuffs for then?\"\n\"No touching unless I say so.\"\n\"That's evil.\"\nYou grin over your bare shoulder at me and wink, whispering \"You bet.\"\nA slow groove begins over our sound system, and you begin a slow, sensual dance, not exactly a strip tease, since neither of us have anything near to clothing on, but something more erotic and pleasurable than anything I'd ever seen before. You never come within an arm's reach, and yet I am so aroused by you and your gently swaying hips, with your arms weaving some strange spell in the air, that I my tired body can't help but rise to the challenge with more vigor than anything previous.\nAfter another minute of your tantalizing dance, you feel pity for my poor quivering body and slowly move toward the bed. I climb awkwardly back onto the bed, exposing my cuffs obviously pleading to be set free. You climb onto the bed next to my body, and as you slowly settle yourself atop my raging hard on, I look into your eyes, wordlessly pleading for the key.\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\"Free me, PLEASE!\"\n\"Does it look like I have the key? I don't exactly have any pockets....\"\nI groan in frustration at your final tease, and then I moan in pleasure as you lower yourself down onto me, making me concentrate more on the sweet pleasures your body is conveying to mine instead of the anguish of not being able to touch the Venus sitting on my lap...\nYou ride me slowly, relishing every stroke my beleaguered hips can give, as you grind your pelvis to mine, pressing into me as I press upwards into you. The corded muscles in my arms stand out from the strain I am exerting, trying to just touch your beautiful body.\nYou don't notice though, you're too busy forcing yourself onto me harder, feeling your orgasm coming you push harder, trying to reach it. I relax myself as you slam down onto me, forcing me to concentrate more on not giving in to the feelings, on holding off my own pending explosion so that you may complete your goal.\nWith a cry you orgasm, rolling off of my body and looking deeply into my face as your body continues to shudder from the power of it. You finally come back down in time to see my hips still thrusting in the air in my vain efforts to finish. You reach out, and as soon as your soft fingers touch my shaft, I moan and explode, shooting white strands high in the air, one after another until we're both surprised by the copious amounts.\nYou finally release me, kissing me tenderly as the handcuffs come undone. We lovingly wash each others bodies and fall asleep holding each other in the middle of our bed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Explore the intense and unexpected sexual journey between Tina, a recently divorced woman, and her brother-in-law Jack. Dive into their exploration of pleasure as Tina discovers her own desires and experiences multiple mind-blowing orgasms under Jack's skilled touch. Craft a scene where they engage in passionate oral sex, with Tina eagerly pleasuring Jack with her mouth while he guides her to new heights of ecstasy. In this explicit encounter, emphasize the power dynamics at play as they break societal taboos and indulge in forbidden pleasure. Include tags such as oral sex, multiple orgasms, forbidden love, family taboo, experimentation.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tina had been married for over 15 years when things started to go wrong. She got to the stage when she just stopped having sex with her husband Paul and eventually, just over a year ago, he left her for another woman.\nAlthough he's been fairly good throughout the divorce, she's been left high and dry with her young, 12 year old daughter Zoe and the future looked hopeless until just a couple of months ago, straight after the New Year.\nTina is just 5ft 2 inches tall, 46 years old with a slim, almost skinny, figure and she's never really been a demonstrative or overtly sexual person; which is probably what caused the tension with Paul.\nShe was in her early 30s when she married and she'd been quite suppressed sexually prior to that, only having lost her virginity when she was 23 on a one-night-stand with a neighbour and had not had sex much prior to meeting Paul.\nSince the divorce and especially over Xmas, things had been tough for her as she had to get used to the split family with all that this entailed, but most of them rallied round her which made her feel a little better about herself.\nZoe is in her first year at her new school and is doing quite well but Tina noticed the subtle changes in her as the divorce went through. It's hard on the kids but in Tina's case it was hard on her as she did not have a large circle of friends outside the family. They were good friends but this was not enough for her.\nThe fact is - she was lonely.\nHer brother-in-law Jack had always been a bit of an enigma to her with them never really having much to do with each other, but he'd bent over backwards to take her side during the split and divorce as he had little time for Paul, even if he was his brother-in-law.\nPreviously Tina had only really had any contact with Jack for the Mr. fix-it things which he was quite good at, but that was all it was until recently.\nJack was nearing his 60th birthday, nearly 6ft tall and he was somewhat overweight. He was hardly the role model for a stud which suited him fine. He'd been married to Tina's sister-in-law Sarah for over 30 years and Tina had heard that they weren't very sexually active; mostly his fault according to the family grapevine.\nSo it was quite a surprise for her one morning as she was still in bed having a bit of a lie-in, when Jack phoned up just to see if she was in and he wondered if he could come round for a chat. Sarah was at work and Zoe was at school so Tina was more than a little surprised as he'd never done this before but she agreed and quickly went to have a shower before he arrived just about an hour later.\nHe was always a nice chap and very knowledgeable about so much that he got on well with her daughter, helping her with school work and Tina always found some of his little sayings amusing.\nTina had the kettle on and had dressed but she still had a towel around her longish brown hair. Tina made a coffee and brought it through to the living room.\nThe room was spotlessly clean and tidy and Tina had redecorated after the split with her husband. It was one of her ways of taking her mind off her life and the shitty way it had turned out.\nShe sat on the settee and Jack in one of the armchairs. He immediately asked how Tina was really coping as he's noticed she was looking a bit low when they met up on Boxing Day for a family dinner at her house.\n\"I thought you looked rather tense when I last saw you and wondered if you wanted a heart-to-heart with someone who's on your side? I never got the chance to speak on Boxing Day as there was always someone around\" he explained. Tina nodded, a little lost in her thoughts, as she wasn't quite sure whether she could open up to her brother-in-law.\nThey chatted away with Jack asking mostly about Tina's well-being and assuring her that he, for one, wouldn't see her abandoned just because Paul had a new family.\nJack noticed that Tina was a bit weepy but she kept herself in check not trying to demean herself. He also noticed she was holding her head and stretching her neck rather a lot. Tina said she'd nodded off in the chair the previous night and woke up with this stiff neck which wouldn't go away. Jack asked \"Do you want me to massage your neck and shoulders for you?\nTina pondered for a second but a massage sounded good and Sarah had mentioned that Jack had good hands.\n\"Yes OK then\" she agreed.\nTina came over and sat on the floor in between Jack's knees. Jack took off her head towel and he started kneading and massaging her shoulders with his strong hands as she relaxed at his exquisite touch. He moved onto to her neck for a while before moving down between her shoulder blades. Her bra strap was in the way so she reached up behind her an unhooked it. Jack got a quick view of her back as she pulled up her tea-shirt.\n\"I'm not trying to pry or be underhand or anything Tina, but when did you last let anyone touch you?\" as Tina tensed up a little bit.\n\"If I'm brutally honest I've not been with anyone since he walked out, and I'm not that bothered either,\" she said quietly almost regretting saying anything at all.\nThere was quite a long pause as Jack carried on massaging her spine and up to her shoulders and around her neck. Tina was starting to relax as he started massaging her scalp and forehead before returning to her neck and shoulders again.\nThere was no doubt that Jack was good at this and Tina was almost nodding off as she lay back into his lap whilst he massaged away her stresses.\n\"Tina: Can I be really bold and suggest a full body massage?\" he asked rather guardedly.\nTina didn't quite understand until he explained that a full body massage is performed on a naked body and that no part of the body is left out.\n\"Are you suggesting I strip naked in front of you?\" she asked quite disturbed.\n\"Well yes,\" he said quite openly, \"In fact the usual outcome for the receiver of such a massage is orgasms\" he looked her straight in the face.\n\"Don't worry Tina, I'm not asking to have sex with you, but I can give you a massage to relax and satisfy you at the same time\".\nTina was stunned but something clicked inside her as her imagination was working overtime thinking about what he'd suggested.\n\"What do I have to do?\" she asked and Jack smiled as he knew she was going to agree.\n\"Leave it all to me\" he said \"Where do you want to go? Here on the floor or on your bed?\"\n\"I think I would prefer the bed\" she replied and Jack noticed that she was shaking.\n\"Come on then,\" as he took her hand and they went upstairs after first checking that all the doors were locked.\nThe heating was still on as they went into the spare room where there was a single bed and Jack took off his shoes, leaned over the bed and laid the pillows down the centre of the bed.\nTina just stood at the side of he bed shaking slightly as Jack came over to her.\nHe lifted her thin tea-shirt up over her head exposing her white bra which was still unhooked and he slid it off her shoulders exposing her small firm pointed breasts with large nipples.\n\"You've lovely breasts Tina\" he said as he reached down and unzipped the side of her skirt which dropped to the floor. Tina had no tights on and she was just standing in her pants in front of her brother-in-law.\nHis fingers quickly hooked his fingers inside her panties and down they came as she stepped out of them, leaving her standing naked. She kept her legs slightly crossed but Jack could still admire her nakedness as she stood there quite embarrassed but getting very excited and shaking.\nTina always kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed keeping a bikini line; which was ironic as she never really had many chances for a holiday where she could wear a bikini. She was almost too thin with very little spare flesh and her ribs showed, but she was a good healthy colour and Jack was ready to get started on his sister-in-law.\nJack asked her to climb onto the bed and lie on her tummy on top of the pillows. She dutifully climbed on trying to keep her legs closed coyly as Jack was standing behind her at the foot of the bed.\nShe settled down onto the soft material as Jack came up alongside the bed and leaned over her naked back taking hold of her arms and laying them at her side as he started to massage down her spine then up and around her shoulders. He slowly massaged as Tina tried to relax but she knew it would not be long before he touched her private areas.\nJack's hands were all over Tina's naked back as he slowly worked his way down to her bottom and he felt Tina tense slightly. Tina had quite a small bottom and thin legs which left that beautiful triangle between he thighs and pussy and Jack was now starting to work his magic across her buttocks with his fingers getting closer to the inside of her thighs.\nJust for a split second he allowed his hands down in between the triangle as she tensed and shook slightly. He then started down to her feet where he concentrated his efforts. Foot massage is particularly pleasurable but Tina was now slightly let down that he'd not gone between her legs as she could feel how wet she was getting.\nTina had not had these feelings for so long and now she could feel Jack moving slowly back up her legs again. He then moved back to the bottom of the bed, took hold of each of her ankles and pushed them wide apart as he climbed onto the bed between her knees. She could feel his legs keeping hers apart as his hands started caressing the inside of each thigh moving inexorably towards her, now exposed, pussy.\nShe was making little moaning noises as her breath shortened. Jack's hands were now back on her bottom and his thumbs suddenly stroked across her exposed pussy. Tina jerked sharply as the moment he had been building her up for arrived.\nAs he slowly took hold of her pussy lips and eased them apart, Tina let out a little squeal as the sensations gripped her.\nTina's pussy was dripping with her arousal and Jack knew the rest was going to be easy. This woman was ready for coming and he was going to bring her off: --- But not quite yet.\n\"Come on Tina, let's have you on your back\", he said as he stood back.\nTina was moaning slightly as she dutifully rolled over. Jack took her shoulders and manoeuvred her across the bed with her head over the side and tucked two pillows under her back leaving her arched across the bed.\nHe then went around to the other side and knelt at the side with his head between Tina's legs. She didn't need any persuading this time as she opened them for him.\nJack now started massaging her again starting at her shoulders and working his way down her sides before moving back over her breasts. He gently caressed each small breast as he leaned across her naked tummy from between her legs. He gently teased both nipples until they stood up even more than usual which was obviously giving Tina real pleasure as he eyes were tight shut and she was squirming under his expert touch.\nTina was moaning and shaking as Jack left the breast and worked his way across her tummy and hips before he pushed her legs even wider apart. He just looked at her open vagina with the well groomed hair surrounding it, before holding her pussy lips apart again. This time she was going to get it.\nThe sensation of Jack's tongue on Tina's exposed clitoris as she received oral sex properly for the first time in her life was like a bolt of lightning to the prone naked form as something amazing happened to her.\nTina came immediately as his tongue flicked across her swollen sex and the electric shocks of pure pleasure were followed by an ear-piercing scream as Tina had the first real gut wrenching orgasm and certainly the best of her 46 years. She was bucking and screaming as Jack lapped at her pussy and a fine squirt of cum shot over his face as he buried himself deeper inside her open vagina.\nTina's whole body was jerking as she screamed in the exquisite sensations which were ripping through her slight form. Jack took full advantage and pushed two long fingers, palm up, deep inside her sopping wet vagina and started caressing her G spot with slightly hooked fingers as he caressed her clitoris with his other thumb.\nWithout any shadow of doubt, Tina came again less than a minute after the first and, if anything, this was even stronger than before. Even though her tummy was already arched up due to the pillows, her orgasm caused her to rise up off the pillows\nJack fingers worked in and out of her pussy so fast Tina was never going to calm down. Faster and faster he went until he was gasping for breath, but the result was brilliant as orgasm no: 3 was preceded by a fine squirt of spray as the orgasm of all orgasms ripped through the lucky Tina like a giant tidal wave as her body went into an orgasmic spasm.\nTina's head was nearly on the floor as her hands were white gripping the bedclothes and her body just shook like she was having a fit. She was; it was an orgasmic fit.\nJack knew he could do no more as Tina was still twitching in her ecstasy as he pulled his fingers out and stood up to admire his handiwork.\nHe'd only come round on the vague hope of getting to know Tina a bit better and to help her as best he could but he hadn't visualised this even in his wildest dreams.\nHe looked down at the beautiful naked form still gasping in great gulps of air with her legs still wide open and he could not believe how much she had cum. The bed was wet through between her legs and his shirt was wet, his hands were wet and her fluids were still on his face from the first orgasm.\nHe reached over and took Tina waist and pulled her back fully onto the bed as her head was nearly on the floor. She looked up at him with a look which turned him to jelly. Her eyes were bloodshot from her exertions as though she had been crying as she lifted herself unsteadily to a sitting position.\n\"Oh my god, Jack, what have you done?\" she was still shaking, \"I've never felt anything like that before in my life. Where the hell did that come from? I had no idea that I could cum like that.\"\nShe reached out and pulled him to her and kissed him full on the mouth whispering \"thank you, thank you\" over and over again. She gave a little laugh as she removed a little collection of her pubic hair from Jack's face.\n\"Where on earth did you learn how to do that?\" she asked him as he stood up again.\nJack shrugged his shoulders and said quite openly \"I've spent quite a bit of time looking at porn over the years and I've always wanted to experiment but Sarah's always found some reason or other not to even try.\"\nTina looked up at him and asked \"Am I your experiment then?\"\n\"No, No, Sorry but I --------,\" he stammered as Tina interrupted.\n\"Don't worry Jack, I'm not offended; especially if that's how your experiments turn out,\" she was almost purring as the after effects of her exertions were still affecting her. She touched her wet pussy which Jack noticed.\n\"I suspect there's still more to cum yet, do you want to experiment some more?\" as Tina squirmed on the bed.\nHe pulled her up off the bed and pulled the wet bedclothes back and lay on the bed himself, still fully clothed.\n\"Come on Tina climb on and sit on my face so your pussy is on my mouth,\" he encouraged her as she finally knelt on top of him with her open pussy right in his face.\nJack opened her right up again with his fingers and he started licking her prominent clitoris and all around her vagina again, before moving his hands all over her breasts and as much of her naked body he could reach.\nTina gasped again as those familiar feeling started to return as he caressed her breasts.\n\"Move your hips Tina, masturbate yourself on my tongue,\" as she slowly ground her pussy onto his mouth.\nShe was in ecstasy again as her orgasm was building and building until it exploded for a fourth time in less than 20 minutes.\nJack was nearly choking as she came all over him but he kept licking. She was crying out \"Oh god yes, yes oh my God yes!\" before she slowly started to calm down again and the pent up feelings were ebbing away.\nShe climbed off Jack and fell back on the bed. This was one very satisfied and spent woman and Jack was quite rightly proud of himself. Jack leaned over to kiss her and she could taste her own cum all over Jack's mouth and he had even more pubic hair on his face. His hand was slowly caressing her pussy but there was no response and he knew he'd done his bit.\nJack got up and looked back at the prone naked figure of his sister-in-law still breathing hard after her latest exertion and he looked the wet patches on his shirt.\n\"The next time you'd like a chat about anything or need a massage, just let me know darling,\" as she smiled up at him nodding. He started unbuttoning his shirt. \"I think I'll pop this under the tap for a second so it doesn't dry on. It might take a little explaining to Sarah why I've got your cum on my shirt!\"\nJack reached the bathroom and was sponging off the worst of the wet patches when he felt a presence behind him as Tina joined him. She was still naked and opened the shower and stepped in. \"Why don't you join me? I'd love to return the compliment and make you cum as well sweetheart,\" she beckoned him but Jack knew that this was the step he had avoided.\n\"It's not that I'm not flattered or don't fancy it but I've got an ongoing problem getting an erection and I'd hate to disappoint you or get myself all frustrated, so perhaps we'll think of something else,\" he really did fancy what was on offer but he knew what it meant to be let down by his manhood.\n\"I might have just the solution in my room. Hang on there a sec,\" as she stepped out of the shower and went to her room.\nJack had finished cleaning his shirt when she came back with a little blue plastic and foil pack with two diamond shaped blue tablets sealed inside.\nJack suddenly realised what she had brought. Viagra.\n\"Have you not tried them before? They're very good for getting erections especially with your problem? Paul got hold of these from the doctors when he thought it would enhance his performance,\" she was looking rather cynical when she mentioned him. \"It worked in getting him erect very quickly but all that happened was he came that fast that he got little out of it and, quite frankly, I didn't really care as he never thought of me or my needs at all.\" She spat the words out with some venom.\n\"Go on Jack, try one; you've got nothing to lose and everything to gain,\" as she rubbed her hand across his trouser front squeezing his dick under his trousers.\nJack, naturally, was quite turned on anyway after the events in the bedroom and her touch did start some movement, so he took one of the tablets.\n\"Let's get your clothes off Jack and then you can join me for a shower,\" Tina ordered, and Jack agreed.\nHe stood there as she undid his belt and trousers, unzipped him and started pulling his trousers down. He lifted each leg in turn leaving him in just his socks and pants. Jack could feel it and the slight bulge in his pants was noticeable to him if not Tina who was pulling his socks off, nearly causing him to fall over.\nAs mentioned earlier Jack has a weight problem with a biggish belly and extra folds around his groin.\nTina didn't care about his looks as she wanted to reward him for what he had done to her and she quickly pulled his pants down and off.\nJack's penis was not particularly big but not too small either, measuring just 6 inches long when erect, which it was not at that moment. He'd been circumcised when he was a baby, for medical rather than religious reasons, and Jack had always wondered if that might have been part of his problem.\nAlthough he would never say it; Sarah was the problem as she'd piled the weight on and Jack did not like fat women and this definitely turned him off and the erectile dysfunction was a natural consequence. \nTina took the Jack's manhood in both hands and started caressing his balls and pulling gently and there was no doubt that something was happening as his erection was now growing albeit rather slowly.\nTina stopped and she took Jack's hand and they both went into the shower. The water was really warm and her close presence, her two handed stroking and the Viagra were having the required effect as it grew bigger by the second.\nJack's ego was given a real fillip when Tina announced \"It's bigger already than Paul's at its best,\" which is always guaranteed to give any man a boost.\nThe Viagra was now having an effect on Jack as well as his dick, as he was feeling flushed and it was not the heat of the water either. It was as if this was the trigger as his dick suddenly started that old pumping as the blood flowed through it and his full erection was almost there.\nTina could feel the hardness in her fingers and she stroked his balls lightly with her nails whilst wrapping her other hand around his now-nearly rigid erection. Jack was in another world as no woman had ever made him feel this good as his erection twitched and pumped with life for the first time in years.\nTina's shower was a powered type and she reached up and unhooked the showerhead and turned it onto the finest powered spray she could and started moving the fine jets over Jack's rigid penis and his balls.\nIt was Jack's turn to be in ecstasy now as his manhood had never enjoyed anything like this, then Tina made his day complete when she whispered in his ear:\n\"I've always refused to even try to do this but, just for you darling, would you like me to have a go at a blow job?\" Jack could not believe it.\nAfter all these years hoping and looking at thousands of videos of men getting it, not only was it now going to happen to him but with his sister-in-law.\nTina took as much of him in her mouth as she could before gagging slightly then she closed her lips around his erection and commenced to perform her first and his first oral masturbation.\nTina proved to be very good at it, which surprised her a bit, and Jack's orgasm did not take very long at all as he was so worked up and he shouted \"God yes I'm coming,\" as Tina her head lifted of him and wanked him for all she was worth until the first huge spurt of his hot cum hit her full in the face.\nJack was jerking almost uncontrollably as he came and Tina made up her mind to do something she swore she would never do, and she took him back in her mouth and carried on with the blow job.\nJack was nearly collapsing now as Tina's tongue and lips were caressing his engorged helmet which was almost agony as this was the most sensitive area for a man when he's cum.\nTina was quite surprised at her brazenness and she actually thought his cum tasted quite reasonable if a little bit salty. She owed this to this man who had brought her out of her depression and given her life again.\nShe lifted off him as the erection finally started to fade. She stretched up and kissed him, so now he had to taste his own cum from her lips and mouth as they kissed passionately.\nThe shower seemed to be running with his cum and as Jack stepped wearily out of the cubicle Tina washed his fluids away.\nAfter dressing and having a coffee downstairs, Jack put on his coat and gave Tina one last long kiss and they promised to do this again as soon as possible and as Jack said just as he left.\n\"We must experiment more, and often Tina, our motto must be\nNEVER GIVE UP – IT'S NEVER TOO LATE.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"In the dimly lit bedroom, you wake up to find your partner lying next to you, their hand slowly stroking your throbbing erection under the sheet. As you pretend to be asleep, they continue their tantalizing touch, skillfully bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body involuntarily responds with subtle movements and moans of pleasure. Suddenly, they slide down beneath the sheet and take your pulsing cock into their warm mouth, expertly pleasuring you with gentle licks and deep sucks. Meanwhile, they tease themselves by rubbing circles around their clit and occasionally sliding a finger into their wet pussy. The scent of their arousal fills the air as they taste themselves on your hard length. Can they make you cum while still pretending that you're asleep? Explore this thrilling game of secret pleasure in a steamy erotic encounter between lovers who can't resist pushing boundaries.\"\n\nTags: oral sex, mutual masturbation, teasing, exhibitionism/voyeurism" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I open my eyes to see you lying in the bed next to me, and memories of our fantastic sex last night flood my mind, making me smile. I close my eyes again, remembering the feel of you pressing me down into the mattress with your body, your hard cock driving in and out of my wet pussy, your breath hard in my ear. My body warms as I remember wrapping my arms and legs around you, squeezing you tightly as my orgasm tears through me.\nI smile and look at you again. In the dim light I can see you're still asleep. Under the sheet that lies over our naked bodies I can see the outline of your arms and legs and...hold on. Is that...yes! I can see your dick tenting the sheet slightly. Apparently you're hard as a rock! I wonder if you're dreaming about last night, and that gives me an idea. I'll bet I can have some fun here...if I'm quiet.\nWith another glance at your face to be sure you're still sleeping, I slowly move one hand under the sheet and lightly take hold of your thick erection. You shift slightly, but your eyes remain closed. Not daring to breathe, I slide my fingertips along your length. Again, nothing to indicate you're awake or aware of what I'm doing. Excellent. Moving very slowly, I take you in my hand and stroke up and down your length, watching for any sign you're waking up. Still nothing.\nWith a smile, I slide down beneath the sheet, moving until your cock is at eye level. I feel a rush of excitement at what I'm going to try. I carefully grip the base of your cock and lift it slightly, then slowly lower my mouth to kiss the head gently. You shift slightly again and I freeze; but when you don't move any more I continue.\nI lick slowly around the head of your cock while my hand gently squeezes your shaft. After a few seconds I take your cock into my mouth. I slowly, gently, slide my lips up and down your shaft, stroking the underside of your cock with my tongue. Your delicious hardness fills my mouth, making my pussy warm. With my head under the sheet like this I can't tell if your eyes are open; but I think you must still be asleep, otherwise you would have reacted to this. _Don't wake up_ , I will you with my thoughts.\nI continue to suck your cock, stroking you gently with my hand. After a few minutes I do feel you move: your hips gently push your cock forward. I freeze, my mouth still full of you, waiting for you to say something; but you continue to breathe softly, regularly. I decide it's just your body responding unconsciously to what I'm doing. I continue with my clandestine blow job.\nI can smell and taste my pussy on you, which I find incredibly erotic. Can I make you cum, I wonder? The thought of making you cum in my mouth while you're asleep sends a lightning bolt into my pussy, and my free hand slides down to rub soft circles around my clit. I have to choke back a moan when I touch myself—I definitely don't want you waking up yet!\nWhile one hand teases my clit and occasionally slides a finger into my pussy, my other hand moves from your shaft to fondle your balls. Meanwhile my mouth keeps sliding up and down your cock. With my eyes closed, I think back to last night. We'd gone to see a movie, and at one point while we were sitting there you decided to be a bit naughty. In the middle of the packed theater, with everyone's attention on the screen, you casually spread your jacket over my lap. Using it for cover, you unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down, then slid your hand into my panties.\nI inched forward in my seat and spread my legs as wide as I dared to give you better access. You stroked your fingers along my landing strip a few times as a prelude, making me wet with anticipation. When you finally grazed my clit for the first time, I gripped the armrests of my seat, closed my eyes, and inhaled sharply. My nipples tightened to rock-hard points, and I wanted to reach up and grab them through my shirt, twisting them and imagining your mouth sucking on them; but that would have been a dead giveaway. Instead I had to endure the agony of denied stimulation.\nYou teased me for what felt like forever, stroking my clit, running your fingers up and down along my lips, and sliding and twisting them into my pussy. My breathing got faster and I tried hard not to react too visibly, not wanting the people sitting around us to know what was going on. You expertly stroked and teased my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to the edge and then backing away entirely and waiting until my body would come down from the high.\nYou slowly built me to a mind-bending orgasm. It was exciting and frustrating at the same time, and it took all I had to keep myself from grabbing your wrist and holding your hand in place so I could grind against it and get myself off. When you finally let me cum, my entire body stiffened and I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut, practically biting through my lip to keep from crying out in passion as one of the strongest orgasms of my life ripped through me. After I finished, you gently withdrew your hand from my panties and slowly licked my cum off your fingers.\nAfter the movie, I couldn't wait to get you back here for some incredible, sheet-scorching sex. We fucked for hours, moving from missionary to cowgirl to doggy. At one point you pinned my arms above my head while you drove your cock into me. Later, while I was on top, I slowly twisted around on your dick like a top. Then, when you were behind me, you reached forward and squeezed my tits while I reached back to stroke your abs with one hand. You even picked me up and held me up against the wall while you pounded into me. At some point I lost count of the number of orgasms you'd brought me to, and I may even have passed out briefly.\nRubbing my clit and remembering our night of seemingly endless passion while I suck your cock again this morning, I soon bring myself to another orgasm. I whimper quietly around your erection as I cum.\nYou shift and moan slightly as I continue sucking and stroking your cock. I'm almost certain you're awake now, even though you haven't said anything to me. But I can also taste your precum, so I know I'm close to getting you off. I start to stroke you faster. I want you to cum in my mouth.\nYour body shifts under me and I feel you put a hand on my head. Yep, you're definitely awake. Oh, well. Actually, it's easier: now that I know you're awake I don't have to be subtle and quiet any more. I moan enthusiastically around your cock and bob my head up and down as furiously as I can under the sheet. My hand slides up and down your shaft in time with my lips, spreading my saliva all over your cock.\nI can hear your breaths getting shorter. Your hand tightens to a fist in my hair as your cock swells in my mouth. I suck as hard as I can. You cum with a low growl. As your cock throbs and pulses, my mouth fills with your seed. I reach down to squeeze your balls, milking you of every drop of cum. I swallow around your cock, enjoying the taste and feel of your cum sliding down my throat. I take your cock out of my mouth and lick it clean. You shudder and twitch as my tongue teases your head. You throw the sheet back to look down at me. I smile up at you and give your cock a quick kiss. \"Good morning,\" I say playfully. \"How'd you sleep?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the dual nature of Alice Tremaine's sexuality and professional life in a steamy encounter with Julius Frobisher. Begin by describing the tension between Alice's role as a successful lawyer and her insatiable sexual appetite, highlighting her need for submission and rough play. Include details about Alice's provocative attire, emphasizing her willingness to embrace her slutty persona.\n\nIn this scene, set in Julius' apartment, start by portraying their reunion after a month apart. As they stand together, drenched from the rain, capture the electric chemistry between them that transcends their physical appearances. Highlight Julius' fascination with Alice's animal magnetism that makes him feel weak yet powerful in her presence.\n\nAs they enter the apartment, Julius takes control and blindfolds Alice, heightening her vulnerability and intensifying their sensual experience. Describe his dominant actions as he undresses her slowly, savoring every inch of her body with his hands and mouth. Emphasize his preference for smaller breasts and how he relishes in manipulating them to elicit pleasurable responses from Alice.\n\nTransition into an intense oral scene where Julius explores every crevice of Alice's body while she remains bound before him. Illustrate his admiration for her trimmed pubic hair and describe how he skillfully brings her to orgasm using both his fingers and tongue.\n\nAfterwards, release Alice from her restraints only to bind one wrist again with a stocking tied to the bed rails. Depict Julius taking full advantage of this vulnerable position as he penetrates Alice forcefully from behind. Capture their mutual pleasure as they build towards climax together - highlight the contrast between his powerful thrusts and the uncontrollable spasms wracking through Alice's body.\n\nConclude by fast-forwarding to a week later when Julius encounters Alice at work alongside Stella Pimm. Reveal that Stella is unaware of their previous encounters but hints at future interactions between all three characters within the legal profession. Suggest the potential for a steamy threesome or power dynamic between Julius, Alice, and Stella.\n\nTags: BDSM, dominance/submission, blindfolding, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, workplace romance" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Julius decided to leave the reception. It was one of those charity dinners and a fellow barrister in chambers had persuaded him to contribute. The meal had been rather better than was usual at these functions and the wine had assisted the conversation, but nearly everyone seemed to be a couple or at least had a woman companion and being on his own meant that he stood out a bit. These black-tie events were usually OK for an hour or so once the dinner and the speeches had finished, but after he'd spoken to the people he knew, and exchanged all the usual pleasantries with some he didn't, boredom quickly set in.\nJulius got his coat from the pretty girl at the cloakroom and got a smile and an interested look. Although nearing fifty, he still got glances from young women and that made him feel good; it would make any man feel good. As he pulled on his coat and crossed the hotel lobby towards the entrance he could see that it was still raining. Not heavily, but he didn't fancy walking back to his apartment building.\nHe stepped into the covered porch and signalled to the doorman to call one of the waiting cabs. He got in, gave the cab driver his address, sat back and contemplated the rather empty evening that stretched ahead. The prospect was dreary, and like most single men on their own in that situation he thoughts drifted towards sex, and the drift resolved itself with a thought. The thought had a name, and the name was Alice. Julius leaned forward to the driver and told him that he wanted to make a brief detour.\nThis was a detour that Julius had made once before, with rewarding results, and he hoped that that, with luck, she might be there. The cab quickly made its way though the dark streets and soon arrived in the rather run-down part of town that he'd requested. Julius looked out through the rain-spattered cab window for the alley where he'd found Alice before and got the cab to stop opposite. After a few seconds the slight figure of a young woman stepped out of the alley where she had been sheltering and peered towards the cab's occupant. Julius opened the door and beckoned. Alice recognised him at once. She tottered towards the open door on her three-inch heels and swung down on the seat next to him, slamming the door behind her.\nJulius indicated to the driver that the detour was over, then turned and looked towards his young companion. He hadn't seen her for more than a month, but her presence had exactly the same effect on him as on the previous occasion.\nShe sat quite stiffly looking towards him, her eyes wide and expectant as if hoping for approval. Her hair was flattened and wet from the rain; wisps hang from her temples and stuck to her cheeks. Her unbuttoned thin coat hung damply from her shoulders. Alice was small boned and slender, almost thin, and looked not much older than nineteen or twenty.\nIt would be easy to conclude that the reason why Julius found her attractive was because of the way she was dressed. Alice's clothes made her look like a slut, and that word was printed on the front of her t-shirt, brazenly confirming her acceptance of the role. The t-shirt was cropped, revealing a naked waist and visible navel. Below was a low-cut denim skirt, so short that it was little more than a wide band. The hem had been attacked with scissors leaving trails of grubby white cotton threads that hung down untidily. So short was this apology for a skirt that, as she sat, it failed to cover the inch or two of white thigh displayed above the lacy, black stocking tops. Of course this calculated degree of exposed flesh, and the juvenile display of overt sexuality, was intended to arouse, but there was something else about her that went beyond its tawdriness.\nIt's hard to explain the nature of attraction between people, particularly the nature of sexual attraction. Although she had been next to him for only a few moments Julius was reminded that something about this young woman was unique. He had often been in the presence of desirable and scantily dressed women, but this was different. There was something about Alice's animal magnetism that almost made the provocative clothing redundant.\n\"It's good to see you again\", said Julius, \"how have you been?\"\nAlice turned sharply towards him, seeming startled, as if not expecting the question.\n\"I've been fine, thank you\". She didn't look away but held his look as if daring him to respond. There was something of a rebuke in the way she had answered him, as if this formal exchange had broken a rule.\nJulius recalled that a similar exchange had occurred on the previous occasion. Alice preferred not to talk. This casual pick-up was to do with having and enjoying sex. It was about what you did, not what you said. The other thing Julius recalled was that Alice had an elegant voice and part of her attraction was that her voice belied her appearance: Alice's background was clearly educated middle class.\nIf there is a puzzle in this, we need to know more about Alice to solve it.\nThere were two very distinct sides to Alice Tremaine. One of these was on display there in the cab; this was Alice-the-slut prepared for a sexual adventure with an older man. The other Alice was a smart, talented university law graduate who had recently started work with a long-established firm of solicitors.\nThe truth was that she was both these people and, for reasons she really couldn't control, needed to be. Alice was a sex addict. She had come to realise this very soon after reaching puberty. She needed regular sex with strangers and often with multiple partners and assumed that this related to some psychological fuck-up related to her childhood. But whatever the reason, the reality was that her very high sex drive compelled her to want sex with just about every really attractive man she met. Most were very willing. Her encounters were usually one-night stands and she didn't want to know the men she had sex with, she just wanted them to fuck her in as many ways as possible. If that labelled her a slut, she wore that label proudly.\nOf course she knew she was leading a double life and that the two had to be kept very separate, but Alice-the-slut didn't have a choice, sex was a drug she thrived on and she revelled in dressing the part. The other Alice was a stranger to the first; a woman with a double first in law at Cambridge and a piano scholarship offered by the Guildhall School of music. This latter she'd turned down with some regret, choosing law instead, but she was well regarded and considered certain to reach the top of her chosen profession. Alice's addiction to sex was one thing and her career quite another. She was confident she could, with care, manage and enjoy the rewards of both.\nThe other thing to say about Alice is that her much preferred sexual role was one of compliance, Alice was a submissive, she liked to be used and dominated. Very recently she had spent an entire weekend with a man in an expensive hotel bedroom on Park Lane where, thanks to room service, she was able to remain naked and available from the moment she arrived to the moment she left. It had been quite a weekend.\nThe cab arrived outside Julius's apartment block and Alice waited until Julius paid the driver before following him into the lobby. The duty concierge greeted Julius, calling him \"Sir\" and then after a slight pause, adding \"Madam\" to Alice. All three of them rather delighting in the irony of the need to maintain the formalities of civilised behaviour, even though a wealthy barrister in black tie, accompanying a self-proclaimed slut to his lodging was very definitely about something else.\nDuring the elevator ride Julius started to become excited. He remembered the previous occasion that the two of them had made this journey and how turned-on he had become realising that Alice liked to be dominated, wanted it rough, would do and submit to anything. He also recalled her tension then and it was equally evident now.\nOnce in his apartment Julius switched on the low lighting, put his coat on a nearby chair and told her to do the same. She complied and stood, uncertain whether she should move into the room or wait. Julius took off his jacket and undid his tie. For some seconds they just looked at each other. Julius beckoned her to come and stand in front of him. She stepped forward, slightly trembling with anticipation. This situation was familiar; yet again she was about to place herself totally into someone else's control; delight in whatever excesses she might be put through and the pleasure she would have, wallowing in the decadence of it. The excitement always came from not knowing what would happen next.\nJulius walked round touching her shoulder. He felt her slight, involuntary quiver as he did so. This was the first contact. Standing close behind her, he brushed her shoulder-length hair to one side revealing her slender neck with only a few strands of hair remaining. Julius wondered at its slender vulnerability. He brought his lips to the place and nuzzled and kissed it gently. Alice dropped her head forward, loving the feel of a man's mouth on her skin. She shivered. His body was pressed up against her and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her buttocks. He was so turned-on, and she was the reason, the whole reason. He wanted her, and she wanted him, to be taken, penetrated, and used.\nMoving round to face her again, Julius grasped the ragged hem of her T-shirt and lifted it. Like a young child familiar with being undressed, Alice instinctively lifted her arms so that he could pull it over her head. She wore no bra.\nA young woman's breasts are always beautiful. Julius allowed himself the pleasure of looking and touching without restraint. They were full but smaller than average; Julius liked that, in fact he preferred it, he had something of an aversion to big-breasted women. As his fingers rubbed the bright pink nipples they seemed to reach out towards his touch. Julius watched her face, enjoying the subtle changes of expression reflected there as his hands and fingers delighted in the firm softness of her flesh. Her lips were moist and lightly parted and Julius wanted to kiss them. His hands left her breasts and, as he brought his mouth towards hers, he grasped and squeezed her naked waist, pulling her to him. The contact was electric. Alice responded at first delicately, just making her lips and mouth available, enjoying the pleasure of his firm taking, then giving him her tongue and open mouth completely.\nJulius next turned his attention to her mini skirt. The zip and clasp were easily undone and it quickly fell to her feet. He helped her step out of the denim band and let his eyes dwell on her shapely legs. For the first time Julius noticed that the black nylon was snagged and laddered on both. There was a tear beneath the kneecap on the left with ladders running almost to the lace tops. He momentarily kissed the skin where it shone through the gash, at the same time letting his hand run up the smooth back of her leg to her thigh. He liked the snags and tears. He liked the deliberate slutty carelessness of them, Stockings like these, indeed stockings at all, were all part of female allure, a means of separating legs from white thighs, of marking the contrast, emphasising and fetishising both.\nJulius stood and crossed to his desk. From a drawer he took a blindfold.\nAlthough he was behind her, Alice heard the drawer open and close and half- knew what to expect. Nonetheless the suddenness with which it covered her eyes was still a shock. He tightened the band that held it in place. For Alice, the moment was thrilling. Being deprived of her sense of sight made her feel totally vulnerable but it would heighten her other senses for what would follow.\nJulius knelt in front of her. The absence of her skirt now revealed a cheap, pink G-string with the word \"Kitten\" machine-embroidered on the front in white. Julius noted the darkening of the fabric between her legs caused by the wetness seeping from her vagina. He slipped his fingers deftly into the waistband of her knickers and slowly, very slowly, lowered them to her knees. The slowness was needed because it delayed the thrill that would run through him when he revealed the glory that was her pudenda. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, exposing the cleft. He let his finger run lightly down its length then brought the tip of his tongue to it. He could smell the sweetness of her vaginal juices as his tongue followed the path of his finger and found its mark, pushing between the soft lips that guarded the opening. Julius felt her skin quiver.\nNeeding to develop what was becoming a fascinating scenario, Julius pulled Alice's knickers to the ground and, as she lifted her feet to step out of them, removed each of her shoes, tossing them aside. He then removed her stockings, roughly grabbed her wrists, and bound them with the black nylon behind her back. Alice was now stripped naked, blindfolded and bound. And she loved it.\nJulius then told her to kneel, His cock had been bursting to emerge from his pants for what felt like hours. Its moment had now come. Julius unzipped his fly and brought his rigid member into the light. He stood in front of Alice and brushed the swollen head of his cock over her face teasingly. Because she couldn't see or touch it, all she could do was try to find it with her open mouth, wanting to taste it, wanting it to fill her. Relenting, Julius watched her lips close on it greedily. She started to suck, but Julius wanted something rougher. Holding the base of his cock with one hand and gripping the hair on top of Alice's head with the other, he began to fuck her face; gently at first, and then more forcibly.\nFor Alice this was masochistic heaven: gagging, as his cock hit the back of her throat, the struggle to breath, the snot, the vomit, the giddiness, the tears, the feeling of excitement she felt as he reached his peak, her lips clamped round his swollen cock and his cum spurting into her so that she choked and gagged at the same time. She would tell you that the agony was worth it, an ecstasy of submissive desire. For Alice the cum-slut, this was where she lived.\nJulius grabbed her tied wrists, dragged her into the bedroom backwards and threw her face down onto the bed. He stood, looking at her naked back, her wrists bound behind her, arse in the air, face down. He wondered again why he took so much pleasure in dominating this beautiful young woman. It was because her need licensed it, making it something they shared. If he had become her master, she had also become his; her craven submissiveness insisting that he serve it.\nJulius removed his clothes calmly, all the time looking at her bound and naked figure spread before him. He was overcome with a desire to violate this slight, vulnerable woman with all his senses. He roughly parted her legs and pulled her up so that she knelt, giving him full access to every curve and every cleft. His fingers, mouth and tongue probed and explored every exposed part of her in an orgy of carnal excess. He felt her respond, her body extending into his touch, welcoming every stroke, every intrusion, every eager grasp.\nHer wanton compliance produced in Julius a feeling he'd not had before. A sudden urge to punish her for the helplessness he felt when confronting her irresistible sexual power over him. He really wanted to spank her, but at the same time he realise that the act would only confirm his weakness and give her pleasure. He did it anyway, holding her fast and beating the cheeks of arse with the flat of his hand until it was sore. She succumbed; cried from the pain, but loved it.\nExhausted but replete, Julius now turned her onto her back. He unfastened one of her wrists, tied one to the second stocking and fastened both wrists to the bed rails. Now, with her still blindfolded and bound, he again had unrestricted access to do to her body whatever he wished.\nHer arms, now held above her head, pushed her tits up, making them more prominent. Julius decided to start there, forcibly squeezing their pliant softness, tugging and sucking on the hardened nipples. She moaned with pleasure\nHe moved down, marvelling at the flatness of the flesh between her softly protruding hips. He let his mouth savour the taste of her skin there with its downy coating of fine blonde hair. Then he straddled her and put his hard cock there, rubbing it over the silky surface, his balls resting on her pubic hair. A small flow of pre-cum to oozed from his cock. He wiped it away with his finger and put it in Alice's mouth. She sucked on it eagerly.\nLike Goya's Naked Maja, Alice lay with her legs closed. Julius leant forward and brushed the fine pubic hair with his mouth, his tongue probing into the sweet pudendal cleft. This caused Alice to part her legs slightly, and Julius assisted, bending her legs up and spreading them wide. He gazed at the glory that was revealed; the high, round pudendal mound, the puffy outer cunt lips with the inner lips peeking through, the groin hollows moistened with sweat and the silky flesh of her inner thighs. Slipping his hands beneath her buttocks and lifting her into his face, he gorged on it all, the wet nectar that flowed there coating his face as he revelled in its taste and smell.\nFor Alice, this extended foreplay was sheer delight. Rendered helpless, the sole object of a beautiful man's obsessive attention; she thrilled to his rude taking of her; his frantic mouth and tongue seeking and filling her every orifice.\nWhat Julius wanted now more than anything was to make Alice cum. He began to finger fuck her, first with one finger then adding more gradually. He heard the gasp as he reached four. Reaching upwards he found the G-spot. She responded with a shrill cry of pleasure. He started to increase the pace, sliding out slow then pushing in full and hard. With his left hand he opened her cunt lips next to his delving fingers, revealing her engorged clit peeking from its pink hood. He gently rubbed each side of the hood, slowly increasing the speed. He could feel and hear from her cries and gasps that her orgasm was building. Without slowing his fingers, he brought his tongue to the clit bud, licking it round and round with the tip, his fingers in her cunt digging deeper, harder and faster. Her cries became louder, lasted longer. Bracing her legs, she pushed her pelvis up into his hand, wanting it deeper, seeking to meet the violence of his thrusts.\nWhen the climax hit, she screamed. Ecstasy swamped her entire lower body, flooded down her legs and caused her feet to tense and flex. Her hands, strapped to the bed-head, did the same. Alice shuddered with the force of it. She sobbed loudly with the release. Tears poured down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold.\nJulius lifted it from her eyes, resting it on to a forehead wet with sweat. Alice's body slowly relaxed. As he looked into her streaming eyes the sobs lessened, became gasps. Streaks of wet mascara smeared her cheeks. Julius kissed them gently, brushing the tears away with his lips. She smiled back at him. They kissed. Lips, mouth, tongue swamping each other.\nAlice soon wanted more. Having his cock in her mouth and his fingers deep in her cunt had been great, but she now wanted his cock deep inside her, she wanted to feel him there when he came. Julius untied her hands and she reached down between his legs and grasped it, hard, engorged and ready. Julius rolled her over front down again and lifted her. Now she could kneel more easily, her arms resting on the bed, her arse lifted and proffered.\nOnce again this submissive, lustful posture set his pulse racing. Again, he worshipped before it, grasping her slender waist, stroking his hands over her hips and buttocks, bringing his mouth to the white flesh, feeling the dampness and salt taste of her sweat on his tongue. Once again he spread her arse cheeks, and rimmed the dark opening, feeling her respond. He felt round and let his fingers invade the slippery, wet folds of her cunt again, feeling for her clit. Knowing that it would still be sensitive from his previous frigging, he spread cunt juice liberally, making it slimy. Her soft moans told him it was working. \nJulius's cock was now throbbing in anticipation. He held it briefly at the lips between her legs and pushed in just the head, teasing the opening. She pushed back to met it and he slid smoothly and easily into her waiting cunt, but slowly, he wanted to hear her gasp as he filled her. It was a long, low gasp of longing rewarded.\nFor Alice, penetration was completeness. It was what she constantly craved. It was this that fulfilled her like nothing else. It was this that sent her night after night on a mission; to find a beautiful man with a beautiful cock who would plunder her young pliant body, use and abuse her every orifice in a wild, wallowing of unrestrained lust and finally fuck her hard with desperate abandon; making her cum with endless, overlapping orgasms that drove her entire body into shuddering collapse. Alice's craving was about to be rewarded.\nJulius began thrusting slowly, revelling in the sensation of Alice's tight little cunt enveloping his whole length each time he filled her. Every time he was rewarded with a little surprised \"Oh\", carried on a sharp exhalation of breath.\nAs the pace of his thrusting gradually increased, he adjusted the rhythm so that the push in was fast and the pull back slow, driving her cunt with his hardness and gradually increasing speed. His fingers doubled the pace on her clit, faster and faster. Alice's pleasure in this was evident from the delighted cries as each thrust drove home.\nMost fucks are good fucks but, for Julius, this fuck, the climax to all the delights that had preceded it, was a glorious fuck. This ultimate coupling, this conjoining of cock and cunt, bathed with soft wetness and ablaze with a million nerve endings, now swamped both their bodies as their mutual lust built to it's mind-shattering climax. Both were bathed in sweat, its sticky wetness smacking the air as flesh met flesh and ecstatic gasps and cries grew in pitch and intensity.\nAlice's giant orgasm burst only seconds before Julius's cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum flooded her swollen cunt. Alice's whole body shuddered with orgasmic palsy, her wrists and ankles flexing and clenching as the nerves responded to the sudden flood of endorphins. As their climax subsided, Julius continued to thrust, emptying himself, making the last throbbing pulses shoot the last drops of cum into Alice's warm depths.\nJulius withdrew his wilting cock and a small stream of semen followed, leaking on to the bed sheet. Alice, exhausted, slumped onto her stomach. Julius leant forward and planted a soft kiss, a fond farewell, on each of the exquisite white buttocks displayed before him.\nA week or so later Julius Frobisher QC, accompanied by Stella Pimm, his attractive young junior, was to be found wigged and gowned in a Law Courts corridor. He had stopped briefly to speak with a fellow barrister when suddenly he noticed his colleague's attention had shifted to someone who was approaching from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder, and was met by the sight of an attractive young woman walking briskly towards them and greeting his companion with a warm smile.\n\"Alice\", called his companion, \"how lovely to see you.\"\n\"Jonathan, I had a feeling I might find you here\" said Alice\nJulius, shocked, looked again. The voice was unmistakable. This well-spoken, smartly dressed woman was quite clearly the same Alice that he'd had magnificent sex with only a week or so before. But it was incredible. That Alice couldn't be this Alice, she was a different person altogether.\n\"Julius - may I introduce you to Alice Tremaine? She's recently joined Ogilvy Goodman, so I expect you'll be seeing quite a lot of each other from now on.\"\nAlice smiled, offering her hand to Julius. \"I certainly hope we shall\", she said, \"I'm very pleased to meet you\"." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: Explore the passionate and intimate journey of a woman named Emily as she embarks on a secret rendezvous with her lover, Michael. Set in a luxurious hotel room, their love blossoms further as they indulge in sensual exploration and playful teasing. Craft a scene where Emily models an array of seductive lingerie for Michael, each outfit igniting their desire for one another. Begin with Emily wearing a stunning blue silk gown that accentuates her curves, then move on to a cream silk slip that leaves little to the imagination. Transition into rose-colored tap panties and a camisole top that showcases her tanned skin before unveiling delicate baby doll jammies in pale yellow. Finally, have Emily don an enticing red teddy that drives both her and Michael wild with anticipation.\n\nAs they dance together, their bodies entwined, let them succumb to their desires. Allow Michael's hands to explore every inch of Emily's body as they share passionate kisses and tender caresses. Build up the sexual tension by having him tease her relentlessly but deny her release until they are finally alone in each other's arms.\n\nIncorporate elements from the story such as the beautiful dressing room with its mirror positioned perfectly to capture every angle, the soft music playing in the background creating an alluring ambiance, and even include props like vanilla-scented candles adding to the sensory experience.\n\nTags: erotic romance, lingerie modeling, teasing and denial, sensual exploration, passionate dancing" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the days passed, I fell more in love with Michael. My world revolved around him and I wondered how I had ever existed without him. On the days we couldn't meet, we would talk endlessly on the phone or chat online, sometimes even chatting while we talked. I didn't think I could ever get enough of him. I considered myself the luckiest woman alive. Michael continued to teach me and allow me to grow. We talked of anything that entered our minds, he was never judgmental or shocked. I could share all my innermost desires with him and know it would be accepted lovingly.\nMichael had to make a business trip and I began missing him as soon as he told me about it. He suggested that perhaps I could get away and join him, if only for a few days. The possibility thrilled me. Spending whole nights with my lover, not having to worry about being overheard or seen by someone. I carefully checked schedules and found a way I could spend several days in the other city. I casually started mentioning a conference in that city and commenting on how interesting the topic was. I said that several of my associates were attending and that it would be invaluable information for my job. Jim accepted the idea of the trip easily. I guess I was expecting suspicion or at least some questions. It can't be this easy to go off with a lover, and yet it was.\nOn the appointed day, Jim drove me to the airport. He was in a great mood, very generous. He bought me magazines for the trip and reminded me to call home whenever I liked. My mom had offered to take the kids, so Jim was pretty much free to do as he pleased. On the plane, I tried to read, but all I could think of was meeting Michael at the airport and riding back to our room....OUR ROOM! Jim had been so unconcerned about this trip that he had not even asked about my hotel. I sat in my plane seat, fantasizing about my upcoming adventure and wondering what Michael had in store for me. I liked the idea that we would be together for several days, spending realtime doing normal things, such as eating and shopping. The best part was the idea of returning each evening to our room and spending a whole night wrapped in each other's arms.\nThe flight finally ended and we were released into the sunny airport. There was Michael, so handsome that I nearly lost my breath. He strode toward me, confident and smiling, taking me in his arms and holding me close. Another thing I liked about him was the way I felt totally wrapped in his being, so tiny and special. He kissed me hello and took my hand while we collected my bags and went to his car. I sat beside him, out in the daylight, not worrying about being seen by anyone. It was heady. We went to lunch and enjoyed teasing each other throughout the meal, our fingers and hands quite busy under the tablecloth. Michael brought me to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, always stopping short of letting me come. I could feel his erection pressing hard against his slacks throughout the meal. In fact, we had to have dessert to allow him time to \"relax\" before leaving.\nI loved it, all of it, the teasing, the excitement, even the lack of release, because I knew we would eventually be going to our own private room and be together in our own bed. Next, Michael took me shopping. He had done his homework on this town. This store was called DALLIANCE and was discreetly tucked away in a little shopping center. We pulled into the parking lot, approached the store and entered. It was filled with displays of the most beautiful clothes. The colors ranged from the palest pinks to vibrant reds. I walked around, gathering garments, selecting items for their colors, beauty, and appeal.\nMy arms were full. A saleslady approached and introduced herself as Carolyn. She offered to show me to the dressing room, then turned to Michael and told him that he was welcomed to join me. Carolyn opened the door and we entered the most beautiful room I had ever seen.\nBeautiful wallpaper, soft music, a mirror that could be positioned to catch anyplace in the room, a deep comfy chair with a footstool, a long double chaise with many pillows, even a small fridge. In the corner, there was a large screen for me to change behind. Carloyn smiled at my amazement and helped me take my selections behind the screen.\nShe handed Michael a glass of wine and said to call if we needed her, then left. Michael settled into the armchair, smiling. \"THIS is shopping,\" he sighed. I went behind the screen and changed into my first outfit. It was a lovely blue gown, silk, with a matching robe. It tied snugly around my waist, reaching the floor. The cool silk made my nipples pucker and harden. I came out, pleased to see him watching for me. I modeled for him, dancing about the room, swirling and turning, the silk clinging to my legs. I untied the robe, letting it drop to the floor. Then I modeled the gown. It gently followed my body, my nipples obviously erect. My arms were bare. The gown just skimmed over my hips and flowed to the floor. Again I swirled for him. The gown billowed from me and then returned to caress my curves. He smiled. \"Yes, let's get that.\"\nMy next choice was a full slip, so delicate and dainty. Made of cream silk, the entire bodice was the finest lace. It was so beautiful, so gossamer. I pinned my hair up so only tiny curls framed my face, sprayed on some vanilla scent and left the protection of the screen. The lace was so sheer, he could easily see my dark brown nipples through it, stiffened from the lace. My dark curlies were faintly visible through the thin silk, my legs were bare. I moved to Michael, turning, allowing him to run his hand over my silk-clad ass, feeling the incredible smoothness and coolness of the slip. \"Yes\", he said, \"that is something you need. Let's get that.\"\nHere was one of my favorites. Tap panties and a camisole top in a beautiful shade of rose. The panties fit like shorts, long and loose on the legs, elastic hugging my waist. The camisole did not quite meet the shorts, so a thin strip of my tummy was exposed. The camisole was so lovely, with small buttons up the front, the thinnest straps holding it up over my shoulders. Again, an outfit of the smoothest silk, with embroidered flowers along the bodice. My tanned skin looked so lovely in this color. I let a few more curls frame my face and walked out to my lover. His eyes lit up and he beckoned me to sit on the arm of his chair. I leaned over to kiss him, licking his lips and caressing his cheek. He lightly ran his hand up my bare thigh, slipping his fingers inside the loose panties, just barely brushing my inner thigh. My eyes closed. I wished he would do more, but he moved his hand to my naked back and ran his fingers along the tiny straps, back to front, just the faintest touch of him on my bare skin. \"Yes\", he whispered, \"definitely get this one.\"\nI went behind the screen again. The music was great, kind of low keyed and throbbing. There were vanilla candles burning on the shelves. I had the prettiest baby doll jammies for him. It was in pale yellow, panties of soft silk, with gathered legs, high on my thighs. The top just barely covered my panties, little puffed sleeves, tiny pearl buttons at the front. I loved the feel against my skin, the softness of the silk, the coolness of it. I let my hair down. It was skimming my shoulders now, curling softly. I felt the beat of the music. I danced out to Michael, moving in time with the music.\nHe was still sipping his wine, smiling at me as I approached. I move slowly and sensuously closer to him as he relaxed against the chair. I saw he had slipped his shoes off, stretched out his legs. I stepped over his legs and leaned down to kiss him. He tasted like the wine, sweet and delicious, and yet so like Michael, a taste all of his own. His hands reached up and cupped my breasts in the fabric, massaging them as I kissed him. I wanted him to continue touching me, feeling me, exciting me. But he moved his hands safely to my arms, holding them, rubbing them. \"Yes, you need to have this,\" he said.\nSo far, he had refused me nothing. The stack of things to buy grew with each trip out to him. Some of my favorites remained. I was puzzled by his lack of ardor. In the restaurant, we had played with each other, brought each other to nearly total excitement several times. Now, in total privacy, he was behaving so well. I had a glass of wine with me in the dressing area and I was feeling the effects of it. I wanted to play with him. I wanted him to want me too. I looked through the remaining items. Ah, I loved this one. I felt a little wicked now.\nIt was a lovely lace and satin bra, peach, with matching bikini panties. My curlies were pressing against the satin. My nipples were rigid against the lace. I wanted to drive him crazy, make him want me and say it. I slowly sipped some more wine and then moved out from behind the screen. Michael's eyes were watching for me. It made me smile to see how intently he waited, how his eyes glowed at me as I approached him shyly. I stood before him, waiting to make sure he saw how lovely I looked. It fit just right. My nipples were begging for his warmth. A few curlies had escaped and were so touchable. I moved closer to him. I heard his breathing quicken and felt the need to be closer still. I sat down on the arm of the chair. His arm circled my waist and pulled me closer, into his lap.\nHmmmmm, I loved it there, so snuggly and perfect. His hand seemed to touch all my exposed flesh, moving slowly up and down my spine, my side, my tummy. Never an improper touch, and yet, I knew how much he wanted me. I knew how I was affecting him. His hand on my tummy moved slowly upward to the single hook holding my bra closed. We looked intently at each other as he unhooked my bra. It separated, just a little. and his finger moved gently up and down between my breasts. I had goosebumps all over my arms from his touch. My back arched and I pressed closer to him. Ah, kissing him was such a joy. I licked his lips and touched his mouth so slowly with my hot little tongue. Sucking his lower lip into my mouth...hmmm..I loved his taste. His finger finally found my aching nipple and I moaned into his mouth. As the kiss ended, Michael moved his finger and whispered to me, \"Please, I want you to have this too.\"\nThere were only 2 items left. I reached for the red teddy. I liked it. It was not something I would normally choose, but there was something about the styling that appealed to me. As I stepped into it, I was reminded once again of why I chose it. It was form-fitting red silk with delicate embroidered flowers along the bodice, gentle gathers across my breasts, tiny straps over my shoulders. It fastened with dainty pearl buttons and snaps between my legs. I pulled my hair back in gold clips with curls around my face and exited my screen. I found him riveted on me, anxiously awaiting the next fashion.\nI stood at the screen, suddenly so shy and unsure. He extended his hand to me and I crossed the room to him. My eyes never left his. My hand stretched out to him. Our fingers met and the heat flowed through my body. Now he stood, taking me into his arms and we started to move slowly together. All I heard in my mind was, \"Shall we dance..... Shall we fly?\" Yes, I flew when in his arms. I felt his warmth against me. I felt his need. He took my hand and swirled me from him and pulled me back into into his arms, where I was quite sure I belonged.\nWe danced for a long time, nestled into each other, touching our fingertips lightly over each other, inhaling each other. Now his hands were holding my buttocks, pulling me even closer to him. We moved as one, then we kissed and moved not at all. His hands massaged me slowly and gently. Everywhere he touched belonged to him. Michael's fingers worked their way into my hair, holding my face against his. I was tasting him as if for the first time. Then his hands discovered the snaps and his eyes lit up. I heard the snaps open, one at a time. His fingers brushed against my curlies. One finger lingered deeper, moving inside me as we kissed.\nMy hips were moving against him, starting our dance. The feeling that had been with me all afternoon loomed so large now. I wanted him! I wanted him inside me now! I wanted to feel his fingers and tongue and lovely cock in me. He took his hands and placed them on my shoulders, kissed my nose. Then he said, \"Yes, I like this one, let's get it.\"\nI went behind the screen, so disappointed, so sad. I wanted him so much, but he kept toying with me and sending me back for something else. I had one more outfit for him. It was my absolute favorite, a silver gray gown. A silky bodice with yards of the lightest fabric I had ever seen. It just floated to the floor, only my little pink toenails were visible. My curlies were darkly seen against the fabric, my nipples were hard and aching. The daintiest straps crossed over my bare back.\nI felt so beautiful and ethereal. I started to apply some blush to my cheeks and saw quite clearly my last meeting with Michael had put the pinkest glow on my face. I looked in the mirror, tousled my hair a bit and smiled. I wanted him and I planned to get him. Now. Here. I had been so good and now it was my turn. I exited the screen. He was waiting with his shirt loosened at the neck, his sleeves rolled up. I danced over to him.\n\"Shall we dance, on a bright cloud of music?\" He smiled and his smile entered my heart and warmed me. I sat on the arm of the chair and started to unbutton his shirt. One button, one kiss on his throat. Next button, one kiss on his chest. Next button, one kiss on his left nipple. Fourth button, one kiss on the right nipple. Finally, his shirt was opened and I could touch all of his chest with my eager fingertips. I stood and moved across the room, stopping in front of the chaise, holding my arms opened to Michael, swaying gently as I waited. He crossed to me, never breaking eye contact. He walked directly to me, stood before me, and I knew he was mine.\nI removed his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants, but he chose this moment to kiss me and my hands stopped. I lost myself in his touch. His hands were on my arms, pulling me close, holding me there. Then he was kissing me, as they say in romance novels, thoroughly. Suddenly, he stopped kissing and stood before me, naked and aroused. He sat on the chaise and I moved slowly before him, humming and floating dreamily, thinking of Michael and what was about to happen.\n\"Shall we dance, on a bright cloud of music, shall we fly?\" Oh, I wanted to fly with him. I danced for him now, the silver gray fabric floating about my legs, my arms outstretched, the melody in my head, and Michael waiting for me.\nThen I heard his voice. \"Come to me now, please.\" I went to him, my sweetest love. The lovely gown was removed and we were together. He knew I wanted to make love; slow, sweet love. He obliged, kissing my lips and neck, licking and loving my erect nipples, moving his way slowly down to my wet curlies.\nHis tongue was the magic key. He touched me so softly and gently, moving his hot tongue inside me, opening my pussy. Then, when I was begging him to fuck me, he slowly moved his way back up my body. Covering me completely, Michael held me in his arms. Then he entered me so completely, I gasped. He moved slowly and deeply within me, in his home, his safe place. He had prepared me so well, I came almost immediately and he followed, first swelling and then exploding within me, deep within me. We remained locked together, our arms about each other, our hearts together, pounding. The music was constant in my head.\n\"Shall we dance, or perchance, when the last little star has left the sky, shall we still be together with our arms around each other?\" He was holding me tightly, resting his weight on me. His face so near mine, I felt his breath. \"Oh, yes, we must take that one!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense passion and forbidden desires between two individuals who are consumed by their erotic fantasies. Craft a scene where they meet in secret, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws them together. Incorporate elements such as seductive clothing, sensual touches, and explicit descriptions of their intimate encounters.\n\nTags: Forbidden romance, teacher-student relationship, erotic dreams, anticipation, longing\n\nPrompt:\nIn a clandestine rendezvous after hours at the classroom, she walks in wearing a thigh-length dress that hugs her exotic form. As the door latches behind her, she approaches you with an irresistible allure. Describe how she runs her fingers through your hair and pulls your head towards hers. Explore the sensations as your lips interlock and tongues intertwine while bodies generate friction from the satin of her dress rubbing against the denim of your jeans.\n\nUnable to resist their insatiable desire for each other, they decide to meet again tomorrow at the same time. Capture their sense of urgency and desperation as they plan this secret encounter filled with anticipation and longing.\n\nThe next day arrives; set the scene where they surprise each other with a visit while their kids are sleeping. Use vivid details to depict how wine and cookies put them in playful moods with fewer inhibitions. A laugh shared between them ignites a spark that intensifies when their hair grazes one another's cheek during an intimate moment.\n\nAs tension builds up between them, describe how a hand gently cups a face before guiding it towards each other's lips once more. Dive into their passionate embrace as warmth floods their chests and hearts beat faster than ever before.\n\nTransitioning into dream sequences throughout the prompt can add an element of fantasy and heightened sensuality. Explore these dreamscapes where they find themselves stripped bare emotionally and physically—describing every touch, kiss, caress as if it were real.\n\nFinally, bring readers back to reality where one character is preoccupied with their sexual encounters, fantasizing about the other's underwear and exploring the details of their intimate moments. Develop a scene where they give in to their desires once more, removing clothing piece by piece until they are completely exposed to one another.\n\nIncorporate explicit descriptions of their passionate encounter, from teasing touches to intense kisses and the act of penetration. Capture the moment when time stands still as they become lost in each other's pleasure, culminating in an explosive climax that leaves them both breathless and yearning for more.\n\nRemember to use descriptive language throughout the prompt to create vivid imagery and immerse readers in this erotic tale of forbidden love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I can't get you out of my head. That's a problem, you see because all I seem to think about is you; you walking into my classroom at the end of the day, thigh length dress hugging your exotic form. As the door latches behind you, you reach me, running your fingers through my hair and pulling my head to meet yours. Our lips interlock and our tongues intertwine while our bodies generate friction from the satin of your dress rubbing against the denim of my jeans.\nWe have to go. Let's try to meet here tomorrow. Same time.\nYou might say I am haunted by these thoughts. Haunted because I can seem to stop them. Haunted because no matter how much I work to keep these thoughts at bay during the day, I never cease to then dream about them each night.\nKids are sleeping, a surprise visit. Some wine and cookies put us in playful moods with fewer inhibitions. A laugh, a look, the brief grazing of our hair on one another's cheek as our heads tilt forward and then back, all beg the message \"I give myself to you.\"\nA hand gently cups a face and expresses it toward the other. Our lips meet and a warmth of want and wanton flow to our chests causing hearts to feel as though they may, very well, beat right out of our souls to meet on their own ethereal plane and consummate their desires, reaching one another's resting place.\nA flash, that dream has ended and I lay awake panting, stiffened by the rush of anticipation to every extremity that has now let me down so. That rush, that feeling, that burn, once familiar, has become but a dream that has only served the purpose of torturing my mind and being. Will I sleep again? Should I sleep again? I will only dream. Dream my fantasy, my illusion, my unattainable, eroticism that could help me, save me, free me.\nI must have drifted back to sleep; here you are again, in your satin dress. The curve of your breast leading to the sway in your hip acts as a mechanism in hypnotizing me. Your eyes sparkle with your desire, lids gently kissing irises in preparation for the anticipated. They are dark, deep, in a word, sexy. A smile dons your mouth, as it can't seem to stop itself from coming. Your mouth betrays you in its failed suppression of your want. Your breath pours over my lips and begs them open to take in your passion, an embrace as our desires melt together.\nYour zipper melts away and my hands feel your skin for the first time. Your back, heaving slow while you draw me in from our kiss, is supple, soft, as if lightly oiled or powdered after our shower together this morning. Your hands raise my shirt above my head, off, and with a small roll of your shoulders, your dress falls away. Our eyes lock and your hands lead mine to your chest.\n\"Feel my heart beat,\" your only words. You unhook your bra from your cleavage causing a surge in your breath, your heartbeat and my ardor. Your lips on my neck, you lean into me, our heartbeats clench one another and we are stripped. Stripped of our inhibitions, stripped of our worries, stripped of our confines. Arms around the other we fall into bliss. Our bodies instinctually feel each other's needs. Where we want the other to be. What we want the other to touch next. Where we want to be kissed next, held next penetrated next.\n\"May I enter you?\"\n\"Please.\"\nI lay awake again. My body, moist with the sweat of the pleasure that was denied, peals itself from my sheets to splash water upon my face. Were it to be real, passion satiated, infatuation exercised, fantasy fulfilled, I may sleep again. Were it to be real.\nPart II: Preoccupation\nI am preoccupied. Most get preoccupied with bills; work, maybe a do-it- yourself project gone amiss. Me? I am preoccupied with the mere thought of a sexual encounter. I imagine what are probably silly things. Things like pointing out to you that your underwear is showing. You lift you shirt and ask where, exposing your stomach. \"Oh, I thought I saw it at the back of your waist line when you bent over.\" I say. \"Aren't they pink?\"\nPulling your waistband away from your hip, you respond, \"Red.\"\n\"Nice, do they have a design or are they just your basic panties.\"\n\"They have a little frill around the band.\" The corner of your mouth is beginning to curl.\n\"May I see?\" and I reach. You say nothing, but open yourself and allow me to unbutton your jeans, folding back the top.\n\"These are very sexy, soft too.\"\nI can feel the soft bumps of your pubic hair under the cotton fabric. Maintaining eye contact, my hand moves to feel your warm mound. Gently, I press with my finger and the cotton becomes wet and warmer.\nYour eyes close and breath escapes your mouth, lips relaxed, soft and flush. I match my lips to yours and like an inferno, our tongues entwine in a hot flash of passion. Your fingers, clad with blood red nails, grip the back of my head and sew themselves through my shoulder length hair.\nDuring this explosion of want and desire, you push me back to the floor and climb on top of me. Rubbing, pushing our pelvises together we kiss with the heat of the bright center of the universe. My hands and arms wrap around you squeezing, petting, tracing and taking all of you. You unfasten my pants and slide them down my legs.\n\"You don't wear underwear.\"\nWith that you glide your body up mine to meet my lips again.\n\"I want you inside me.\"\nI roll you over and remove your jeans and frill trimmed, red, cotton secrets. Your blouse is lifted over your head; your erect nipples and swollen areolas all but beg to be suckled.\n\"No bra?\"\nYou smile wryly and pull my shirt off too. I take your breast into my hand and mouth.\n\"Kiss me and enter me.\"\nYour arms reach around my back and your nails help to hold you next to me as we kiss again. Coming together, I guide myself into your, now, lava hot beckoning. Our lips part a moment as you gasp only to meet again, harder and deeper.\nA moment . . .\nOur bodies lay still . . .\nI am throbbing inside of you . . .\nTime stops and the stars hold their pattern. You contract around me once . . . twice; on the third you whisper, \"Come inside me, please.\"\nTonight we dream, tomorrow we will wake up lying, as we were the evening before." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and passionate encounter between two lovers in a steamy kitchen rendezvous. Incorporate elements of dominance, oral pleasure, light bondage, and orgasmic anticipation into your story. Use vivid descriptions to capture the sensations of their bodies pressed against the table, as well as the sound of their moans and growls. Don't forget to include the protagonist's daydreaming tendencies and their insatiable desire for more pleasure. Remember to use the tags #kitchenencounter #dominance #oralpleasure #lightbondage #orgasmicanticipation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'm a daydreamer. I'm also a night dreamer, but that's too random to matter. During the day I control what I dream about, so it's all about what I want to happen not what my so-called subconscious thinks it wants, which frankly is nothing I really want anyway. Yeah, my subconscious is a real dummy most of the time.\nBut, I digress.\nI'm a daydreamer. I daydream on the bus, at work, at the gym, at home watching television. I sometimes catch myself daydreaming while reading, which should be a sure sign that a book is utter rubbish, but I can't say that's true at all. I've daydreamed through some really great books.\nAnd again, I digress.\nI'm a daydreamer. A by-day fantasy maker. I mean in all honesty, I must think of a sexual situation at least every three point five minutes, and that's on a slow day. It's not even that I'm on the lookout for opportunity because as freaky as I can be, I've never been easy.\nNow no more digressing.\nIn this particular moment I was distracted from dinner preparations by the little spot of sunshine in the backyard. It's bright and cheery and the green, green grass seems like an ideal spot for a bit of afternoon loving. You know, the really sweaty, dirty kind. The kind that leaves you panting and limp with exhaustion.\nI can see the scene in my head; I'm sprawled on my stomach and you're straddling my legs, eyes cast downward as you watch your cock disappearing between the round globes of my ass. My pussy twitches and I can almost feel the slide of you, the hard slickness penetrating me. It makes me wet and shivery and distracts me completely from everything around me.\nSo, that's how you find me; bent over the kitchen counter, hips swiveling to the beats of Low coming from the headphones hanging around my neck, my head resting on one hand as I gaze dreamily out the window. And that's why I don't hear you or notice you at all, so I suppose I got exactly what I deserved. Not that I mind or anything, but still...\nMy first clue that you're there is your hands gripping my hips and your groin pressed against my ass. I practically jump out of my skin and I would push you away but for your hand between my shoulders pressing me down. I try anyway, just for fun, but you have me pinned and I can't help but like it.\nYou rub your front on my rear and I can feel you're more than ready. I press back, my breath catching at the friction on my swollen flesh. I adjust myself a bit, trying to get just the right angle, but the counter is awkward and I'm just too tall and too short all at the same time. I make a frustrated sound and you answer with a quiet laugh. You gather me back against you, your hands gripping my upper arms and I crane my head around expectantly, silently pleading for a kiss.\nYou kiss me slowly, erotically, your tongue sliding between my lips, one hand gliding along my body to tease my breasts as the other hand strokes down, down, down between my legs where I'm already hot and wet for you. You growl in appreciation, your fingers spreading me, sliding along my clit towards my center. I buck against you, trying to slide you where I want you, but you tsk at me and continue your slow torture.\nYou turn us around, and before I know it I'm sprawled facedown on the kitchen table. Your hands bunch my short skirt around my waist as a foot spreads my legs and you yank my panties to the side, the fragile silk coming apart in your hands. You toss the torn material onto the table beside me and the sight of it mixed with the appreciative sounds you're making behind me turns me even hotter and I'm shivering with anticipation.\nI look back at you just in time to see you bend down and then my eyes close as you lick me teasingly. For a brief moment I fear the torture will continue, but instead you dive right in, lapping, nipping, sucking, and it's not too long before I'm moaning and panting and writhing for more.\nYou sink a finger inside me then add another, pumping them in and out, flicking just the right spots until I'm squirming and breathless. I clench around you, adding to the sensation building at my center and the weight of it increases with every stroke, lick, flick and suck. I try to remember to breathe, but I almost choke on the pleasure and then you're pushing your fingers inside me harder, faster and your hungry mouth on my clit pushes me over until I'm moaning and whimpering nonsensical words that I'm sure are meant to be very, very, very dirty.\nI'm still shaking when I hear your zipper, the rustle of clothing as you free yourself and I can feel my insides quivering as you slowly push inside me. I push back against you, pumping my hips, trying to force you in deeper, but you keep pulling away, only allowing the barest of penetration, just enough to make me writhe in frustration. I want more. I always want more.\nI reach down between the table and my body, and then I'm moaning even more loudly as my fingers rub over my clit. I tighten my pussy around you and you sink in deeper, rocking against me, drawing out the pleasure, just the way I like it. You set a slow, steady pace, making me even more crazy as I play with myself, the duel sensations keeping me right on the brink of orgasm.\nYou bend over me so your body is draped across my back, your hands braced on the table on either side of me. You press me down with your weight over me and the sudden flex of your hips makes a slapping noise against my ass and moves the table beneath us. My arm is pinned beneath me and I continue to massage my clit, gasping and moaning and begging for it. Harder, faster.\nYou sink your teeth into my shoulder, a low growl breathed against my skin. I shudder underneath you, my face pressed agains the smooth wood of the table, my hips digging into the edge. Excitement pulses through me and I whimper a long line of frustrated curses. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.\nYou rear back, your hand maneuvering me around until one knee is propped on the table. You grip my hips, your fingers digging in as you pull out of me then shove back in, hard and fast. I roll my hips, getting as much friction as I can and I feel the pressure building, building, building until I'm bucking against you, forcing you to give me what I want. Yes, yes, yes. Yes.\nYou're panting behind me, grunting with effort as you fuck me. You pull out and push back in and the loud slap of your body driving into mine gives me the final push and I'm moaning and whimpering, the only coherent words falling from my lips being the dirty kinds of things you do to me.\nYou shove inside me a final time, your body frozen over me, in me. You let go of my leg then lean over me until you're pressing your face against my neck, your teeth scraping against my pulse and then I feel the hot twitch of your release flood me and you're shuddering and muttering against my hot, damp skin.\nWe rest there, face down on the kitchen table. You're wrapped around me, still fully clothed with what I'm sure is a more than satisfied smirk on your face. I don't mind though, it likely matches mine anyway." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt:\n\nIn this steamy story, a couple finally has a chance to spend quality time together after being caught up in their busy lives. The protagonist spends the day preparing an exquisite dinner for their partner, complete with alluring scents and an inviting table set with candles and flowers. Before getting ready, they take a shower using a jasmine vanilla sugar scrub, leaving their skin glowing and irresistible. As they search for something light to wear before putting on their little black dress, they come across their partner's cornflower blue dress shirt. Unable to resist the temptation of wearing something that carries their partner's scent, they slip it on and feel a surge of desire as their exposed nipples rub against the fabric.\n\nAfter carefully straightening their hair and applying just the right amount of makeup to enhance their features, the protagonist takes a quick cat nap while waiting for their partner to arrive home. But what was thought to be a dream turns into reality when they feel the weight of their partner on the bed. Their warm breath caresses the protagonist's neck as lips explore every inch of skin, igniting sparks of pleasure throughout their body. As they open their eyes, they see that it is indeed their beloved who has joined them.\n\nThe protagonist turns towards them eagerly, feeling every sensation intensify as lips meet in passionate kisses. Their bodies press together intimately as desire courses through them both. The touch of stubble against sensitive areas sends shivers down the protagonist's spine, confirming that this is not just a dream but an encounter filled with lustful possibilities.\n\nWith skilled hands exploring beneath clothing, teasing touches are delivered precisely where desired; stroking smoothly shaved lips and rubbing against a hardening clit. The protagonist grinds against their partner desperately craving more pleasure from them. Sensing mutual desire growing between them like wildfire, hands roam freely over curves until breasts are cupped by eager palms while mouths continue exploring each other's necks.\n\nOverwhelmed by the intensity of their connection, the protagonist reaches behind to feel their partner's hard, throbbing cock. The anticipation builds as their partner teases the entrance to their hot spot, teasingly grazing sensitive lips and driving them wild with need. Unable to contain themselves any longer, they beg for release.\n\nIn a seamless motion, their partner grips the protagonist's hip firmly and thrusts deeply into them. The tightness envelops them both as moans escape from parted lips. Teeth graze against sensitive skin, heightening sensations as pleasure intensifies in every stroke. With each movement, passion builds until it becomes an unstoppable force within the protagonist's body.\n\nAs climax approaches rapidly, teeth sink into flesh and cries of ecstasy fill the room. The protagonist shudders uncontrollably around their partner while calling out their name in blissful surrender. Their muscles contract tightly around them, pulling them deeper into an abyss of pleasure.\n\nIn a final explosion of desire and satisfaction, both partners reach a peak that leaves them breathless and intertwined with one another. As they bask in the afterglow of their love-making, they realize that dinner was meant to be a romantic affair but instead became an appetizer for something far more intense.\n\nWriting Prompt: \n\nExplore a scene where two lovers finally find time for each other amidst busy schedules. Set the stage with alluring scents and an inviting table adorned with candles and flowers - creating an atmosphere brimming with romance and sensuality. Incorporate elements such as showering together using tantalizing jasmine vanilla sugar scrub before slipping on your partner's shirt - igniting desires through scent alone.\n\nDelve into the passionate encounter between these two characters; describe how kisses are exchanged fervently while bodies meld together seamlessly on the bed. Highlight moments where hands explore beneath clothing; fingers expertly stroking shaved lips and rubbing against hardened clits - building up tension until both partners are consumed by an insatiable hunger for one another.\n\nCapture the raw desire and connection as teeth graze sensitive skin, heightening sensations and driving both lovers to the brink of ecstasy. Emphasize the intensity of their climax, describing how they shudder in unison while cries of pleasure fill the air. Convey their deep connection as they remain intertwined, basking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.\n\nTags: romance, sensuality, shower sex, clothing fetish, scent play, oral sex, grinding, nipple play" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am off work for the day, something that rarely happens. You still have to go into the office so I spend the day cleaning up around the house and doing some yard work. It has been a while since we had the chance for a romantic evening and I want to do something nice for you. We both get so wrapped up in the work-a-day world that there never seems to be enough time to spend together.\nOnce my chores were done, I decide to fix a really nice dinner of roasted pork loin, garlic mashed potatoes, a fresh green salad, and I selected a vintage bottle of Merlot to compliment the meal. I set the table, had the salad chilling in the fridge, and the pork loin and potatoes keeping warm in the oven. Mmmmmmmmm, the smell is so intoxicating and the table is perfect with candles and flowers. I can't wait for you to get home!\nHowever, I still need to get ready. I hop in the shower, scrubbing my skin with jasmine vanilla sugar scrub. My skin has a nice rosy glow once I get out of the shower. I select my newest purchase to wear: a sexy black lace demi-cup bra and matching thong. This is my surprise for you tonight after dinner. I need something light to put on before I put on my nice little black dress that I have not gotten to wear for so long. I go to the closet and the first thing I come in contact with is your cornflower blue dress shirt. I love putting on your clothes, especially the ones that have your scent lingering on them. I slip on the cotton shirt and immediately smelled you and all sorts of lusty thoughts conjured up in my mind. Of course, the fact that my exposed nipples are rubbing against your shirt only fuels that fire!\nI take time and care into straightening my hair and arranging it just right. I apply just a little bit of make up to accentuate my light skin, blue eyes, and red hair. Your shirt really sets off my eyes; they are so blue as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have a certain twinkle, a wicked little grin creeping on my face as I think about our evening ahead.\nWith a little time still before you come home, I decide to take a quick cat nap. Before I settle on the bed, I double check all of the food; it looks and smells absolutely delicious and I hope you enjoy it. Climbing up on the high bed, I slip myself under the sheet and comforter and nuzzle myself into the soft pillow to drift off to sleep........\nI must be dreaming. I feel your weight on the bed, your warm skin melding to mine from behind. I feel your warm breath at my neck, your lips on my shoulders and up to my ear to whisper to me that you are home. I murmur some incomprehensive thought to you, my dream man. And feel your skilled hands under the shirt, hot on my hip, down my thigh and back up and under the shirt to rest on my ribs. You simultaneously lick the side of my neck. The tickle from your beard makes me realize maybe I am not dreaming. My eyes flutter open and yes indeed, you are here with me. I turn my head to see you and you press yourself even closer to my body and your lips are on mine. Opening my mouth, your tongue gently probes mine, sweetly tasting me. Your hand firm on my hip, pulling and grinding into me. I can feel your arousal and it sends shivers up and down my body and I feel myself melting into your embrace, welcoming the feeling of your skin against mine. I push myself willingly back into you and I feel your hardness pulsing against my ass and grazing upward. You resume kissing my neck and shoulder and alternately sucking on my skin, licking me, and kissing me in all of my sensitive spots, especially the spot right below my ear. I gasp for breath as you do this and I feel myself getting flushed and wanting more of you.\nReaching down, you slip your hand inside the front of my thong and meticulously tease the sweetness barely covered. Stroking me, teasing my smoothly shaved lips and rubbing my hardening clit. You pull my body hard against you as you suckle on my earlobe and your hand moves, fingers nimbly working upward on me: fingers trailing through my curly red hair, my belly button, over my tummy, up to my bra. Your hand opens your shirt off of me, exposing my special surprise for you and your hand cups my breast as you feast on my neck more.\nI cannot help but grind myself against you.....you have me so hot and I whimper to you how badly I want you. Your thumb lazily circles my exposed nipple....so taut from the contact of you on me; wanting for you to touch it and give me more delicious sensations. Grazing it slightly, flicking and pinching it; you have me feeling engulfed by you. I reach down behind me to feel your cock. I find you hard, thick, and I know you want what I want. Stealthily, you slide the string of my thong to the side, and slip into my hot spot. I rock against you as the tip sensuously teases my sensitive lips. I beg you to please take me. You are kissing my shoulders and I am grinding against you, trying to have more than just a tease of you.\nBefore I realize what you are doing, I feel your strong hand gripping my hip and you thrust into me hard, stretching my tightness but moving swiftly and fully into me. You are encased in my heat and I gasp and moan. I feel you rake your teeth on my neck and I cry out your name. You gently bite down on me as you start to move and you have me so hot, so ready, and so in need.....I am breathless and wordless in my state. I move with you matching you stroke for stroke and we both can feel my passion building up to a tumultuous explosion. Crying out, moaning your name, you feel my muscles constricting you even tighter.\nYour timing is impeccable when you choose to nibble on my neck and your teeth scrape at the same time. I explode on you, in a trembling mass, moaning, my body spending itself with you. You can feel my pulse as my pussy attempts to suck you into its depths and keep you there. In my ear, I hear you.....a quick whimper, a groan and feel you plunging yourself deeper than you have before and hold me tight against you. We are spot welding together, your essence flowing from you deep in me and my body sheathing you tightly, gladly taking your offering. Your hand moves up from my hip back to my breast and you and I are fused together. You nuzzle and resume licking my neck and plant little kisses on me. My hand covers yours and I drift into you. In our embrace, I remember that this was supposed to be a romantic dinner and I lazily whisper to you with a grin and a giggle .....\"Now that you have had desert, are you ready for dinner?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In a steamy exchange of emails, two individuals explore their deepest desires and unleash their passionate cravings. One person's quick thinking and ability to react to the other's every mood leads to an afternoon filled with intense pleasure. Dive into the erotic world they create as they push boundaries and indulge in their most carnal fantasies.\n\nExplore the sensations of finger fucking as you describe the softness, wetness, and heat that engulfs them. Detail how one person sits at their desk, legs splayed open, eyes closed in ecstasy while experiencing the rhythm of fingers moving in and out.\n\nAs tensions rise, delve into the intensity of a gripping encounter where nails dig into powerful shoulders through shirts. Describe how pussy juices flow, creating an intoxicating aroma that ignites desire within their minds. Capture the moment when a wicked tongue finds its way to a swollen clitoris, intensifying pleasure beyond measure.\n\nContinue by painting a vivid picture of lips parting delicate folds as fingers hold them open. Depict short stabbing motions inside a dripping pussy while moans grow louder and breathing quickens. Explore biting down on an exposed clit as hands grip hair tightly, legs spread wide over each side of a chair.\n\nTransition to moments of mutual exploration where nipples are twisted between fingers causing cries of pleasure mixed with pain. Describe ripping off shirts in frenzy rather than fumbling with buttons amidst kisses shared and tastes exchanged. Illustrate how fingers continue teasing swollen clits while bodies ache for release.\n\nIntroduce animalistic desire as clothes fall away and urgency takes over. Detail deep penetration that leaves both parties gasping for air and craving more connection. Emphasize sensations such as heavy balls slapping against arses accompanied by grunts that betray attempts at control.\n\nHeighten passion by describing pulsating orgasms filling tight spaces followed by continued thrusts fueled by insatiable lust. Highlight moments when legs wrap around backs, heels digging in, and hands clutching necks to prolong the intimate connection. Convey a sense of awe at the stamina and strength displayed.\n\nConclude with a playful twist as cum sweeps out, marking an unforgettable experience. Add a touch of humor with references to sewing buttons back on wrecked shirts, showcasing the intimacy shared beyond sexual encounters. End with a question that leaves readers yearning for more: 'Would you like to indulge in another mid-day fuck sometime?'\n\nTags: erotic, email exchange, finger fucking, intense pleasure, oral sex, nipple play, deep penetration, animalistic desire, multiple orgasms.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have recently enjoyed exchanging emails and writing with a couple of people that have contacted me via Literotica.\nOne person stands out for his ability to think quickly and react fast to my mood. I started off one exchange with just the single line at the end of an email. What followed was a very enjoyable afternoon's exchanges of email.\nPush your fingers inside, what do you feel, is it nice and soft....\n\nIt is soft, wet and oh so hot. I move first one finger then another and slowly move them in and out, in and out building up a rhythm. Your sitting at your desk, with your legs splayed and sitting slightly forward and you have closed your eyes as you enjoy the sensations of being finger fucked...\n\nI'm hanging on to you, with my hands on your powerful shoulders. My finger nails are hurting you as they dig into your shoulders through your shirt as you start to make me come with your long fingers. My pussy juices are starting to leak out. You love their aroma, they light the fuse in your head....\nOh that feels even better.... your wicked tongue has just found my clitoris.....\n\nMy fingers are holding the lips of your pussy open and my tongue is making short stabbing motions in and out of your pussy. You are moaning loudly now and your breathing is geting faster and louder. I then notice your clit has come out of its hood and I bite down on it hard at first, making you grab my hair. Your legs are splayed wide now hanging down either side of the chair, and your hands have found their way to your nipples which are erect...\n\nI twist my nipples between my fingers, I cry out again. I'm not sure how much more of this torture I can take.\nYou sit up and kiss me, I lick my own tasty juices off your face, and I taste myself on your tongue. Your fingers are still teasing my swollen clit. I sob with pleasure and ignore the pain. My hands are exploring your body, I rip your shirt off rather than fumbling with the buttons.\nYour sucking and biting my nipples, I cry out as I undo the leather belt on your trousers. Your fingers are still deep in my pussy....your thumb takes me to another shuddering climax, my mind is going very black as I almost pass out..\n\nAs you undo my belt and trousers my cock is pressing against your face. Your long fingers take hold of my cock and you flick your tongue across its tip and then slowly slide your lips taking most of its length to the back of your throat.\nGroans of desire come out of both of us. I take hold of your nipple and pinch it hard twice and it immediately responds by growing and becoming hard... I don't want to come in your mouth but in your sweet pussy. I need to fuck you now, not slowly but with almost animalistic desire.\nYou are still sitting as I get both of your legs over my shoulders and I can feel your white stockinged legs brushing my cheeks. You haven't spoken yet but then you whisper two words - FUCK ME...\n\nYou need no further encouragement, you bury your cock deep in to my steamy wet pussy, I feel your heavy balls slap up against my arse. I let out a gasp as the hard tip of your cock hit the full depth of my pussy, almost taking the wind out of my lungs.\nMy head is thrown back in ecstasy. You kiss my stretched neck, I cry out as you bite in to my shoulder, leaving me a small mark to remember you by....\nYou continue to fuck me with very determined strokes, you are now grunting as you try to control your desires but your bodies reactions are taking over with the sight before you. In this position I am at your mercy, I continue to cry out as your cock seems to grow with each stroke.\nYour cock erupts deep inside me, filling me with your warm spunk. You continue to fuck me, I tighten my pussy muscles to milk your cock.\nYou let me drop my legs off your shoulders, but I wrap them around your back, my black high heels digging in to you. I'm hanging on to you with my hands around your neck, I don't want you to pull your cock out of my pussy, it feels part of me now.\nI'm amazed at your stamina and strength as you manage to stand up still with your stiff cock buried deep inside me. Your hands are underneath my arse supporting me. I start to feel your cum sweep out of me as you carry me across the room.\nWe smile and laugh together when you ask what I'm like at sowing buttons back on to your wrecked shirt!!!. I give you a long kiss and close my eyes in complete satisfaction....\nI hope you enjoyed your mid-day fuck, I did........would you like to do it again sometime...." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: Explore the steamy encounter between Emma and James as they indulge in a passionate affair during her housewarming party. Incorporate elements such as their initial meeting at the supermarket, the delivery of her shopping, and their mutual attraction. Let their desires ignite as they explore each other's bodies in various locations throughout the house. Include explicit scenes of oral pleasure, intense penetrative sex, and sensual role-playing. Don't forget to highlight the power dynamics between them, with James taking charge and fulfilling Emma's deepest fantasies. Tags: erotic romance, age gap, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Emma pushed her heavy trolley towards the checkout of her local supermarket. It was full of party food; frozen spring rolls, chicken breasts, salad, cheeses, ham, pizzas, potato wedges and all other kinds of easy to throw together at the last minute pieces of food. Having just moved into her newly rented house and spending the week unpacking and assembling flat pack furniture from Ikea, she was taking the easy route for her house warming party that night. Sighing heavily, she realised that she would have to ask for the delivery option as she knew she would never be able to carry it all home on her bicycle.\nAs the woman in front of her grabbed the last of her bags and ushered her small son towards the exit, Emma looked at the guy behind the till. His curly dark blonde hair was slightly wild and longer than most lads his age wore it. She estimated him to be around 18, with a sweet face. Something about him grabbed her attention.\n'Can I get this delivered please?' She asked, noticing that his name badge read 'James'\n'Sure, have you signed up for delivery before?' He spoke in a soft voice that promised untold pleasures.\n'No, not yet, what do you need to me do?' Emma almost whimpered in return.\n'Just fill in this form with your details and then I'll check the delivery times in your area for you, you'll get a card through the post which you just need to hand over with your shop for future deliveries.' He smiled cheekily at her as he passed over a sheet of paper and pen.\nEmma quickly wrote down her new address and telephone number along with the other details the form required. James was busy scanning her shopping and putting the items into bags as she returned the form back to him. His eyes hovered over her address.\n'Oh,number 18? I live right opposite you, what a coincidence' He grinned, 'You can have it delivered at around either 2pm or 8pm'\n'2pm would be great thanks, I just moved in and it's for a house-warming party this evening, seems like a nice friendly street.' She commented, staring at his vivid blue eyes that seemed to twinkle every time he flashed a smile towards her, she felt the need to check that she didn't have smudges of paint on her face or something else hideously embarrassing.\n'Yeah, it's alright, we've lived there for about six months now, right well I'll just put these bags into the delivery crates and book your time slot.' He finished as he stood.\nEmma almost swooned, seeing him standing in front of her, carefully placing the bags into crates stored along the back wall. He had to be about 6'2\" easily, with an athletic build. As she felt her cheeks grow hot from watching his arse as he bent over she felt like a complete pervert. Jesus the guy looked like he was still at school or something and here she was picturing him naked in her bed. Ok,at 24 she wasn't exactly middle aged, but she had never found herself eyeing up lads who were her brother's age either. That didn't mean she could stop herself fantasizing about having her hands in that glorious hair and their legs entwined though.\n'Your total is £80.95' He called out as he slipped back behind his till, 'hello? Emma?'\n'Oh right, sorry I was miles away then' She blushed, realising that he had noted her name on the form as well as her address, she grabbed her debit card from her wallet as she shook her head to push the dirty thoughts away.\n'Do you know where I can buy alcohol cheaply that's fairly local? Only I don't drive so I don't really fancy carrying heavy bags far with me.' She asked him.\n'Well your best is Main Road Convenience Store, but it's still quite far away, tell you what, I finish my shift in ten minutes, why don't wait for me and I can give you a lift if that would help?'\n'uhhh...' Emma hesitated, eager to be in his company a little longer, but also wary as he was a stranger after all. Then he again, he already had her name and address, so what harm could one lift do? 'If it wouldn't be too much of a disruption to your plans that would be awesome.' She smiled.\n'Not at all, just hand around outside the car park and I'll bring my car around.' He grinned wolfishly back at her. She felt her face get red again.\n\nEmma picked up the last re-usable carrier bag out of the boot of the old Ford Escort that James drove as she reached into her pocket for her key. James stood waiting at her door with four of the heavy bags at his feet already, he'd only left her the single one to carry herself, she had a feeling if the bags hadn't been so very heavy with cans of lager, bottles of spirits and wine that he would have carried them all for her.\n'I really can't thank you enough James, you've been such a help.'\n'It's no problem, I really do just live in that house right there.' He winked and pointed the house directly behind her.\n'Well if you aren't busy tonight, then why don't you join us, it's only a small get together with some old college friends welcoming me back to town.' And maybe you'll give me some eye candy for the night, Emma thought wickedly.\n'Ah, it's one of my roomates' birthday, and we're supposed to be going out but if you're happy to have two extra ones then I can possibly persuade him to come over to yours, especially if you have some single female friends there!' He laughed and stroked her arm.\n'Yeah, that'd be fine James, there should be at least a couple of single girls coming.' Emma murmured as the goosebumps started to cover her arm where his hand lay.\n'Great, I'll work my magic on him and see you later, any particular time?' He removed his hand and started to walk away from her house.\n'Any time after 8 o'clock' She called after him as he moved across the road, walking backwards so she could still see his face.\n'See you later then babe!' James blew a kiss at her and Emma's knees started to knock together in shock and excitement.\nShe fumbled with the key, trying to get it into the lock, her fingers felt like they were numb and almost refused to do her bidding. As she finally felt the lock opening, she dragged the bags inside and flopped onto her sofa taking deep calming breaths.\nIt'd been such a long time since she'd had even a passing interest in another guy, she'd been making do with her vibrators and imagination for the past year. Ever since her boyfriend had died in a car crash. The move back to where she'd attended college was a fresh start for her, getting a transfer from one branch to another at the bank she worked for was easily done. The chance to be with her old friends who had barely known Steve, where the daily reminders were minimal was almost too good to be true. Of course getting away from her parents, who she'd lived with for the year after Steve had died was definitely a relief. As much as she loved them she couldn't stand their pity anymore, she couldn't stand seeing them looking at her with sad eyes that said they were sorry even while they discussed the local gossip with her. She needed to start moving past everything, and this little house 30 miles away from her hometown was exactly the break she'd been looking for.\n\nFeeling her heart rate slowing, she ran upstairs to her bedroom and peeked out of the blinds to take a good look at James' house. While buying the booze he'd told her he was at college, studying drama and dance, he lived with two others, both male, but they were both doing a course on mechanics. She loved James' easy confidence, he was incredibly friendly and made her feel relaxed from the moment he'd picked her up in his car. She'd been thrilled to hear that he was actually 20, which felt like a whole world better than her estimation of his age to be 18.\nHis house was a bit bigger than hers, presumably as it had the extra bedroom, she was wondering if his room was the one at the front that looked straight into hers when she saw movement. Moving more to the side so that she was hidden a bit better but could still spy on the house she recognised James' work uniform walk towards the window in his room to open it. Emma moved away from the window and went to her bedside drawer, picking out her purple 7\" vibrator she lay down on her bed. She grabbed her thong and pulled it down her legs, leaving her knee length skirt in place, she could feel the wetness in her pussy that just seeing James' smile and having him touch her created.\nHer pussy throbbed as she coated the vibrator in lube, picturing James holding the vibe she turned it onto the lowest setting and pressed it to her wet lips, the lube and vibrations causing a delightfully teasing sensation that made her clit throb with need.\nIn her mind James started to slowly thrust the machine into her opening, angling it directly towards her g-spot. The slow movements, gradually becoming faster and harder. Flicking the switch to the medium speed she felt her orgasm begin to warm her entire pussy, she felt the power of it clenching in her belly as she thrust the vibe harder against that most special spot inside her.\nUsing her free hand she pushed her fingers inside her bra and pinched a nipple tight as the orgasm came even closer. Harder and faster she rammed the vibe, feeling it stretching her pussy entrance wide as she began to clench around it in pleasure. Whimpering as the orgasm overtook her entire body, she pinched her nipple even tighter before letting out a loud scream as she felt herself squirt juices all over her legs.\nWith her legs trembling she left the vibrator inserted deep inside the wetness that came from her orgasm as she caught her breath. The release had been most welcome but she was greedy for more, and knew her body was capable of giving it to her. Letting go of her nipple she reached back inside the open drawer for her slightly smaller vibrator that she loved using on her clit.\nTaking out the purple cock she thumbed it up to the next, and highest, speed, while she teased her clit with it, drenching her entire lips in the wetness from her orgasm and the lube. She felt her clit heat up as she turned the smaller vibe on, pushing the purple one back inside her tight pussy once again she began to thrust it against her g-spot as she placed the smaller directly on top of her pussy starting to rub it in slow circles. This time as the orgasm built up she left the purple vibrator deep inside herself as she felt the heat build up in her clit, the muscles in her pussy gripped the larger vibrator hard, and she screamed her orgasm out loud in the form of James' name. Her entire body shook at the force of the clitoral orgasm and she felt almost sated.\nSighing with relief, she removed both vibrators and figured that unless she wanted to miss her shopping delivery she'd best get up as she knew she could lay there for ages simply pleasuring herself. The fact that she had a high sex drive meant she regularly had to replace batteries in her toys, not to mention the size of her sex toy collection had grown even larger since she'd been single.\nStanding up, Emma smoothed her skirt down and glanced once more out of her window to find that the delivery van was parked right outside her house, the van doors at the back wide open and a very tanned older man standing looking up into her window with her earlier shopping at his feet.\nEmma ducked back away from the window with her blood pounding in her ears in horror. The delivery man had obviously heard everything as due to the heat her window was as wide open as James' was. Embarrassment stung her face as she raced down the stairs to claim her shopping." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In the idyllic setting of a riverside vacation, a couple's passionate encounter is interrupted by the unexpected presence of a curious onlooker. Intrigued and aroused by her presence, they invite Gwen to join them for an unforgettable night in room 420. Write a steamy scene where the trio explores their deepest desires, indulging in intense oral pleasure, mind-blowing penetration, and uninhibited role-playing. Emphasize the sensory details of their encounter - from the intoxicating scent of arousal to the erotic sounds echoing through the room. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission as they take turns exploring each other's bodies, leaving no desire unfulfilled. Don't forget to include moments of vulnerability and connection amidst all the passion. Use tags such as threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex, anal play, role-playing, dominance/submission.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The waves lapped suddenly against my feet and I gave out a little shriek. You smiled at me, amused.\n\"What? The water’s cold!\" I cried, pretending to be indignant. We were sitting in beach chairs by the side of the river, relaxing and reading.\nAfter saving up our money for ages, we’d finally managed to afford a week-long vacation at a gorgeous little hotel upstate, on a beautiful spot on the river. Unfortunately, the trip was coming to an end.\nI looked over at you and smiled. You were now lying on your stomach and were again engrossed in your book. You were wearing blue swimming shorts and an unbuttoned white shirt, and I couldn’t help but admire your body. Your broad shoulders, your large biceps, and hey — Your sexy ass, as I always tell you! I imagined peeling off your shorts, flipping you over, and sitting on top of you. I let out an involuntary sigh.\nYou glanced at me. \"You okay?\"\n\"Yeah,\" as I sighed again, \"It’s just that we’re going to have to go home in 2 days, and then it’s back to stupid work again.\"\n\"I know.\" You sat up and took my hands, setting your book down. \"But haven’t you had a good time?\"\n\"Of course I have. But...\"\n\"You wish we could stay.\"\n\"Yeah...\"\nA smile spread over your face. \"Want to have something to remember this by?\"\n\"What do you mean?\" I raised an eyebrow.\nIn answer, you leaned forward and kissed me gently. Slowly, you traced my lips with the tip of your tongue, and I felt a tingle down between my other, lower lips.\nI reached between your legs and started massaging your dick, but you pushed my hand away. I broke the kiss, confused. Before I could open my mouth, you spoke.\n\"Let me serve you, Goddess,\" you whispered. You rarely called me that, and it always gave me a thrill when you did. This time was no different.\nAs you kept your left hand on the back of my neck, you trailed your right hand down my side, tracing my skin gently, up and down. You then moved your other hand down and removed my tank top. My breasts sprang to attention from out of the tight shirt into the cool evening air. You kept kissing me and you massaged my nipples with thumb and forefinger. I let out a soft moan.\nYou moved your mouth down to my breasts and began to suckle insistently on my left nipple, stroking the underside of my breasts all the while. Your tongue moved roughly around and around my areola as your lips tightened and sucked harder. I gasped.\nYou swiveled your body on top of mine as you kept your mouth on my breast. Your body sank against mine firmly, and I could feel your hardness rubbing against my leg. The beach chair made sounds of straining, and for a moment, I worried that it would collapse from our combined weight.\nAs if you were reading my mind, you lifted me off the chair by the waist. I wrapped my legs around you, but you set me down on the other chair. I pouted at the delay as you took the picnic blanket out from our earlier lunch. You laid the blanket out by the water and then laid me down upon it. The water tickled my feet again and I tried to move away, but you grabbed my hips to make me stay still.\nYour mouth descended on me once more, your lips tracing the contours of my waist, my stomach, my hips, then my thighs. You gently licked the inside of my thighs, moving in circles, breathing softly through my black bikini bottoms. One hand moved down, pulled the black panties off. You tongue darted up and dared to flick against my clitoris. I moaned and twitched. You licked the lines where my thighs met my pussy, and my hand went to my mouth to stifle a groan of desperation. You kept breathing hotly on me. I began swivelling my hips to meet your mouth, but you avoided direct contact with my pussy every time.\nYou teased me for what seemed like hours, and with the added sensation of the waves grazing my toes, my urgency got the best of me. I reached down and pushed your face onto my pussy.\nImmediately, your mouth suctioned around my cunt lips and you began drinking in my juices, which were now drenching my thighs. Your tongue slid up my slit and onto my clit, flicking it up and down over and over until I gasped, \"Oh, oh, oh fuck!\"\nSomething fiery deep inside my belly began to rise then, ever so slowly; I could feel my climax was beginning. You lapped around my lips in a circle, swiveling your head around and around. Your tongue then slid inside me and wiggled in and out, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out anymore.\nMy face was getting very hot. As it spread to my ears, I felt the hotness inside me move higher, and my heart beat faster. Your mouth met with its rhythm, and I began to explode.\n\"Oh God! Oh... Oh... God, Oh God... Yes, yes...\" My words turned into indecipherable moans and groans, and you kept on licking me, sucking up my cum, and flicking against my clit. As my orgasm shook me, it faded away, and I could feel my pulse beating between my legs.\n\"Please come up here,\" I whispered. \"Please... Ohh, please, I need you inside me!\"\nAt that, you wasted no time lifting up, pulling your shorts down, and plunging your cock deep inside me. It was so intense that I cried out. My pussy had become so sensitive. You moaned with me.\n\"Oh Christ, your pussy’s so wet and tight!\" You groaned.\nWe began gasping in unison, as you thrusted in and out of me, slightly at first, and then suddenly thrusting fully into me. I lifted your hips to meet yours each time, until I couldn’t support myself anymore, and I collapsed back on the blanket.\nYou fucked me passionately, looking at me the whole time with a gaze of lust and adoration. Your eyes traced my face, and then you kissed me hard. My tongue wrapped around yours as I kissed you back, and you pushed yourself harder, grinding against me.\nI moaned between our kisses, and my body began to shake slightly. You broke the kiss and moved you mouth to my neck, licking, nipping, and then gripping the flesh between your teeth, you bit down. I shrieked in ecstasy and began writhing beneath you. You kept me pinned down with your cock, fully inside me and swiveling your hips in circles. I shrieked, moaned, and groaned, crying out until I was hoarse, and then started letting out little whimpers.\nAs I breathed hard all through this, you picked up speed once more, and I had to let out another hoarse moan. My head began to spin, and I breathed faster, harder, until you were groaning too. We clutched at each other, gasped, and then climaxed simultaneously, almost convulsing.\nYou remained inside of me, our arms wrapped tightly around each other as we heaved. \"Oh... Ah... Ohh...\" I managed to croak out. Slowly, you pulled out of me, and I sighed at the sudden emptiness. You lay next to me and held me tightly.\n\"That was wonderful,\" I whispered. \"I love you.\"\n\"I love you too, baby.\" You put your hand on my cheek and kissed me so gently, I nearly melted into your arms.\nAs we kissed, I heard a rustling in the bushes, a thump, and then a not-so- soft \"Aw, shit.\" I broke away from you and turned to see a young woman, standing less than 20 feet away from us. She looked shocked when she saw me looking at her.\n\"I-I-I... Uh...\" she gulped.\nI stood up, fully aware of my naked body in front of this stranger, but I was strangely unembarrassed. She blushed deeply, nearly matching her rusty red hair, still at a loss for words.\nNow you stood up next to me, still erect. \"How long have you been standing there?\"\nShe raised her wrist to see her watch. \"Um, a-about 30 minutes, I think.\"\n\"So you were watching the whole time?\" I inquired.\nShe finally raised her eyes fully to me, and I saw that they were an incredible piercing green. \"Pretty much, yeah,\" she replied, finding her poise. \"Since you took your shirt off.\"\nI found myself aroused again, curiously. I looked at you. You also seemed interested in the woman, and you cocked your head and raised an eyebrow at me.\nLooking back at her, I said slowly, \"We’ll be here for one more night. Room 420. If you’re... interested in seeing more of us, come at nine, tomorrow night.\"\nShe nodded. \"I think... I might... do that,\" and then turned to go.\n\"Hold on,\" you said throatily. \"What’s your name?\"\n\"Gwen,\" she responded, and then disappeared into the forest.\nYou and I exchanged a long look, smiles spreading on our faces. We pulled our clothes on and gathered our things in silence, wondering what the following evening had in store for us, and then headed back to the inn." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt:\nIn a hotel bar, Laura and John have an intense, erotic encounter. They meet as strangers but their chemistry is electric. Laura is dressed in a low-cut silk dress, bra-less and wearing stockings. John, ruggedly handsome in his black jeans and tight black tee-shirt, can't resist her allure. As they make eye contact, the sexual tension between them becomes palpable.\n\nPrompt: Write a steamy scene where Laura and John continue their passionate encounter in the privacy of their hotel room. Explore their desire for each other as they undress and explore each other's bodies with eager anticipation. Incorporate elements such as oral sex, bondage (using scarves to restrain Laura), blindfolding with a silk scarf, anal play using a wine bottle, double penetration fantasies fulfilled through roleplay with the bottle and John's cock. Capture the intensity of their pleasure as they reach multiple orgasms together.\n\nTags: Hotel bar encounter, stranger fantasy, sensual dress attire, intense chemistry, passionate undressing, exploration of bodies, oral sex,\nbondage with scarves,\nblindfolded sensations,\nanal play with wine bottle,\ndouble penetration roleplay,\nmultiple orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "_Oh well, here goes. I haven't done this before, so I'll give it my best shot, as they say._\n\nShe knew the instant he walked in the door of the hotel bar instinctively. The hair on the back of her neck began to tingle, & although she desperately wanted to, she refused to turn to look at him. They had arranged it like this. Neither of them knew what the other looked like in person, although they had spoken many many times about this. She knew she looked good. Sexy. Sensual. Provocative. She had bought the dress she was wearing specifically for this, & had chosen with care. True, she was a confident business woman, with a very profitable business left in the hands of her very capable assistant, but at this moment she felt very nervous.\nNervously, she lifted the glass of white wine to her coral covered lips, & sipped, more to calm her nerves than actually wanting a drink. As she swallowed, she became aware of the man standing slightly behind her. Tall, ruggedly handsome, dressed completely in black. The black Tee-shirt he wore moulded his muscular chest lovingly, & was tucked into the waist of his black jeans. She knew he had come straight from work, he had told her he would be, but she wasn't prepared for the jolt that went through at the sight of him.\n\"Laura?\" he asked, looking at her face. He already knew that she was aroused, her nipples were showing through the caramel coloured silk dress she wore, which dipped low in front, letting him know she was bra-less, & fell even lower in the back, just caressing the swell of her buttocks, leaving a wide expanse of tanned flesh open to his gaze.\n\"John\" she acknowledged, a nervous smile on her face. Her wild auburn hair had been tamed into a sleek french plait, but he knew it would only need him to remove one pin, & the whole lot would cascade down around her, falling almost to her waist. He felt a tightening in the pit of his stomach, knowing he wanted this woman. Here. Now. And he didn't care if it was in front of the patrons who were also in the bar. Without another word, he offered her his hand. She took it, & slid gracefully from the stool she was sitting on. As she stood, the dress tumbled down her thighs, falling into place just above her ankles.\nHis eyes traveled the full length of her body, smoldering glances that made her cheeks flush. He knew she was wearing little, or nothing under the dress, the way it clung to every luscious curve so lovingly told him that. Without a word, he led her to the lift in the foyer, his hand still holding hers. It felt small against his, & soft against the slight roughness of his own skin. She stepped into the lift first, & before the doors had closed completely, he had pushed her against the wall of the lift, his mouth ravaging hers hungrily.\nHer soft moan was swallowed by his tongue, as her arms came up around his neck to feel the springiness of his hair between her fingers. Consumed by a hot searing passion he had not felt for a long time, John pressed his hard body against the softness of hers, his arousal pressing hard against the softness of her lower belly. Her hips molded themselves to his, gyrating slowly, & deeply. Neither of them had noticed the lift had stopped, until they heard an embarrassed cough from behind them. Laura flushed bright red, but John just grinned at the man, who winked at him.\n\"Don't blame you, mate\" he laughed. John almost dragged Laura along the corridor to the room he knew was to be theirs. He had booked it, & she had arrived a few hours ahead of him. She gave him the key, & he quickly unlocked the door. Laura went into the room first, but hadn't gone more than a couple of steps, when she was hauled back against John's hard body. He pushed the door closed with his foot, as his mouth took hers again. This time, there was no holding back.\nLaura didn't wait to be invited, she pushed her tongue through the barrier of his lips, wanting, no needing, to feel his tongue fight with her own. John's hands were kneading her shoulders, & he pushed the dress from them easily. It pooled around her feet, & he lifted her out of it. He had been right. She wore nothing under the dress, except stockings. She was totally naked in his arms. Turning, John sat in the nearest chair, & pulled her onto his lap. His hand crept up to cup a breast, firm, tanned, with her nipples straining for his touch.\nSlowly he lowered his head to first one, then the other. She threw back her head, & let out a guttural moan, which only aroused him more. With his hand, he reached up, & unpinned her hair, letting it fall freely around the both of them. He knew she was like putty in his hands, waiting to be molded into whatever he wanted. Her hands were under the tee shirt he wore, rolling his nipples in her fingers, gently scraping them with her long finger nails, making him draw his breath in quickly. Her mouth touched his Adam's apple, her tongue hot against his skin, waiting for him to swallow. He wasn't sure he could.\nNo woman had ever done this to him before. Nature took over, & he had to swallow, her tongue moving up & down as his Adam's apple did. His hand crept along her thigh, & found the top of her stocking. Slowly, sensually, he rolled it down her leg, & off her foot, before repeating it with her other leg. His cock was pressing hard against the material of his jeans, & against her thigh, but although he knew she was more than aware of it, she ignored it, easing his Tee off over his head. She bent to kiss his nipples, as he had done with hers, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin. The sheer maleness of him made her skin tingle in anticipation of what was to come. He dragged her mouth back to his, & began to kiss her hard. Harder than he had done before.\nHer hands traveled over his chest, & belly, teasing him, as she neared the waistband of his jeans, but not actually touching them. It was almost too much for him to bear. He grabbed her hand, & held it firmly against his cock, still encased in his jeans, his tongue, deep in her throat. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. Badly. Her senses were in turmoil. This man was a total stranger to her, & yet, she had never felt so womanly in her life. Maybe she was so turned on because they were strangers. Her fingers fumbled with the unfamiliar fastening of his jeans.\n\"Damn, why did button fly jeans have to be so hard to undo?\" she thought, & then realised it wasn't the fastening that was making it so hard. It was his cock, pulsating wildly against the material, straining to be freed. She slid her hand into the opening, expecting to find more material, from his underwear, but encountered hot flesh instead.\n\"I was a boy scout. I'm always prepared\" he grinned against her mouth. \"Just like you\" Laura just smiled at him, & lowered herself to the floor, between his knees. Her lips travelled over his skin, kissing, licking, gently sucking each new inch of flesh that was exposed to her gaze, as she slid his jeans past his knees. John helped by kicking his boots off, & the jeans feel to the floor with out either of them really noticing. As her mouth, hot & eager reached his cock, John put his hands on the back of her head, & pushed it down, hard. She opened her mouth more, & took all of him into the moist warmth. Licking, sucking, tasting the full length of him.\nJohn's head was thrown back against the back of the chair, his eyes closed against the flood of passion he felt at the hands of this woman. Her mouth was sliding up & down his cock, right to the tip, & then back to the hilt, getting harder, faster, stronger with each movement. He felt his balls tighten, as did she, & she smiled up at him, his cock still in her mouth. He knew, without a shadow of doubt, if he didn't call a halt to this now, he would cum in her mouth, right there & then. Not really wanting to, he lifted her mouth from his cock, & lowered his lips to hers.\n\"I need a shower babe\" he said, & got slowly to his feet. Looking at the disappointment in her green eyes, he pulled her to her feet, & up into his arms. He kissed her hard, on the mouth, picked her up in his arms, along with her stockings, & strode purposefully into the bathroom.\nStanding her on her feet, John lightly looped the stockings around her wrists, & then over the top of the shower rail, holding her captive. There was no fear in her eyes, she knew this man would not hurt her, & so she didn't struggle against the restraints. he turned the shower on, & stepped under it, his eyes never leaving her body, so exposed as it was, to his gaze. His shower was completed quickly, but he stayed under the pounding water, letting it run down his hard body. His hands followed the path the water took, touching every part of him. John knew this was turning Laura on even more, she was wriggling, as though in discomfort, but he knew it was because she wanted him to make love to her. As his hands touched his still erect cock, she moaned out loud, & he laughed.\n\"This what you want babe?\" he asked hoarsely, moving to stand just in front of her, so that he was just out of reach to her.\n\"You know it is\" she answered.\nYou want it so bad\"\n\"You know that I do, Please John\", she pleaded, trying to free herself from the stockings holding her bound.\n\"what will you do to get it?\" he asked, enjoying the way her nipples stood erect behind the dusky aureoles.\n\"Anything\"\n\"Anything? \" he repeated.\n\"Anything. Please,\" she was almost begging him. Being so near to his cock was driving her mad. She needed him deep inside her, & she knew that John knew this. She also knew that if he was just half a step closer, she could wrap her legs around him. The hours she spent in the gym would help her in this, that she was certain of. John took the half step needed & she struck. her thighs wrapped firmly around his waist, she pushed herself down onto his cock. The sound she made sounded as though it had come from somewhere deep in her soul. Johns hands gripped her hips, pumping her up & down on his cock. He felt the moist wetness of her hot pussy tight around him, the muscles contracting & relaxing in the age old ritual.\nLaura was breathing hard, whether from the hard pumping they were doing, or from fighting the restraints, John didn't know. She was moaning as she pumped him, harder & faster with each long stroke. he felt the tightening of her body, & knew she was going to cum. He withdrew quickly, ignoring her groan, & bent to drink her juices. His mouth was working her pussy hard, sucking all the juice from her, as it poured freely. Her legs were now locked behind his head, keeping him tight to her pussy. His fingers stole up inside her, fingering her clitoris gently at first, & then harder. By now Laura was moaning loudly, her thighs tightening around his head. Swallowing her cum, John got to his feet, his hands roaming her taut body endlessly.\n\"So, you want to fuck babe?\"\n\"Now!\" she said forcefully. John grinned, & stepped behind her. He pushed his cock between her thighs, forcing her legs wide with his hands , & began to rub himself against her soaking wet pussy. From her arse, all the way to her clitoris, he teased her.\n\"You've just cum darlin',\" he said. \"You need to be teased some more first!\" And he began to push the tip of his now engorged purple cock into her pussy. he felt her start to move against him, trying to take him inside her, but he moved away slightly. She groaned in protest, but he just put his cock against her arse instead. The hot wetness against her arse was making Laura's stomach do back flips. John held her still with one hand, whilst the other found some of the cum juice from her pussy, & smeared it around the hot hole of her arse. She had done this only once before, but it had not been like this.\nShe wanted to push against John's finger, which was tracing erotic circles on her arse, each one getting nearer to the hole she so badly wanted him to penetrate. John knew by the way her breathing was labouring that she wanted him again. He also knew that he was going to take her. Just not how she thought he would. Making sure her arse was wet, as was his cock, he rammed himself into her arse. She cried out in a mixture of pain & pleasure. he hadn't meant to be so hard, but he couldn't help himself.\nOne arm held her tight against his cock, as he began to pump, the fingers of his other hand sliding into her hot pussy. He could feel himself against the wall of her inner sanctum, his fingers feeling his cock as it pumped, rhythmically in & out. He liked the feeling too. His cock & fingers struck the same rhythm, hard, fast, & very erotic. They were both breathing hard & fast, but neither wanted to end this feeling of ecstasy. His balls tightened again, & John knew he was going to cum. Laura was moaning wildly, straining to keep her body moulded to his as the pace they were taking increased. They both came at the same time. John felt the hot wetness of Laura's juices over his fingers, & released his own hot stream into her arse.\nBut before he spewed it all, he moved her around quickly, so that the last of his cum spewed over her glistening body. They both cried out loudly. His fingers were still embedded deep within her, still pumping her, draining every drop from her, till she slumped over, perspiration running down between her breasts. His fingers stilled, but stayed deep inside her, as he freed her with his other hand. She almost fell against him, so complete was her exhaustion, but he ignored that, sweeping her up against him, hard. She raised her eyes to his, & knew he wanted to fuck her again. Her tongue moistened her top lip, & she felt his swift intake of breath.\nHe pulled his fingers from her pussy, & raised them to his lips, tasting each in turn, & then letting her do the same. Licking your own cum from your partners fingers was very erotic, she found. His lips clamped down over hers as they moved back into the bedroom. She felt the edge of the bed behind her knees as her pushed her down onto the soft mattress, & fell on top of her. His lips, hands, fingers, explored every recess, crevice, & orifice of her ravaged body, bringing her back to heightened sensation much quicker than she would have thought possible. A little roughly, he hauled her up the bed. She looked at him in anticipation.\n\"You are insatiable!\" he whispered.\n\"Only with you,\" she answered, as he reached beyond her to the night stand.\nFrom it, he took 3 silk scarves. He bound her wrists to the frame of the iron bed with two, & used the third as a blindfold, covering her eyes gently. She didn't know what he was going to do, & felt a small frisson of fear, which caused her to quiver a little. \"Don't worry,\" he whispered in her ear, \"I won't hurt you, but I promise you, you will enjoy this.\"\nLaura startled as she felt something cold drip onto her breasts. It was wine from the bottle next to the bed. John dribbled it down the length of her body, following it with his tongue, lapping it up as he went. this was a completely new sensation to Laura, & she began to squirm under the delicious torment of his experienced tongue. She felt him get up off the bed, & heard him moving around. This made her a little nervous, she could hear but not see, & she was wary of what he was doing.\nThen she felt his hands on her foot. he gently bound her feet with the stockings from the bathroom, tying them to the foot of the bed. She was now completely at his mercy. her arms & legs were bound to the bed, her legs wide open, exposing her pussy to him. She felt him kneel between her thighs, & then something cold on her pubic mound. His tongue followed it. She guessed it was more of the wine. More of it dribbled into the lips of her pussy, waiting for him to taste it.\nHis tongue began to lick it from her , & then start to dart in & out of her pussy, licking, biting gently but hard enough to make her cry out. Her cries spurred him on more, & his tongue began a furious pace. He knew she was working up to cumming again, & wondered how many times this woamn COULD cum, before she was completely empty & spent. His cock, although spent, was not flaccid. it was in fact erect & ready to go again, but he didn't want that. he wanted to take this woman to the limits of her endurance, before he fucked her again, hoping that he would be able to keep his own needs under control. Still he continued to suck & nibble her pussy.\nShe almost screamed when she came, so high was her pleasure. John was still tasting her cum, his tongue spreading it over her pussy, trimmed pubic hair, thighs & arse. Then he moved. Laura knew he wanted to fuck her again, she could feel his cock pulsating against her inner thigh, but he was making no attempt to fuck her. then she heard him pouring wine in to the two glasses she knew were at the side of the bed. He put his hand under her head, raising it a little, so that she could drink form the glass he held to her lips. It felt so sensual to drink this way, she thought.\nAfter a few sips, John moved the glass away. She heard him drink a little, then fill the glasses up again, before she felt him move again. This time , he slid over her body, his legs either side of her head, his cock, hard & erect, at the entrance of her mouth. As she opened her mouth, as he had known she would, his mouth took possession of her pussy again. The classic 69 position. Laura was not inexperienced, she had an ex husband & four kids at home, but never had he done this to her. Not like this, with this much intensity, & passion.\nShe sucked on John's cock, rolling her tongue around the tip, into the hole his cum had so recently spewed from, tasting it, still a little salty from his cum, & heard him groan. His hips began to grind his cock further & further into the deepest recesses of her throat, whilst his tongue kept up it's relentless assault on her pussy. Faster he pumped, harder she sucked, wanting him to cum in her mouth. She needed to taste it, feel it hitting the back of her throat, to swallow it down hungrily. But she also knew she was dangerously near to cumming again. So did John. He raised his head from her pussy, her juices all around the edges of his mouth, & slid his cock out of her mouth. \"NO\" she wailed.\n\"Don't worry princess, you'll get it back in a minute,\" he said. She felt him move slightly, & then move back over her again. he had turned around, so now he was facing her rather than away from her. She felt him lowering himself to her again, & then felt the hot pressure of his lips on hers. She felt one of his hands opening her pussy wide, as wide as he could, & wondered why he was doing that. the next minute, she knew. John pushed home hard, something cold, & she screamed. His mouth swallowed the scream, & as it subsided, & she became used to the feeling in the pit of her stomach, he raised his mouth from hers.\n\"I won't hurt you babe,\" he said. \"It's just the empty wine bottle.\" As his lips clamped over hers again, he began to move the bottle in & out of her soaking wet pussy. Her hips rode up & down to the pace he set. Slow at first, letting her get used to the feel of the cold glass inside her, & then faster, his tongue mirroring the movements of the bottle. Laura was moaning, but his kiss drowned out the sound, her hips lifting & falling to the rhythm. He dragged his lips from hers, & slid down her body, to see the bottle ramming in & out of her most secret place. She was taking most of it, he had known she would, but he had underestimated the effect it had on his own needs.\nSeeing this woman riding the wine bottle like this was more of a turn on than he had thought it would be. Despite all his efforts, he knew he was going to have to take this woman again. Now. Hard. Fast. Then he had another idea. he ceased the movements of the bottle, & heard her whimper. He took one of the pillows from the top of the bed, & slid it under her hips, raising them slightly. then he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her hole. She sighed sexily, & eased herself towards it. John took the bottle, & placed at the entrance to her arse, but just out of reach for Laura to feel it. As he leant down to kiss her again, his cock pushed into her pussy, & the bottle rammed home in her arse. This time he didn't drown out her scream, but let it ring out around the room. \n\"Remember you once told me you wanted double penetration?\" he asked. Laura just nodded her head, trying not to late the tears that had sprung to her eyes roll down her cheeks. the initial pain she had felt was now dissipating, & turning into something else.\n\"Well I'm too greedy to share you with another man, so this was the next best thing. You ready to ride both of us?\" but without waiting for her reply, he push began to thrust forward. He could feel the bottle against his cock through her vaginal wall, & it turned him on even more than feeling himself with his own hand had done in the shower. Laura was crying out, but riding him & the bottle with equal vigour. John could feel her juices start to dribble down his cock, & he rammed the bottle home harder. Laura screamed, & bucked her hips, but still she tightened the muscles in her arse to hold the bottle inside. This also let her hold on to Johns cock tighter too. John knew he was going to cum, hard & fast, & threw back his head.\nAs they came together, Laura's cry was drowned out by the roar from John. She felt the hot stream of his cum firing inside her, & tightened her pelvic muscles around his cock. She let them go a little, then tightened them again, making him roar even more, as she drained him of every last drop of cum he had. Spent, he lay down next to her, removing the wine bottle gently. He untied her hands, & the blindfold, & enfolded her in his arms, his fingers gently brushing away the last of the tears from her cheek. His other hand slowly, gently caressed her arse. It felt so hot under his hand. He knew he was the cause of it, but he also knew he would have stopped if Laura had asked him to. She threw her arm across his chest, & nestled her head into his shoulder, her leg thrown across his thigh.\n\"Are you okay?\" he asked gently.\n\"I'm fine,\" she replied. \"Just a little hot in places.\"\n\"Would you like a drink?\"\n\"No, but you have one if you want one. I'll just rest here for a few minutes.\"\n\"And then what?\" he asked, a grin stealing across his face.\n\"Then it's MY turn to have some fun!\" she answered." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In a daring and unexpected encounter, a nineteen-year-old woman finds herself blindfolded and tied to a four-poster bed in a secluded country hotel room. With anticipation coursing through her veins, she surrenders control to an older man she has only spoken to on the phone. As he explores every inch of her body with his tongue and fingers, he takes pleasure in teasing her relentlessly, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy time and time again. Finally, when she can no longer resist the overwhelming desire building within her, he enters her with his throbbing cock and they share an explosive climax together. Now untied but still blindfolded, she discovers that he has left without revealing his identity or appearance. Intrigued by their electrifying connection, she eagerly awaits their next encounter where they will explore new levels of pleasure without the blindfold.\"\n\nTags: erotic romance, BDSM elements, age gap fantasy, anonymous encounters" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You ever get that feeling, \"How on earth did I get here?\" You know, the one where your nerves just about get the better of you, but not quite, because you know there's something good happening at the same time as you're frightened out of your wits?\nWell, that was how I felt, lying on the bed, naked, blindfold and soaking wet between my legs.\n\nHow I did get there was a mixture of coincidence and bravery I suppose.\nHe was someone I talked with on the telephone a lot. He didn't live close, but he dealt with the company I work for and I was his main contact. I suppose we'd been talking with each other at least a couple of months when he told me he was looking forward to a weekend away in the country. I asked him where and he told me, and about the hotel he was staying at. He told me he went there a lot—it was quiet, had good food and great rooms, all with four-poster beds.\n\"Oh wow,\" I gushed, \"that is such a fantasy of mine.\" Previously we'd never even flirted, but the thought of the four-poster bed was something I loved and couldn't help myself from excitedly telling him, \"I have this dream about making love in a four-poster bed with an older man.\"\nHe laughed, friendly and amused. I asked him what was funny. \"Nothing,\" he answered, \"can I ask what age you are?\"\nNineteen,\" I answered, truthfully.\nI heard him kind of sniff at the other end of the line. \"Well, at least I fit into the 'older man' category.\" There was just a tiny pause while he weighed up his next words. \"You should let me know if you ever want to turn that fantasy into reality. I have a fantasy of my own that would fit right in.\"\nI kind of laughed it off at the time, but that short conversation had my mind working overtime for days. When, two weeks later, he hadn't mentioned it again, I just couldn't go on any longer and had to bring it up again. \"You know that place in the country you know, with the four-poster beds...\"\nHe laughed a little, maybe just a bit nervously too. \"Yeah, the place where fantasies come true.\"\nI think in the end it only took a few minutes to arrange our meeting for the very next weekend. He would book the room, I would arrive in the early evening, go up to the room and read the instructions he left there for me. If I wanted to back out at any time, I could, no problem.\nQuite how I made it through those days without wearing out either my pussy or my vibrator, I'll never know. I'd never done anything like this before and couldn't believe how exciting it was, keeping me horny and wet every waking hour it seemed—and a few of my unconscious ones too I think. I was going to sleep with a man I'd never met, never seen even, in a four-poster bed. It was so scintillating, stimulating and downright horny.\nWhen I got to the room he'd left the promised note. Expecting a simple \"I'll be there at... get ready for dinner\" I was blown away by his instructions, and my excitement managed to find yet another notch on a scale I previously didn't know existed. I'll never forget that note as long as I live. \"Take all of your clothes off. Under the pillow you will find a blindfold, put it on... tight. Lie on the bed, and wait for me.\n\nI heard the door open and the light fall of his footsteps as he came into the room.\nI knew he could see me, completely naked and vulnerable. I knew he was looking at my pert breasts, with their small, pointy nipples. I knew he would be looking closely at my neatly trimmed pussy. I had my legs quite tightly together, but still suspected he could see at least a little of my excited and swollen pussy lips. God, he might even have been able to smell me, I was so damned wet.\n\"Do you trust me?\" asked a familiar voice.\nI would've thought that lying naked and blindfold in front of someone I'd never met portrayed a certain degree of trust, but I nodded anyway, not sure if my throat was moist enough to make any sound.\n\"Good,\" he said in a reassuring voice. \"Do everything I ask and we'll both have an experience we'll never forget. But please, if you want me to stop, tell me. You still trust me?\"\nThis time I managed to make a small \"yes\" sound.\n\"You have a beautiful body.\" I heard him walk around the bed, obviously watching me, examining me. \"You have the most exquisite skin, wonderful breasts and... oh, such a lovely pussy. Can you spread your legs a little for me? Please?\"\nI did, just a little. Knowing he was looking at me down there wile I spread for him was incredible and the burning inside my increased, the blood-flow to my pussy intensified.\n\"Please put your arms up for me. Spread out a little.\"\nI did, easing my arms away from my side and across the bed. My legs moved just a little wider too. Oh, the exquisite pleasure of knowing what he was looking at, but not knowing what he was doing.\n\"You have nice hands too.\"\nHe touched me for the first time, taking my hand and moving it further away from my body, above my head and out towards the corner of the bed. Then came the moment I'd not anticipated—I felt something silky being wrapped around my wrist. My pulse raced a little when I felt the knot tighten, but I could sense something about his movements that led me to trust him. I relaxed my arm and let him pull it away from me a little more. I knew he was tying me to the post of the bed.\nFrom then on, we exchanged surprisingly few words. I felt him take my other wrist and repeat the tying procedure, then move down to my left ankle. I consciously relaxed the muscles as he wrapped what felt like a silk scarf around the ankle, tied it and pulled it tight against the post. When he finished my other ankle I was spread, vulnerable and I believe I started to smile a little. The thought of what he was about to do, and the fact that I had no idea what it was, was just the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.\nI heard some rustling sounds that sounded like he was getting undressed. So wrapped up in what he was doing and how I was feeling, I'd forgotten he was probably still fully-clothed. Hell, I'd forgotten that I had no idea what he looked like!\nThe rustling stopped and I felt some lighter footsteps bring him back to the bedside. It seemed like time stopped right then as I wondered what would happen next, not that I was either in a position to, or wanted to stop it. Then I felt the very lightest of touches brush across my lips. Instinctively, I flicked the end of my tongue out to touch the end of his finger, realizing for the first time that it was almost the only movement I could make towards him. I opened my mouth and felt him softly caress my lips before moving on to brush his fingers across my cheek.\nWithout letting his fingers pause, or leave contact with my skin, he drew his hand down over my chin, down my neck and across my right shoulder. He paused there, massaging the skin with little round movements, and I suspect, making me wait just a little longer for what he was going to do next.\nHe felt all around my left breast before touching the nipple, squeezing the flesh gently, making both of them stand up even more than they were already. When he finally did set his fingers on my nipple he squeezed wonderfully firmly, shooting a wave of ecstasy down through my body, straight to my pussy. I knew I was squirming beneath his touch, but couldn't help it. When his other hand came unseen to play with my other nipple, I was sure I was ready to orgasm right there.\nIt was a little surprise when he took his fingers away. I felt myself breathing harder than I thought I was and beginning to cross that wonderful line between desire and need. Then I felt his tongue begin to swirl around my breast. Underneath the blindfold I closed my eyes and let my body take over itself completely. This was just too good.\nThere was nothing to expect, because I couldn't see anything, hence when I felt his fingertips make contact with my pussy lips I simply smiled and willed him to do anything he wanted with me, preferably soon.\nBut, unlike my body, he was in no hurry. I felt him ease himself to kneel on the bed and while his tongue and lips continued to tease and suck at my nipples, his fingers moved up and down my pussy, touching but not pressing, feeling my wetness but not parting my pussy lips any more than my position and swollen state. It seemed to go on forever, that wonderful feather touch, wandering around the lines of my pussy, swirling around the whole, teasing me and making me squirm. Once or twice I consciously made myself squirm upwards, trying to encourage his finger to be a little more adventurous, but his touch was so light and in tune with my body that he managed to move with me and keep his fingers at the gates of heaven.\nHe had a knack of doing things just when I wasn't expecting it, probably a feeling enhanced by the fact that I couldn't see what he was doing. Just when I thought he was going to slip his finger where I wanted it most, he withdrew his hand altogether, and then take away his mouth from my breast. Without knowing why, I imagined him lifting his finger to his nose to smell me, savor me.\nI felt his weight shift around on his knees but couldn't tell which way he was facing. Another surprise was to hear his voice again, we'd been so long without words now. \"I love looking at you,\" he said, his voice breathy and slightly higher pitched than before. \"You look so good there. You must feel ready for me.\"\nThat was when I knew he was going to give me what I really wanted, his cock. I knew it had to be throbbing and hard. There was no way it could be anything but, that atmosphere in the room was so incredibly charged with eroticism and anticipation.\nBut of course, he didn't. I thought I'd felt him move down the bed and position himself to ease over me and into me, but it was that delightful tongue of his that I felt, lightly lapping at my, now huge, pussy lips. I sighed, feeling a new wave of sensations start yet another fire heading for that special place deep inside my pussy.\nWhen he found my clit I almost yelped, it was so excited and sensitive. And that was it, I came—a flooding, washing wave of sheer pleasure that tensed my muscles and stopped my heart while it set all my nerves on a new setting of \"High Ecstasy\". I realized I had been moaning loudly for several seconds as his tongue continued to work around my clit as well as dart between my lips every so often. As I started to come down from the climax I felt my pussy muscles ease a little and he felt it too, easing his tongue deeper than before, helping to keep my pleasure levels as high as only I'd ever been able to do before—none of my previous lovers had been able to approach this.\nI thought he would give me a break as he eased away and I started to relax all of my body after its pleasure trip. But, always keeping surprise on his side, he didn't waste any time in moving on.\nThat was not his finger or tongue touching me. I knew there was only one thing in this world felt as soft, yet hard, as that... a wonderful, beautiful, aroused cock.\nThe head of his cock felt warm and hard as it butted up to my pussy lips and started gently easing up and down my slit. Apart from the sensation of gently being prized apart, I got the feeling he was maneuvering himself, coating his cock in my juices. In my mind I could see him kneeling in front of me, holding his erection in his hand and wiping it up and down me, making him as slick and horny as I was. For once I was right and this was confirmed when I felt him reach over and use his free hand to start working my nipples again, first one, then the other.\nAll my feelings of nervousness had given way to wantonness now as I pulled at the silk around my wrist, vainly wanting to reach around this stranger's back and pull him into me. I felt the same with my legs, tethered as my knees fought to pull up and open me wider. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think that the most erotic experience of my life would be with a man who I'd never set eyes on. But this was better than any dream, this was way beyond the bounds of anything I could imagine, pleasure beyond the reach of imagination—the true power of great sex.\nWhen he entered me, it was swift and complete, all the way in and filling me like I'd never been filled before. He felt huge as he settled deep inside me, resting, savoring the moment for both of us. I felt his legs rest against the insides of mine, his hard chest lean his weight on me and his freshly shaven cheek against mine. As we lay there, lost to the simplicity of the coupling, he whispered one simple word that summed up the moment, \"sweet.\"\nHis first few strokes inside me were long and very slow. I felt tighter than usual as the ridge of his cockhead moved against the walls of my pussy, increasing my excitement and making me feel the wondrous pleasure of a cock doing what it was made for. Now I knew why I'd wanted this to be with an older man. How he could refrain from coming right there, I will never know.\nHe eased away from me now, taking all of his weight on his arms and allowing him to make even longer thrusts, deeper inside me. It was on the fourth or fifth stroke that I realized what he was doing. Not only was his cock stimulating me as it ran up and down the inside of me, but now he was managing to grind hard into me and up against my clit. As I felt his body press me in all of the right areas I'm sure I could almost feel the hood of my clit start to pull back as he caught me again with each new stroke.\n\"Oh God,\" I whispered, knowing my next time around wasn't far away. \"You feel so good. I'm going to...\"\nHe knew. He slowed down his stroke and let his body grind even more with each thrust. I swear I felt him grow even bigger in those final few strokes. The fact was that he was controlling his moment, waiting for me. He didn't have long to wait. With everything else going on, I felt the rush start somewhere around my tummy and take the slow train for the short journey to my pussy.\n\"I'll come on your belly,\" he said, obviously with more control than I had.\n\"No,\" I urged, knowing there were only seconds left, \"inside. Now.\"\nYou couldn't split us with a stopwatch. On his final stroke I felt him push extra hard and felt his thighs begin to shudder. At that moment the rush was too much and my head exploded into a huge firework display while the rest of my consciousness concentrated on the hot and hard spurt of his come deep inside me. All through his orgasm he was whispering \"God\" over and over while his legs shook, almost like they were trying to wring the last of his cream from his balls.\nAs our moments subsided, he relaxed, slipped out and lay beside me. I felt our breathing return to normal and started to feel a new anticipation—seeing my new lover for the first time.\n\nBut there was one final surprise in store for me that day.\nHe got up and walked to the bathroom (later I figured that he'd quickly got dressed while he was cleaning up). Then, without a word, he started to untie my feet, then my arms. As he undid the last one, I started to reach for the blindfold when he gently reached for my hand and stopped me. \"Not yet,\" he whispered.\nI smiled and complied, sitting back on the bed and awaiting the next surprise. That came when the room door gently closed. I grabbed at the blindfold and pulled it away. Once I'd blinked the light away from my eyes I looked around the room and confirmed what I thought had happened. He was gone.\nI was still naked and wandering aimlessly around the room looking for signs of him. Then I saw the second note.\n\"I hope you enjoyed. I would've stayed, but if I had, we would never be able to do this again. I want to do this again, with and then without the blindfold next time. I'll be talking to you...\"\nI smiled. Yes, I would be talking to him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and intense relationship between the protagonist and Tom as they navigate their sexual desires and push each other's boundaries. Write a scene where they engage in rough, dominant sex, with Tom taking control and exploring his dominant side. Incorporate elements such as spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, and multiple orgasms. Highlight the power dynamic between them as they both embrace their desires for pleasure and submission. Don't forget to include details about their physical connection, such as the size of Tom's cock, how it stretches her pussy or fills her mouth, and how she eagerly takes him deep inside her various orifices. Tags: BDSM, dominance/submission, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was 23 when I broke up with my only boyfriend of almost a decade. So when, 3 months later, a bunch of my best girl friends asked me to come out for drinks I was quite reluctant. Then they told me there was gonna be 4 boys and wanted a fourth woman there I flatly refused.\nUntold texts, and phone calls and loads of begging later and the promise of free, expensive white wine, I agreed on the understanding I was there purely to fill numbers. Sarah was with her long-term b/f, Mike, who brought 3 of his single friends (Richard, Finn and Tom) and she took three of hers. Myself, Lucy and Veronica. Lucy wanted Finn and Veronica her hey eyes on Richard. I had met Finn before but none of the other guys.\nThe meal\nI was tactfully paired up with Tom. He was late 20s, and a truly lovely guy but I was still hurting far too much. It was all made a lot easier by the fact that I simply did not fancy him. He was quite a bit overweight, sweaty and wore glasses. So a lovely time was had with all, eating expensive food, laughing with friends and drinking loads of alcohol.\nAs the evening went on and the wine was quaffed with no restraint the more the face of my ex- got blurred in my mind, the more I realised how desperate for a phuk I was and the more offended I got when ppl referred to him as \"Fat Boy\" to his face. So I was quite pleased when Sara had a minor argument with Mike who got drunk and behaved like an uncouth lout, and neither Lucy nor Veronica got their man. Just to spite them, when Tom asked me if he could take me home, I smiled politely, thanked him and took him up on his offer. I'll never forget their faces!\nHe had had a fair bit to drink too, but I think with his 18+ stone of weight, 6'2\" of height the huge amount of food he had over a 4 hour period he was much more sober than me. I offered him another drink and we sat on the sofa and chatted. I asked him if he wanted to sleep it off on my sofa which he accepted so we carried on drinking and chatting and one thing led to another. I had had a lot to drink and had become a total animal. I still didn't fancy him despite all the alcohol but it had just turned into one of those awesome nights where you say \"phuk it\" to everything in your life.\nBack at mine\nWe started kissing and soon we were rolling on the floor throwing our clothes this way and that. I clambered on top of him (no way I was letting that get on top of me, no matter how drunk I was!) I was in a real state but I remember thinking to myself as I wrapped my hand around his half chub: \"Hello.... Fat Boy!\"\nI wiggled on top of him and when he was fully erect I tried getting him into me. I swear if I was not drunk as phuk and incredibly horney I would not have dared try. It was an immense thing with an incredible girth. It bounced off his big belly playfully and reached as far up as his belly button. I tried to wiggle down on it and it jabbed angrily back at me. He helped by holding my buttocks open wide and once he hit the right spot he lowered me onto him.\nI braced myself, not knowing what to expect and dug my long nails onto his soft, wobbly man-boobs. As he eagerly inserted that thing into me I bit my lower lip and within seconds I had my first orgasm. **< G1-B0>**\nI cannot explain it. That thing filled me up perfectly; with plenty to spare! Combined with my emotional state, not to mention how long I had gone without a thorough phuking, I was cumming happily within seconds.\nI held on tight, I knew I was in for a rough ride tonight. I bounced a few more times on him. It was delicious. The room was spinning around and I held onto his hands to steady myself. He smiled at me and helped steady me, as I tried my best to contain my happiness. Wave upon wave of delirious warmth emanating from my surprised pussy filled me up and between sobs of pleasure all I could do was laugh out loud.\nEventually, that was brought to a sudden end as he exploded inside me and his face of pure ecstasy and his moans of bestial delight pushed me over the edge once more and made me orgasm again with him. It was amazing! **< G2-B1>**\nExhausted I flopped onto him breathless. He was still breathing heavily and his hands roamed my body as we calmed our selves. It was getting late. I was getting well sleepy and wanted to cuddle up to my big, fat bear and go to sleep (I felt I had earned to right to call him that!).\nBut he had different plans. He obviously got little attention from girls and I could tell he was pretty inexperienced. He wanted to make the most of this and though I was feeling quite weak now, his attentions were flattering.\nHe lay me on my back and buried his face between my legs. He was really sweet, gentle and patient. Though he got me quite aroused again, he lacked the experience to fully satisfy me. Eventually he lay on his side beside me and I noticed he was fully erect again. It was truly a huge cock and he manoeuvred me onto my side and with all the room we had on the floor we got into a lying down doggy position.\nThis suited me fine because I was feeling quite lazy and sleepy. The room still swirled so I held onto the carpet and braced as he gently eased himself inside me again. I soon woke up with a surprised start! Left to his own devices he managed to get more of himself inside me. He carried on humping and I adjusted the angle so that his thick cock rubbed my G-spot. His angry administrations, though somewhat inexperienced, were delirious. Soon I was clutching at the leg of the sofa desperately, sobbing as my pussy flushed a huge, deep, warm and incredibly wet orgasm all over his thick member. **< G3-B1>**\nHe held me tight and kept on pumping my soaking pussy and having recently cum he was able to carry on thrusting. He slowed a little to allow me to enjoy myself and as he eased into me, my pussy involuntarily clutched his cock in appreciation. This continued for a few more minutes and then he knelt beside me and picked up pace. I was being used, quite happily so, by a huge cock that was getting frantic for another explosion. But I beat him to it. Howling in exasperated surprise I came again and a few moments later he exploded inside me again. **< G4-B2>**\nHe collapsed on the floor beside me and cuddled up to me. He slid one arm under my head and cradled me. We were a mess. Sweaty, smelly, drunk, exhausted and as his thick cock calmed, our juices trickled out of me; thick, warm and copious. As my pussy tried to cuddle up to his softening cock he held me tight and soon we were both fast asleep.\nWhen I woke up I was a wreck. Parched and hung over. Quick drink of water, visit the loo another drink of water and then I went over to Tom who was still asleep on the floor. I kicked him and he moaned. Gave him a drink of water and told him I was off to bed as it was still dark. I invited him to join me and just as I was drifting off again I felt him clamber into bed with me. He started rubbing his thick, hardening cock on me again but I was having none of it. Fortunately he got the message and left me alone. Soon I was fast asleep again.\nSaturday\nWhen I next woke up it was at least day time. Tom was still cuddled up to me fast sleep. I took another sip of water and though I was getting hungry and felt yucky from all the shenanigans of the night before I was too comfy and warm here. I nuzzled into Tom some more. His big, warm soft body was perfect for lazy mornings. I gave a little wiggle of my bum into his crotch. Even limp his cock was impressive. I drifted off again for a bit and when I woke up I repeated my little wiggle. Only this time he whispered into my ear:\n\"You can't wiggle like that and I expect me to leave you alone!\" I laughed and wiggled again and his cock was growing again. He kissed my back with fervour and helped himself to my boobs and bum as I kept wiggling. Soon, his cock, fully erect was resting in the cleft of my bum cheeks and pressed against his belly.\n\"I need to get deep inside that crazy bum of yours!\" He announced wrapping his strong arms around me.\n\"Not a chance!\" I laughed.\n\"Then I shall have me a double helping of pussy!\"\nHe rolled me only my stomach and pressed his thick helmet onto my pussy. I arched my back slightly and opened my buttocks with my hands. He guided his helmet into me and let a huge drop of saliva land onto his cock. Soon he was inside me again. With a grunt from him and a wiggle from me, we were at it again and sure enough it took only a few thrusts for me to be groaning and panting, burying my head into the pillow as an amazing orgasm came galloping over my entire, helpless body. **< G5-B2>**\nHe pressed on, resting more and more of his weight into me and soon a massive piston was relentlessly thumping away at my pussy. I could only breathe in short, sharp gasps as my outstretched pussy squelched with sodden glee. My cervix had no idea what hit it, literally! A few minutes of that and he rested back on his knees. His cock still firmly planted inside me he used his hands to ruby back, shoulders, stroke my hair and play with my bum.\n\"Need a break or I will cum again!\" He exclaimed panting. I just laughed and wiped my hair out of my face and sweaty brow. He opened up my bum and admired me telling me how sexy I was. He stroked his cock as half of it was still inside me then moved his thumb towards my bum hole. He spat on my bum hole again and moved his thumb in delirious, slow circular motions. I was in heaven.\nThen he pressed slightly and the tip of his thumb vanished inside me. My bum convulsed around the rude intrusion and my pussy clenched at his hard cock. Both my holes were being serviced and I was one very happy girl. He wiggled his thumb slightly and tried rocking at the same time. But his big beer-belly got in the way of any further administrations. He pulled his finger out with a sudden, painful yank and manoeuvred himself on top of me.\nHe got furious with me again. Then even more so and as he bounced on me, we both bounced together on the bed. If I had not been so worried about the state of my poor pussy I would be worried about the bed. But I was not able of any cognitive thought. Instead, I growled and swore as his angry piston refused to relent until another scary orgasm took me to the heights of bliss, did a loop and then spun me round and round before depositing me breathless and content onto my bed again. **< G6-B2>**\nHe then sat back on his knees again, pulled his long, hot cock out of my swollen pussy and groaning he stroked the length of it with one hand as he rested on my bum. I tried my best to look back as I was pinned under his weight; I just had to watch. His tool was long and thick and swollen and very, very angry. He wanked himself two or three times slowly. The foreskin barely managing to cover his huge helmet. It was very impressive and an amazing turn on. Then he held still and a similarly impressive bolt of thick, white, hot spunk flew out of him.\nHis relief was evident and despite it splashing in my face, I was transfixed. He groaned again and another splurt splashed all over my back, my hair and my bum. I could not help but grin evilly thinking of that monster releasing its hideous load TWICE inside my poor little pussy last night. He carried on stroking and the jolts of jism kept on coming until my back was covered! **< G6-B3>**\nThen he let go of his cock which flopped heavily on my bum. I just flopped back on the bed and laughed out loud heartily. When he composed himself a little, he started stroking my slippery-with-spunk bum and got his thumb back into my bum. That stopped me giggling!\nNow he was giggling at me. \"You are a mess!\" he informed me.\n\"Yeah and whose fault is that?\" He carried on gently wiggling his thumb in my bum. It was ticklish and a lovely new sensation. We were both very satisfied now and getting playful. He spat a huge drop of saliva. It got really slippery and more of his thumb vanished inside my bum. He wiggled it and laughed.\n\"What ya doing there, big boy?\" I asked.\n\"Well, if my cock is too big....?\" He hung a clumsy question mark at the end of his statement.\n\"No chance, matey!\" I informed him laughing.\n\"That's fine, of course, but you have a gorgeous bum and I love playing with it!\"\nI didn't reply, I just lay back down, relishing his administrations. He took advantage and got a couple of fingers in my pussy and gently finger phuked me while his thumb wiggled inside me. All the while he applied more and more saliva and kept me really well lubricated. Inexperienced he might have been but the boy was keen to learn and eager to... \"apply\" himself.\nFrankly, if I had not been so hungry, thirsty, hung over and grim I could have happily let him go to town on me all day. I could not even remember the face of my stupid ex-bf and now the texts from the girls were beginning to come through. Eventually I excused myself from his clutch and clambered off the bed. My skin was beginning to pinch painfully under the sheet of solidifying spunk on me. I said I needed a shower so left him. He fell asleep on the bed again while I cleaned myself thoroughly, ate something, drank lots of water and allowed myself a bit of time for my head ache to subside.\nThe girls were eager to find out what happened but I was reluctant to tell them much. I knew they would take the piss out of me and Tom and call him \"fat boy\", which I was really detesting now. So I held my horses. When Tom stirred he started getting dressed.\n\"Hungry?\" I asked.\n\"Sure\" He said.\n\"What's the hurry?\"\n\"Dunno -- don't wanna impose...\"\n\"Plans?\"\n\"None\"\n\"Get your clothes back off, go have a shower, and I'll get you coffee and breakfast?\"\n\"Sure? Awesome!\"\nAll I could think about when I heard the water being turned on was his cock. Big, thick and beautiful and now, glistening clean and fragrant. This toast and coffee was doing wonders for my head ache and hunger but the same was not true about my pussy. It had remained vacant for so long that it was getting its own back at me.\nHe stepped out of the shower, clutching a towel around his huge midriff. It was not big enough to properly wrap around him so he had to hold it there. And I was there waiting for him. Coffee in one hand I took him by the hand and sat him in the sofa. I gave him the coffee which he took after a shy, confused pause.\n\"Sit back and relax... \" I ordered.\nHis cock was indeed nice and clean now and limp. I loved it. Helpless in my hands it squirmed this way and that and it ended up in my mouth. He chuckled nervously but soon started relaxing and had a swig from his coffee. I took my time on him and thankfully his cock took a while to respond. I loved it limp because I was able to fit it in my mouth and properly play with it.\nBut my expert administrations soon ended that. It got harder and bigger and thicker and stronger. He put his coffee down half-finished and sat way back relaxing, resting his head back and closing his eyes.\nBut I was having more fun than him. I worshipped that thing and even found myself falling in love with it. I would get it really hard and angry then let it calm again and let it soften and repeat. Tom was clearly in heaven now but his frustration was growing and there was only so much he could take. I gingerly kissed his swollen helmet -- it only just fitted in my mouth and wrapped both hands around the base. It looked magnificent. I slowly moved my hands up and down as my tongue danced on his purple head. I kissed his fraenulum and played and teased relentlessly.\nBut he had had enough. He reached down and grabbed my head. He guided me and shoved his cock in my mouth and then tried to mouth-phuk me. It was quite comedic. There was no hope. I spluttered and gagged so he stood up and we swapped places. He could move quickly for a fat boy when he wanted to! And the way his massive cock bounced about was idyllic. He only briefly went down on me and I think that was purely by some misplaced sense of reciprocity.\nBut I indulged him and in return he got me nice and wet. Then he stood up and made me kneel on the sofa. He placed his swollen cock at the opening of my pussy and pushed. He was not in the mood to be gentle any more. He pushed more and more of himself into my exposed pussy. I held my bum airborne as much as possible to ease the uncomfortable transition. Soon he had several, thick inches inside me and I could feel yet another orgasm building inside me unchecked.\nI bit down on one of the cushions. Note to self: \"Choose positions that give ME the control -- he is not to be trusted with that thing!\" But my thoughts were soon lost. Another incredible orgasm was inevitable as my G-spot got abused violently. I was a very happy girl. I howled and yelped and as my juices flooded my pussy and his cock his entry got easier. Deeper and deeper he delved into me and the room began spinning again. **< G7-B3>**\nI was in love. His inexperience was no longer an issue as he was enthusiastic and was keen to learn. He phuked me hard in that crumpled up doggy position for ages giving me yet another ferocious orgasm followed by countless little orgasms that reduced me to a simpering wretch for ages.\nThen suddenly he withdrew. I looked back and smiled. He was a state. All read, out of breath and sweaty....\n\"You need another shower!\" I laughed. He had the most evil wicked grin on his face. He rested his thick cock on my pussy.\n\"Had to stop.... or blow!\"\nI laughed again and inched backwards. He kept still. Soon I was phuking him. I would sink a few inches into me the pull out completely. Then repeat. When the teasing got too much he would smack my bum. Gently at first but he got rougher and rougher. When I asked him to stop he said:\n\"It's all up to you. Phuk me proper and make me cum. Carry on teasing and you get your bum smacked!\"\nIt was glorious. I carried on teasing as much as I possibly could. My bum was really stinging now. He growled and slapped me and swore at me and I just wanted this to be prolonged as much as possible. But my pussy was sore and so was my bum.\n\"I want you to cum!\" I said.\n\"Me too...\" He was almost pleading with me. He could tell I was serious and he had quit messing now.\n\"I'm gonna phuk you till you cum, ok?\"\n\"Please!\" he was growling now.\nI placed his helmet in my pussy and wiggled gently. He rested his hands on my bum gently. He still refused to take any action other than to stand there. So I steadied myself and rocked my bum back with all my heart. He vanished inside me with loud squelch and I went cross eyed. This was the first time I had all of it inside me. I instantly pulled away and it was all I could do to keep him inside me for fear of him hitting me again. I took a few deep breaths and repeated. He vanished inside me and I screamed.\nAgain I pulled out and bounced myself on him, his entire length vanishing painfully inside me. But the pain was bizarrely addictive. Again and again I repeated a single, deep, hard, stroke that made him vanish inside me and all my insides squelched and my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet another, incredibly deep and satisfying orgasm grabbed me. This time it felt like was starting in my stomach. My heart raced, my legs trembled and my pussy flooded once more. **< G8-B3>**\nMy eyes were streaming and I could no longer howl as there was precious little air left in my lungs. It was amazing. I repeated a few more times and his glorious cock sent wave upon wave of incredible emanations all over my body. Then he grabbed my tiny waist with his fat, strong hands. He was now begging me to keep still. He hammered himself deep into me like I had done before only he held me tight in place. His nutsack, that was bouncing all over me moments ago, slapped against my pussy and his cock stretched my pussy incredibly. His helmet rubbed my cervix and I shivered. \nHe jerked and growled. As he exploded inside me there was simply no more room. His cock filled me up completely and as I throbbed around his huge volume, my juices and his, squirted out of me. He jerked again and his seed drowned my pussy. Again and again he flushed my insides with his huge load and then he simply collapsed onto the floor as I flopped onto the sofa. **< G8-B4>**\nWe were both a wreck and I was sore for days. The rest of the day was spent chatting and we watched a movie cuddle up on the sofa before going to bed early. I had had 8 tremendous orgasms in under 24 hours, not to mention all the little, baby orgasms I could not count. I slept like a log.\nTomorrow\nWhen we woke up on Sunday he informed me it was about time he reminded himself what his flat looked like. I reluctantly agreed but only after I made him cum once more. I had still not had him cum in mouth. His cock was glorious and I did not know when I would get this chance again. I took advantage of his amazing morning glory and gobbled it up. I used both hands to help me out and expertly brought him closer to orgasm. Them would pause and wrap my tits around his cock. This gave him a chance to calm. I admired his japs-eye, dilated and huge, I was quite scared it would blast me in my face.\nBut I used copious amounts of saliva and teased him with, what I thought were, my fairly big tits. But they struggled to properly wrap around his cock. It was magnificent and look on his face was all the reward I needed. I switched back to pumping his cock with both hands and flicking my tongue all over his helmet. Occasionally I would alter technique and sometimes I would let go completely and play with his heavy nutsack.\nWhen I was satisfied, I calmed myself and angled my throat to take as much as possible. Then I furiously pumped with both hands and I was soon rewarded with a huge splurt all the way down my throat. As he thrashed and I gagged more poured out of his glorious cock and I carried on stroking and admiring. I ate it all up and savoured every second of it. **< G8-B5>**\nThen he was free to go. I spent most of Sunday sleeping and recuperating and dreaming of my glorious Fat Boy and his amazing fat boy. I dreamt of my g/f faces and what they would think when I told them. I also dreamt of the next time I have the chance to indulge in such a crazy night. On Monday he text me: \"Would like to wake up next to you but I'd never get to work\"\n5 years later Tom and I live together, in our own house and are thinking of children! What makes it even better is how jealous all my girlfriends are. He has lost over 2st and feels and looks amazing. Fortunately, his cock is still the same size and he regularly uses it to brutalise my lucky, little pussy. He gets a bit demanding on my throat and I do try my best but I don't think I'll ever manage to deep-throat that thing. He doesn't mind though and neither do I.\nI impressed myself the other day with taking most of it up my bum, finally. It took plenty of alcohol, lubrication, poppers, a holiday and a new diamond necklace but we managed it -- first of many, no doubt!" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate reunion of Drake and the protagonist as they reconnect after years of online intimacy. Incorporate their shared history, the anticipation of meeting in person, and their explosive sexual chemistry into a scintillating encounter. Include details such as Drake's towering presence, his ripped shirt revealing his tattoos, and his well-endowed member that leaves the protagonist craving more. Highlight their intense oral play, with Drake savoring the taste of her mouth and the protagonist skillfully pleasuring him before moving on to mind-blowing penetrative sex. Conclude with a steamy shower scene where they reflect on their incredible connection and discuss future rendezvous. \n\nTags: online chat turned real-life encounter, long-distance desire, passionate reunion, explosive chemistry, oral pleasure, deep penetration, nipple play, multiple orgasms, shower sex" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Drake and I had been chatting online for years. I do not remember how he came to be on my Buddy List, but it sealed our fates. we discussed everything with one another, relishing in the anonymity of the computer screen. at times, our conversations were no more than simple niceties. At other times, we lit the internet on fire detailing what we wanted to do to the other.\nAs time passed, our communications dried up and we lost contact. I didn't think much about Drake until a chance meeting at work. They needed a Rep to go to Montana and meet with a new hospital chain. I was their girl. After I packed for a week and kissed my husband goodbye, I was off.\nMy flight was uneventful, and as I drove my rental car into the town I couldn't get a nagging idea out of my head. I knew this town for some reason, but I hadn't been here before. Then it hit me: this is where Drake lives! As soon as I was checked into the hotel, I immediately searched for him on Facebook. My heart pounded in my chest as I typed a simple message: \"Hey, long time since we chatted. I seem to be nearby, so hit me up.\" I closed my laptop, caught my breath, and changed for my dinner meeting with the Board of Directors of the hospital.\nThe days went by, with one meeting after another, uneventful and without word from Drake. I did my work well, and had a contract with the hospital within four days. Despite my disappointment with not hearing from Drake, I enjoyed the rest of my week.\nFriday afternoon I checked my Facebook to see what was going on back at home when a message appeared on my screen. It was from Drake. \"Wow, it has been a long time. I'm free this evening, so why don't you meet me at the diner on the corner of Washington and Silo. Be there at 7.\" My heart raced as I read the message and jumped up to retrieve my GPS unit. After finding the streets, I rummaged through my suitcase for something to wear. After picking a red sundress that hugged my hips and ass, and showed just enough cleavage to make someone wonder, I got showered and did my hair and make-up. Every step towards getting ready set me more on edge. This was dangerous, but I knew this man like I knew my husband. I wondered what we would talk about, and what we would do. The questioned ran through my mind as I dressed and left for the diner.\nAfter a few minute drive, I arrived at the corner of Washington and Silo and looked around to see if Drake was there. I didn't spot him, so I picked a table and ordered a drink to calm my nerves.\nAs I sat there, sipping my martini, a hand touched my shoulder. Electricity ran through my limbs as I startled. I stood up and spun around to see Drake standing there, grinning. His 6' tall frame towered over my 5'6\", and his dark hair complemented his tan complexion. His strong jaws and neck ran smoothly to his wide muscular shoulders. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was in dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off the tattoos he had collected since I last talked to him. I was speechless. This man, this God, was the one I cried to when my dog died, bitched at when I was sick. This man shouldered my feelings, and for what? It all melted away when he opened my arms and took me into a huge bear hug before sitting next to me at the table.\nWe chatted for a bit over drinks while waiting for our food. We soon got in the same groove we had long ago when we would talk. It felt comfortable and I loosened up. We ate dinner and caught up with each other. He had finally gotten married, but it had sadly ended in a nasty divorce. I decided to leave my husband out of the conversation, simply because I was away from home and didn't want to talk about him. When the waitress came to our table to inform us that the diner was closing, it dawned on us that we had been chatting for four hours! It had only felt like minutes, so I invited Drake back to my hotel for drinks.\nOne of the great things about being a highly paid medical supply Rep is that they get you the best hotel rooms with the best bars, so there was no need to mingle with the rest of the guests at the hotel bar. We headed straight for my room. As we reached the door, I unlocked it and Drake scooped me up in his arms and carried me in. He sat me on the couch, and through laughter, I pointed out the bar. Drake made us a tasty drink I had never tried before, and sat next to me.\nAs the liquor ran through my brain, my inhibitions ran out of space and left. The spark I had once harbored for Drake came back, this time as a raging wildfire. I was amazed. He must have read the lust in my eyes because he leaned in and kissed me. The taste of his mouth with the lingering alcohol was one I could not get enough of. I pressed against him harder, wanting to mold into one being. He pressed himself equally against me, the two of us pushing and pulling, trying to get to one thing.\nHe released me to start working on his clothing. He began to unbutton his shirt but as his speed quickened, the buttons became stubborn. He grabbed the shirt and ripped it clear off! Buttons went flying in all directions as he bared his beautiful body to me. His abs were tight, but I could clearly count all of the muscles easily. His tan complexion got slightly darker the further south I looked. I drank in all of his body that I could see and wanted more. I reached for his belt and he stood to make it easier. He smiled down at me, the lust in his eyes matching what I felt deep inside. I fumbled around until finally I had his belt off, and his paints around his ankles. He was not wearing anything underneath, and I had no idea how he kept that giant cock under lock and key. It was the most amazing cock I had ever seen, and I had plans to make it mine. Drake kicked off his shoes and his pants and I took his cock into my hands. The touch made it get harder, something I thought impossible. I stroked his long member, salivating at the thought of what it was going to be doing to me soon. I got closer, and began to lick around the base, making swirls up to the tip and back down. Drake moaned in pleasure and sucked in a sudden breath when I buried my mouth on it. As my warm mouth made the perfect suction, I continued to stroke the underside with my tongue. I had never enjoyed a dick in my mouth so much as I did at that moment. I was in heaven as I bobbed my head.\nDrake withdrew himself from my mouth to stand me up. He gently removed my dress, showing my 34DD red lace bra and matching panties. He didn't even take the time to pull my panties down before he grabbed me by my ass, swung me around to the bed, dropped me and dove in. His tongue was the gift of heaven as he expertly licked my snatch. I bucked and shivered as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my entire being. I saw stars. Time after time, with his mouth maneuvering to just the right spots I hovered and dove off the cliff of the most amazing orgasms I had ever experienced. I tried to catch my breath, but his mouth was unrelenting.\nFinally, Drake came up for air, with a grin on his face that beamed achievement. He motioned me to move further up the bed and slowly made his way to me. The anticipation was killing me as what felt like hours passed. He hovered over me, slowly stroking his huge cock. I wanted it in my mouth again, but he had other plans. He ripped my panties off in one swift move, tossing the shredded fabric to the side. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his cock before plunging it deep inside me. I cried out in joy as he stretched and filled me. He began slowly, but gained more speed as he pumped. I came again and again, as waves of pleasure ran through him and into me. I had never had sex do this to me before. Something primal awoke in me, as we established a rhythm. His hips pressed against mine as he tried to drive himself straight through me. I tried to grasp him, but managed to just dig my nails in and hold on. He knew what he was doing, and he was amazing at it.\nI pushed Drake off of me, and onto his back. His glistening chest heaved as I jumped on him, making sure to bury his dick to the hilt. I was grinding myself onto him as if we were becoming one being. I took my bra off and let my tits out. He grabbed onto both of them at the same time, keeping my nipples between his fingers. With every downward motion I made, his grip on my nipples tightened and I threw my head back. I leaned down across him, and Drake took my breast into his mouth, sucking as if it was his lifeline and he needed it to survive. He let go of my breast and picked me up. He flipped me onto my hands and knees on the bed and went right back to it, his hands holding onto my ass for support. As he drove himself into me again and again, more orgasms came and went, too many for me to count. As his pace quickened, I knew what he was doing. I could feel his dick swelling inside me. Not wanting to waste this moment, I pulled away from him and spun around. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it as if I was never going to see another dick again in my life. He groaned loudly, and held onto my hair as he shot his seed into the back of my throat. I relished in the taste of him, his fluids filling my mouth. As I swallowed his load, he collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with him. We both fell asleep in each others arms, panting and sweating, stark naked on top of the sheets.\nI awoke to the sound of the shower, and walked into the bathroom. Drake opened the shower curtain and smiled at me. \"That was amazing. Why haven't we done this before?\" he asked. I smiled back as I brushed my hair.\n\"I don't know\" I replied, \"But we can always make sure I have another meeting in Montana.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"Write a steamy erotic story about Dee and Paul's passionate affair, exploring their intense sexual connection and the forbidden nature of their relationship. Incorporate vivid descriptions of their encounters, including detailed depictions of oral sex, vaginal penetration, and mutual pleasure. Highlight the power dynamics between them as Dee takes control during their encounters, riding Paul with unbridled desire. Explore the emotional complexity of their situation and how they navigate the boundaries of infidelity. Consider incorporating elements such as exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, and secret rendezvous to heighten the intensity of their affair. Use tags such as adultery, forbidden love, passionate sex, intense orgasm, dominance/submission.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dee sprawled heavily on top of him, her back sweaty and slow to cool. Her face was tucked under his jaw, where she could hear his moist panting in her right ear, feel his chest rising and falling. She could feel the rapid thump-thump- thump of his heart, though it was still not as fast as hers. His erection was gradually softening in the quivering clutches of her vagina. The only muscle she moved was down there, trying to hold onto the moment.\nBut her carpet-scrubbed knees were complaining too loudly to ignore. Dee sighed and rolled off onto her back. She looked over at Paul. His shrinking cock flopped to the side in that almost pathetic post-coital dying animal look, erotically shiny with her juices and his semen. It bobbed, feebly. A trace of white still oozed from its tip in a final death gasp. Dee closed her eyes again.\n\"That was good,\" he said to the ceiling. His hand reached over to fiddle his fingers in her flattened pubic hair. They drifted lower until they grazed her upthrust clitoris, still peeking out of the folds, but she squeezed her legs together and pushed his hand away.\n\"No,\" she grumbled, \"Too sensitive.\" He grunted and lay still again. She could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her ears. Another apartment door slammed somewhere down the hallway. Dee's fingers found herself still puffed wide and pouty. His semen, thick and sticky, was beginning to leak out.\nIt had been a few days, so there was more than usual. She liked that. It was the gift that kept on giving, a sloppy reminder for hours after he left her of their all too brief connection. And the more he ejaculated inside of her meant the less likely it had been that he'd had sex with his wife since the last time Dee had seen him.\nPaul cleared his throat. \"I can't be here on Friday.\" He paused. Dee remained silent. She always wanted him on Fridays. The weekends were insufferably long without Fridays. \"It's my birthday. Jodie is -- we're having a party. She wants me home early.\"\n\"Oh.\" There was nothing else to say.\n\"I've got to go,\" Paul said in an offhanded voice. Dee watched him rise unsteadily to his feet and head toward the bathroom. She knew that \"go\" probably meant \"leave.\" He'd been in her apartment for almost two hours. He was no doubt expected at home.\nIt had been a year now. A year since they first had sex that spring afternoon on the living room floor in her apartment. It had been a day very much like this one. In fact, Dee mused, today might even be close to a first anniversary. Sometime in early May, wasn't it? She couldn't remember exactly. She had never been very sentimental about those kinds of things.\nYes, it probably was early May. She remembered a warm California sun, a typically cloudless day. They had played hooky from work, sneaking away in the middle of the afternoon to swim in the large pool at her apartment complex. They both probably knew what was really going to happen. Dee had certainly known.\nIt wasn't as though she had seduced him. No, he had been ready and willing. She'd met Paul when she started her first job after a Master's at Berkeley. He was flirty in an attractive, non-threatening way. Light brown hair, thin and starting to recede. Startlingly blue eyes. A couple of inches shy of six feet. His being married didn't bother her. At least not back then it hadn't.\nNo, they had both been ready and willing. They'd retreated into the still air of her apartment after the swim, and there she had accepted his unoriginal invitation of a back massage on a damp towel on the living room floor. Before long she was on her back, naked and legs unashamedly splayed wide apart, and Paul was licking the last remnants of chlorinated water from her breasts and the rapidly forming musky nectar from her vulva.\nDee was proud of her breasts, 26-year-old firm and almost softball-sized, with medium-small tan nipples that hardened easily. She was neither skinny nor plump, neither obsessed with controlling her weight nor oblivious to it those times when it crept upwards. She was a tomboy. Her dark-blonde hair was cropped just above her shoulders, her legs strong from running, her arms and shoulders from swimming. She was comfortable in her skin. And she loved how men reacted to it.\nPaul had reacted like most men. He had an experienced mouth that had lingered only briefly on her neck and breasts before finding its way straight down, following the faint downy path between her bellybutton and her curly brown thatch of pubic hair. There he had stayed, swabbing her labia apart with a flattened tongue, alternatively prodding fingers and tongue into her melting vagina and not quite often enough saying hello to her clitoris.\nThey seemed to be a matched set from the beginning, Dee had thought. Paul loved to give her head. She loved to receive it. Neither of them seemed to feel the need for much talk. They communicated instead through gestures and motions, sighs and moans. He'd learned quickly that first afternoon. She had intruded her fingers to interrupt his mouth, strumming her clit in a firm side-to-side flurry, then had held her lips apart and angled her hips and had encouraged his mouth to mimic her instruction. And mimic he did, until she was inflamed and flowing and climbing her way to a climax.\nBut he had been too eager that first day and still unable to read all her signals, and before she'd reached her mountaintop he was moving to the next step, up on his knees between her thighs, his Speedo stripped and flung atop her own a few feet away. His erection curved high and hard, his testicles hanging asymmetrically.\nAll too quickly he'd covered her body with his. The moment was aroused and rushed and awkward. The cool skin of his thighs pressed against her warmer flesh. Dee had strained her legs apart, bending her knees, her hands just below her kneecaps to hold herself open for him. He had smeared his shaft in her creamy slickness, and she had tried to adjust her body to accommodate to his angle. His knees had nudged up and back on that damp towel, searching to find the right position with her body and its unwaif-like hips that was so new to him.\nAnd then, suddenly, he was inside her. At first an electric inch, then a brief retreat followed by a deeper thrust. Dee always held her breath at initial penetration, held her body still and receptive, relishing that invasion of hard flesh. She remembered how Paul had stopped, then leaned forward and just kissed her, long and lingering. It had been the longest kiss of that first afternoon, and it had surprised her how he was able to pause what had at the time seemed so frantic and to just focus on her mouth. She had tasted herself on him, inhaling her scent on his mustache.\nThen, without breaking the kiss, he had driven the rest of the way up inside her, until his pubic bone pressed the weight of his hips through hers to pin her ass against the hard floor. She couldn't breathe. Dee had broken the kiss to pant, to find a place for her hands on his shoulders, his back, his behind. His thick shaft had deliciously stretched a vagina that hadn't felt a cock in more than six months.\nBut they didn't click right away, that first time. She'd felt out of sync, out of control. Falling behind. Paul was breathing hard, his cock already doing that thrust-twitch-stop thrust-twitch-stop that signaled how distressingly close he was to an orgasm. Dee had struggled to get back to where she was when his mouth had so abruptly left her pussy, and that was made all the more difficult by Paul's irregular rhythm.\n\"Wait,\" she had gasped. \"Stop.\" She had pushed at his chest with her fingertips. His cock, jerking involuntarily, reluctantly retreated. Not yet, not yet, too fast, she had thought. \"Let me be on top,\" she'd told him.\nPaul had smiled and acquiesced, withdrawing completely, then had flopped down beside her on his back. His penis was an arch of glistening flesh, with an inch of angry red just below the head. Throbbing. Bobbing up and down. Alive.\nShe had straddled his hips. She had reached down to find his shaft, furrowed its mushroom head up and down between her labia to assure herself that she was properly spread and wet, and, closing her eyes, had lowered herself on his erection. She had impaled herself on him with a directness that had made him audibly groan. She loved to hear a man groan.\nDee's reverie was broken by the sound of water running in the shower. That was a clear sign that Paul was leaving. Her right forefinger traced the sensitive edge of her inner labia, from bottom to top, first one side then the other, then briefly checked the still gaping path to her vagina.\nDee smiled to herself and remembered back to that first time, remembered how it was so much like this very afternoon. How she'd ridden him, how she'd mashed her raw openness against his pubic bone, how her body had swirled with the heady sensations of a roughly diddled clit matched with a stuffed vagina. How she was happy. How she was being fucked.\nHow she was fucking him.\nAnd how she had found her rhythm with him. Back and forth, a relentless grinding pressure of her clit on him, an occasional small sideways movement to stretch her vagina and remind herself that this rock-hard, warm male flesh was inside her body, stirring her soul. Her clitoris had scrubbed against his pussy-juice soaked pubic hair. She'd always loved that feeling, loved the sensations, the bonding.\nDee had been in her private universe, fucking this man's cock. She'd allowed him into her body, though perhaps not into her mind, at least not just yet. She'd used him, used his erection, to scratch her intimate itches. He always lasted longer this way, she smiled to herself. She could ride his body and soar into the clouds. And sometimes twice.\nDee remembered how she'd opened her eyes and looked down at him. Paul had been flushed. His hair was tousled and sweat-stuck on his forehead. His hands had found her hips, holding her with an anxious firmness as if he was afraid she was going to escape. She had captured those eyes and caressed her own breasts, kneading them roughly and pinching her nipples, presenting herself to him, teasing him. His cock had jumped inside of her.\nEven though pinned down by her weight, Paul had struggled to rock his hips, to stroke himself in her and find some measure of friction, but Dee wasn't having any of that then. She had only pressed down even harder. Paul's eyes had looked almost in pain. Dee had rewarded him with the tightest clench she could muster with her vagina. It would have to be enough.\nPaul's lips had pursed. Again and again she had squeezed and squirmed herself on him, working her hips, until finally his eyes had closed and she knew he was going to come. His fingers clawed into her hips and his body struggled to power upward to bury himself as deep as he could manage. She'd met him with her own downward pressure, with her full weight behind it, rewarding the both of them with one final fraction of an inch more of his flesh.\nAnd there they'd hung, suspended. Dee had felt his cock stiffen into steel and then, finally, those magical spasms began. She had clutched herself around the pulsing root of his shaft, knowing each spasm was delivering a splash of white fire. She'd felt the tip quivering gloriously high up inside her. She had felt the spreading warm rush of his fluid as he emptied his lust inside her.\nAnd when he had finished, when his spasms had died down and his body was no longer rigid, he had left her sloppy slick and fucked full, and it was her turn. Dee had closed her eyes to concentrate and to begin anew the grinding pressure. Paul, to his credit, had held his hips raised high. Now it was all business. It was all her.\nShe had arched her back and twisted her hips to prod his shaft against that old familiar spot, her Old Faithful. And when she'd found it, when she'd felt stuffed and goaded by that male stiffness, it had all come crashing over her, splitting her head apart while her insides convulsed. Dee had heard herself grunting happily at every pleasure spasm, every involuntary circular grasp of his impaled penis, continuing to rock her hips and twist her nipples and suspend herself there on the crest, hopefully forever.\nBut it was never forever, and when she had returned to Earth, still making those little circles on him, Dee had opened her eyes and had given Paul a large smile. \"Hi,\" she'd said, with just a hint of self-consciousness. For the first time that afternoon she'd felt just the slightest bit shy and vulnerable. Not because of where his cock was, not because he had seen and touched and tasted her body. Because he had seen her climax.\nAnd one year later they were still in that apartment, still tearing off each other's clothes. Two, sometimes three times a week he'd come to her, usually in the late afternoon, almost always on her living room floor. A year, she thought to herself. She wondered if Paul thought about anniversaries. Or thought about anniversaries with her.\nWhere was all this going, Dee asked herself. Now he knew just how to bring her off with his mouth, with those long buildup licks and, at just the right moment, that furious tongue making figure eights on her clitoral shaft. And when she had enough of that and needed the primal feel of his erection buried inside her, sometimes after one orgasm, sometimes after two, she would ride him just as she did that first May afternoon, until he would cry out her name and explode. Sometimes before her, sometimes after. Sometimes together.\nAnd, like today, like a hundred other times, he would empty himself into her body in those long, sticky pulses, leaving her with a part of him that would ooze out for hours as a lingering memory, hours after the apartment door closed behind him, after he went home to his wife. It was all she woke up with in the morning.\nDee heard the shower turn off. Slowly, with a curious fatigue, she made her way to the bathroom. His semen, their comingled soup, had seeped back between her buttocks, and by the time she was standing in the open doorway of the small steamy bathroom, she could feel it creeping down the insides of both thighs.\nPaul had dried himself with her favorite blue towel. It was still hanging loosely over his shoulders. He stood next to the shower, looking down, his hair wild and untamed. He was inspecting his penis.\n\"Looking for fingerprints?\" she asked him in a quiet voice. Paul stared back at her with a puzzled look on his face. She turned and walked away." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense sexual encounter between Megan and Cole in a steamy backseat rendezvous. Describe their passionate kisses, the way his hands roam over her body, and how she succumbs to his touch. Include details about their heightened arousal, such as her nipples hardening against her lacy bra and his visible bulge straining against his denim pants. Highlight their desire for each other by mentioning Megan's creamy legs, tight muscles of her ass, and the delicious feel of Cole's lips on her neck. Delve into their public display of affection in the parking lot, where they can't resist touching each other despite the risk of being caught. Describe how Cole's fingers stroke Megan's wetness beneath her panties as she moans with pleasure. Build up tension as they both struggle to contain their desires before finally giving in to their carnal needs.\n\nTags: erotic romance, explicit sex scenes, public sex, backseat encounter" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hands clung tight to the straps of Megan's luggage as she fought to keep clam. Her long legs, clad in a thigh length denim skirt, stepped from the luggage claim and moved toward the small fast food restaurant located in the Los Angeles airport. Her mind was screaming at her to turn around and get back on a place, to go home and forget about meeting this \"perfect\" man. However her body disagreed as her nipples hardened into her black lacy bra, becoming quite visible underneath her low cut, black tank top. She didn't bother trying to hide the change in her appearance knowing it would only excite him further to know the affect he had on her before she even saw him.\nMegan smiled to herself at the thought. For the last year Cole and her had been talking, via the internet as it seemed to be the biggest form of communication anymore. Some conversations, especially in the beginning, had been innocent, involving nothing more than enjoyment between the two single college students. However, things changed quickly between the innocent IM conversation to the intense text messages and finally into the steamy phone conversations that resulted in absolute bliss.\nIt had been a wild ride for Megan especially since her last real relationship had been years before. Now she was 22 years old and walking through an airport in Los Angeles, California for him. Her head looked down to the ground, dark brown hair falling over her delicate face, before her fingers pushed it back behind her ears. Hand shaking slightly from the nervousness that had begun to rise within her, butterflies fluttering around in her empty stomach.\nThen the restaurant came into view and Megan's heart jumped softly as brown orbs landed on it. She took a deep breath, letting the warm air sit in her lungs for a few seconds before allowing it to leave, her body moving slowly into the dining area. Before she could even reach a seat a hand circled around her forearm, digits pressing into her flesh as she was pulled softly, brown orbs revolving around until they met cobalt irises. A small gasp escaped her lips as Cole stood before her, towering several inches over her own tall frame. Her mind reeled as she took in his looks for the first time. His photo did not do him justice. He stood at least six feet four inches tall, with short dark brown hair not unlike her own, she could make out the muscular physique beneath his blue shirt. Her hands trembled as her eyes traveled further down his body, stopping briefly on the visible bulge in his denim pants. Her cheeks reddened slightly, pinked by his obvious arousal.\n\"I've been waiting for this moment for a year now,\" Cole whispered softly into her ear before letting his hand snake up her arm, holding her cheek in his hand before leaning down and pressing his hungry lips to hers.\nMegan melted into his lips, her small, dainty hands traveling up into his hair. She couldn't breathe; all she could do was melt into those kisses, those gorgeous lips. Her pulse spiked as the familiar feeling flooded her body. She couldn't pull away in that moment as her breasts swelled grazing his hard chest as she tried to breathe in the warm, humid air.\nFinally after what seemed to be an hour of intense kisses he pulled away, his cobalt orbs traveling over her figure. \"You're gorgeous...\" he whispered as he lay his forehead against hers. Cole was lost in her body in those whiskey colored irises. His large hands slid down her fantastic body, one arm slipping behind her back and ushering her out of the airport, her suitcase hiding just how aroused he was by finally living out his fantasy.\nCole felt like he was on some sort of cloud as he watched her move, felt her fingers wrap into the back of his shirt as they walked. He hadn't told her how much he'd come to care for her, didn't know if he could. All he could think about were those long creamy legs, those delicious thighs, and those tight muscles of her ass. Then there was the large bouncing flesh of her breasts barely contained by the black lacy bra he could make out under her low-cut tank top and there was her silky dark brown hair that flowed down her neck, that beautiful neck that cried out for attention from his lips.\nHer eyes glanced up at him, catching his eyes watching her. A shiver ran through her body at the primal look on his face. Her breath caught in her lungs at the intense look, her hand moving slowly over his back as he directed them to his car. The classic red mustang made her knees weak just looking at it, something he caught onto almost immediately as that smirk fell across his face. \"You want me to fuck you in the backseat don't you? You want me to rip your clothes off and pound into that tight pussy of yours.\" Megan moaned softly her fingers digging into his shirt as she felt the fevered pitch of her arousal explode through her body, her eyes closing at the image of being taken in the back of the old classic by him.\nCole grinned at her, knowing that the next four days would be both tiring as well as utterly satisfying. He slid behind her, her hand slipping from his back as his arm wrapped fully around her. Megan's pulse skyrocketed at the first touch of his lips upon her neck. Strong hand drawing her back against his body as her suitcase was dropped to the ground next to the car, his other hand wrapping around her body as well. She could feel his arousal pressing against her backside, along her hip. \"See what you do to me?\" he whispered into her ear in a deep husky voice. He turned her around in his arms pressing her up against his car, his hands stroking down her sides. \"I want to take you right here in the parking lot up against my car.\"\nBreath caught in her throat as juices flowed, wetting her panties with desire. His large, strong hand slipped down to her knee as it slowly slid up her thigh, her eyes closing with need, her nipples taunt against the fabric of her bra as his lips found hers once more. Her hands wound around his neck pulling him closer to her as her legs opened, his body fitting between her legs easily. For once in her life Megan had forgotten her prudence as she allowed the public display to continue, just wanting him. Cole smirked against her lips as his hand moved further up her thigh, dipping under her skirt as a finger stroked against her wet panties and he groaned against her lips at how hot she was making him.\nThere were no words from him as he forced himself to pull away, his movements quick as he threw her suitcase into the car and made her get in. He jogged around the car, awkwardly, but fast enough that he didn't lose any of his intensity as he slipped behind the wheel of his classic mustang and took off out of the parking lot of the airport, his hand moving back up her thigh as he stole glances every now and then at her. Megan was in a daze...if that's what you called it; extreme sexual need was ripping through every inch of her body as she caught his glances, digits sliding over his thigh. He groaned against the subtle ministrations of her fingers as he drove to the abandoned parking lot, knowing he'd never get her home...not in one piece if this continued.\nThe minute the car was parked Cole pulled her up from the seat and she didn't hesitate one leg on either side of him as she tried to avoid hitting her head on the top of the car. She wouldn't have time to think about that though as he reclined the seat and pressed his lips to hers. A soft moan escaped them both, as tongues seemed to battle within each other's mouths for a few minutes, his hands moving under her tank top and pulling it up over her head during a break of kisses. Her digits were working on the clasp of his jeans, her own body on fire with need and she didn't want to wait...couldn't wait any longer. She'd been dreaming about this day for as long as they'd known each other and she knew she was more than ready for him. Of course that didn't stop him from running his hands up her thighs, grasping her ass and pulling her against him before one hand delved beneath her panties. The minute his finger flicked across her swollen bud she had to release his lips and let out a half cry, half moan of pleasure, her eyes squinting shut, and her features contorting in pleasure.\nCole didn't think it was possible to get any harder, but the minute that sexy cry left Megan's full lips he groaned against the even more hardening member that couldn't be restrained for much longer. It was uncomfortable and painful in his jeans and the distraction of his finger against Megan's swollen nub had kept her from finishing her movements to free him from his restricting jeans. It didn't take her long to remember what she was doing however, and within a minute he was forcing his hips to rise so she could slide his jeans down enough to let him spring free.\nA guttural cry left his lips as her hand closed around him immediately, already stroking him, a thumb running over his tip collecting the beginning of seed, using it to lubricate him enough to continue her slow motions. At this time he retaliated her efforts with a few more flicks across her clit, stimulating it enough to make her close her eyes and moan loudly before he slid two fingers into her. Her body arched against his fingers entrance at which time he used his other hand to pull her bra down enough to let his lips wrap around one of her nipples, his teeth grazing against it. Another moan, another stroke, and another deep groan from the man as their ministrations continued for another few minutes until Cole lost control ripping her panties off, the sting on her side went unnoticed as he pulled her hand from him. She groaned in dismay before he moved her forward enough his hand guiding himself to her entrance.\nMegan was holding her breath at this point...he wasn't a small man, in fact he was the largest man she'd ever been with, so there was fear written across her face as he positioned himself. His hand touched her cheek, giving her a moment of tenderness before giving her no time to deal as he thrust into her in one motion. There was pain first...god was there pain and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as her caressed her cheek. He didn't move as he waited for her to adjust to him, she was so tight, clasping around him like a glove. It was amazing...how tight she was around him, he knew she would be, but this was almost heaven in how well she fit around him. When her whimpers of pain changed to whimpers of need he began to move again, her body clenching around him, making it almost impossible for him to move in and out of her. He didn't mind though as his hands rested on her hips, her hands against his chest before she lay down against him fully so her hunched form could straighten out.\nThe rhythm was slow right now...another moan escaping her lips as he moved inside her, each stroke creating more heat inside her, causing her body to lubricate even more. Before long that's all she could hear was the slap of flesh against flesh and the beautiful sound of their love making. The rhythm picked up as his head bent capturing her lips in a hard passionate kiss. It was almost a constant chain of moans at this point as body moved against body and Megan was reaching heights she'd never been to before as he touched against walls she'd forgotten even existed inside her. Then there was something else as his hand slipped between them, a digit striking out against her clit. The effect was almost immediate as she cried out, her body shaking from the intense orgasm that slammed through her, her juices leaking down him as he picked up speed, pounding within her, increasing her orgasm as her tightened walls reached to his very core. A guttural cry left him as he contracted just before one last stroke sent him over the edge, his seed shooting into her as she collapsed onto him, his arms wrapping around her tightly.\n\"This wasn't how I imagined it,\" she muttered in a tired voice against his chest.\n\"Oh?\" he murmured in a deep voice.\n\"It was better.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Blindfolded Bliss\"\n\nIn this steamy story, Audra and Mark take their online flirtation to the next level when they meet for the first time. After a passionate lunch date, Mark leads Audra blindfolded to Room #1821 at the Omni Hotel where he unveils a night of pleasure. \n\nWrite a scintillating scene that explores their intense connection and desire as they indulge in each other's bodies. Incorporate elements such as blindfolding, sensual kisses, and explicit descriptions of their nakedness. Let their passion build slowly with teasing touches and tantalizing foreplay before unleashing an explosive sexual encounter.\n\nConsider including elements like role-playing, dominance/submission dynamics, or whispered dirty talk to heighten the erotic tension between them. Explore Audra's submissive side as she surrenders control to Mark's dominant desires. Use vivid language to describe the sensations they experience together - from the taste of champagne on their lips to the feel of his fingers thrusting deep inside her wet pussy.\n\nTags: erotic romance, blindfolding, domination/submission, sensual foreplay, explicit sex scenes" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now turn around,\" came Mark's voice from behind her.\nAudra turned hesitantly, arms shielding her naked breasts from view, legs as close together as she could manage while turning. She felt a bit light-headed. Everything had seemed to happen so quickly.\nShe and Mark had met online after Audra had posted some erotic stories on Literotica.com. Her unusually seductive writing and apparent intelligence had intrigued him. Not knowing where it might lead, he sent her some positive feedback and his email address.\nAudra wrote back promptly, beginning what both thought was an innocent internet flirtation, an uncomplicated way to vent their sexual frustrations. Flirtation, however, soon descended into steamy internet sex, then, eventually, phone sex. Intellectually and sexually, they seemed like a perfect match as each strived for ever-more creative ways to titillate and satisfy the other with words.\nNow, beyond all Audra's expectations, they were both in the same room. Mark had called last week to tell her he would be in town for a conference, and would she like to get together for lunch? Though the rest had remained unspoken, she knew he would want much, much more than a meal.\nAlthough lunch had begun a bit awkwardly, that was to be expected. It could be no less, to meet someone for the first time in the flesh after writing and saying such intimate things to each other. Tacitly agreeing to keep their public conversation in safe waters, they gradually grew more comfortable with each other. They discussed their careers, politics (they were on opposite sides of the political fence but were able to debate amicably), philosophy, anything that came to mind. Both held advanced degrees and had a wide range of interests in common.\nDuring their spirited conversation, they surreptitiously sized each other up and compared the real thing to pictures and descriptions. Both were somewhat average in overall appearance: Mark was tall and lanky, his brown hair combed smoothly to one side, and Audra was petite and pleasantly curvaceous. But certain things had not been captured adequately in pictures. Mark's blue eyes, for example, were much deeper and more penetrating than she had expected, and his calm, almost lazy voice that was so familiar from their phone conversations manifested from an equally calm, confident exterior. Mark, for his part, was captured by Audra's fiery spirit: her green eyes sparkled with her lively personality, and she had the adorable habit of tossing her long, curly, golden hair over one shoulder as she spoke.\nAnd speak she did. Mark had relaxed into his seat, one arm draped across the back of the chair, listening indulgently as Audra held forth on one of her favorite topics, education. He marveled as she chattered sentence after sentence that could just as well have come from his own mouth. It was incredible how much they thought alike on some things, despite their political differences.\nHe decided this would be the time. They had been talking for over an hour, and the waitress had refilled their drinks three times already. As Audra talked, Mark coolly drew a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slid it across the table toward her. She paused in surprise mid-sentence and looked up at him questioningly. At his slight smile, she picked up the paper and read in silence. Mark hid his satisfied smirk as a deep, red flush crept into her cheeks. She looked around furtively, then re-folded the paper, absent-mindedly creasing it more tightly. Mark simply raised one eyebrow and waited.\nAudra cleared her throat. In a slightly higher-pitched voice than before, she said, \"Um, I'll be right back . . . ladies' room.\" Mark couldn't help a slight chuckle as, avoiding his eyes, she grabbed her purse and headed toward the back of the restaurant. He sipped his drink, waiting patiently for her return.\nA few minutes later, Audra slipped between the nearby tables and took her seat again. A perfunctory look at her cream-colored blouse confirmed that she had followed his instructions – half of them, anyway. He'd have to wait for later to confirm compliance with the second half.\nMark carefully drew Audra back into their earlier conversation, and after a while, her blush receded and she seemed to relax again into the lively banter. When he felt the time was right, he signaled to the waiter for the check. Mark paid, stood, offered his arm to Audra. She hesitated a second before taking his arm lightly. This close, he could smell her light, fresh scent – not of perfume, but of shampoo and soap. Feeling his cock harden in response, he breathed her silently, deeply as they walked out into the cool October afternoon.\nSince they had met inside the restaurant, he asked, \"Where are you parked?\" She pointed towards an out-of-the-way corner of the lot; unsurprising, given how crowded the place had been when they arrived. Looking around as they walked, Mark was pleased to note that they would have relative privacy.\nAudra released Mark's arm as they reached the car and began fishing around her purse for her car keys. Grasping her upper arms from behind, he pressed his body against hers, his hardened cock nestled firmly in the small of her back. Audra gasped and stiffened but made no attempt to pull away. Encouraged, Mark lowered his head to nuzzle the nape of her neck, lightly kissing what he knew to be a very sensitive and erogenous region for her. She drew in a sharp, almost panting breath, then practically melted against him as he licked and nibbled her neck and ears.\nHe could see her hardened nipples clearly through her satin blouse. His fingertips slid slowly down her side and hip, then found the hem of her navy skirt. Shielding her from view with his own body, he caressed the front of her thigh, gradually making his way upward. With satisfaction, he discovered that she had, indeed, followed all his instructions. His fingers encountered no panties but instead brushed lightly against her soft, naked pussy. At this intimate touch, Audra shuddered and leaned fully against him, letting him lazily explore her moist folds.\nFeeling her body surrender to him in this way made him ache to take her right there in the parking lot, but he had plans already in place, plans he had no intention of ruining. Instead, he gave her one last, lingering kiss on the neck, then stood back and released her, first making sure she would be able to stand on her own. She turned to face him, eyes half-lidded with desire, a little confused at the sudden cessation of contact. He held her gaze intently, then drew a second folded paper from his jacket pocket. Pressing it into her still-trembling hand, he said in a husky voice, \"I've enjoyed meeting you and talking with you over lunch. If you'd like to continue the conversation, this is where I'll be.\" He turned abruptly and walked to his own car without looking back.\nAudra just stood there for a moment, watching him walk away. Her body still tingled from where he had touched her, kissed her. She looked down and unfolded the paper.\n _Room #1821, Omni Hotel. Knock, close your eyes, and wait._\nThere was still time to walk away from this. She knew it would be foolish in the extreme to meet him – she had no idea what kind of person he was, really. But the fact was, Audra was tired of always listening to that practical, responsible voice. That voice had led her into almost six years of celibacy. She desperately wanted to take the chance that Mark would be okay, would want just what she wanted – to indulge their frustrated desires, then walk away, reputations intact. Making her decision, she stepped into her car and turned the ignition.\n\nRoom #1821. Audra checked the paper again to make sure she had the right room, then took a deep, steadying breath. She had not driven directly here. Instead, she had gone home to change – and several times nearly talked herself out of doing this. There was still time. Closing her eyes, she paused, then knocked firmly on the door.\nQuiet footsteps. The door opened. A hand took hers, drew her silently into the room. _Click_. The door shut quietly. She flinched slightly as she felt something – a scarf, perhaps – drape across her eyes. \"Shh, trust me,\" came Mark's voice. She allowed him to tie the fabric around her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, she could tell the room was dimly lit; no bright lamps glared against her eyelids.\nHis arm wrapped around her back, Mark guided Audra some unknown distance into the room, then stopped. She heard a light clink, then he gently raised her hand and pressed a wineglass into it. \"To us,\" he said softly, and tapped another glass against hers. \"To us,\" she whispered in response, then lifted the glass to her lips. A light, sparkly champagne surprised and delighted her palate. Warmth spread from her throat down to her stomach, and outward to her fingers and toes. He gently took the glass from her when she finished.\nHe paused for a moment to drink her in. She had changed out of the professional but feminine suit she had worn to lunch. Now she wore a silky, black dress with delicate spaghetti straps. It clung deliciously to her curvy breasts and hips and flared slightly before ending an inch or two above her knees. Sheer black stockings and trendy black heels completed the outfit. Resting his hands on her bare shoulders for a moment, Mark drew his palms lightly down her sides, relishing the way her dress flowed against her skin. The gentle give of her breasts as he brushed past them and the smoothness of her dress over her hips told him she still wore neither bra nor panties. The idea of her soft breasts, nipples and pussy separated from him by a mere whisper of silk excited him.\nContemplating his next move, Mark gently entwined one of her long, golden curls around his fingers. Her face was motionless under the blindfold, waiting for some cue from him. Her slightly parted lips drew him. Lowering his head, he gently brushed his lips against hers. Instinctively, she tilted her chin up and parted her lips. Her mouth felt small beneath his, her lips soft and plump, tasting of the sweet champagne they had shared.\nHe slid his left hand underneath the mass of golden curls to the back of her neck, his right hand stealing across her abdomen and higher to cup one round, silk-covered breast. Her mouth opened wider, hungry against his, and he let his rising passion spill over into that fervent kiss, tongues sliding across each other in a warm embrace. She leaned forward to press her breast more firmly against his hand, hardened nipple tickling the center of his palm. She gave a long, yearning moan as he grasped her nipple firmly through the diaphanous fabric, pinching the hardened nub between his fingers and pulling slightly.\nHe closed the kiss gently, then released her and backed away, much as he had done at the car. Her fists clenched at her sides, but she remained still. He loved the way her breasts moved with each breath she took.\n\"Turn around,\" he ordered softly. Audra obeyed, slowly turning on the spot. He gently drew down the zipper of her dress, revealing the light, golden skin of her back and the upper swell of her buttocks. He backed away again.\n\"Stay there. Slowly take your dress off and let it slip to the floor.\" Audra hesitated, head turned a little as if to try and look over her shoulder despite the blindfold, then raised a hand to draw the strap off one shoulder. She paused, then removed the other strap. Both her arms wrapped as if either to hug herself or keep the dress up; perhaps even she wasn't sure which. Then, little by little, she let the silky dress slide down her body until it rested in a puddle at her feet.\nShe stood nearly naked, wearing only the blindfold, thigh-high black stockings, and her high heels.\n\"Now turn around,\" he said, his voice almost catching in his throat. She obeyed slowly, arms raised to shield her naked breasts, legs modestly close together.\n\"Put your arms at your sides,\" he said, even more softly than before. Slowly, she dropped her arms. He resisted the urge to catch her soft nakedness up in his arms and simply stood there, admiring the round, pink-tipped breasts, curving hips, and smoothly-shaven mound and lips just visible between her legs.\nStepping closer, he tilted her chin up with one finger and gently ran his tongue over her trembling mouth. They kissed again, passionately but softly.\nHe caressed her shoulders, ran his fingertips lightly across her collarbone, then cupped and gently squeezed her breasts for a moment, eliciting a small gasp. Her flesh was pleasantly warm and supple against his hands.\nHe continued exploring as they kissed, hands drifting over her hips, her outer thighs, back up her inner thighs and now, up to her sex, wanting to know just how much she desired him at this moment. Not satisfied this time with merely caressing her soft lips, he plunged two fingers directly into her wet, waiting cunt, thrusting upward firmly. Anticipating her reaction, he supported the middle of her back with his other hand.\nWhen she felt Mark's long fingers drive into her hungry, wet pussy, Audra gasped; legs nearly giving way, she sagged against him, grateful for the firm hand at her back. Ecstatic pleasure radiated from her pussy outward to her fingers and toes, much as the champagne had done. She gripped his arms in sudden, desperate need.\nMark had not planned on pleasuring her so quickly, but her intense reaction was irresistible. His own ardor threatened to spiral, but he forced himself to remain in control. Whispering hotly in her ear, he said, \"Mmmmm, you have such a nice, warm, wet little pussy, just like I knew you would.\" Audra gave another gasping, panting little moan, and he felt the walls of her pussy twitch slightly around his fingers. God, she was incredibly tight. \"Do you want to come?\" he said, a little breathless, a little taunting, as he slid his fingers halfway out of her.\nShe was so far gone already that she was barely coherent. \"Oh God!\" He could barely hear the strained, high-pitched whisper. \"Please . . . oh God . . .\"\n\"Is this what you want?\" he asked, then thrust his fingers upward again, hard. She stiffened and gasped again, fingers digging painfully into his arms. He had to hold her firmly to keep her body from sliding to the floor as she trembled uncontrollably from head to foot. Her slippery juices coated his fingers completely and began to trickle toward his wrist. He knew she was an instant from coming hard. For a second, he debated pulling away and making her wait for it, but her sweet, trembling body was too irresistible. He began thrusting in earnest, his fingers penetrating deeper and faster with each urgent plunge.\n\"Oh . . . God . . . oh . . .\" She was silent for a moment, but he could feel her entire body tensing, drawing toward that wet, hungry center. \"Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . GOD!\" she gasped in a sudden burst, and her soft walls clenched spasmodically around his fingers, her whole body shook and flinched and jerked with the force of her orgasm. He continued thrusting, determined to draw her beautiful orgasm out as long as he could. It was becoming nearly impossible to hold her up, however; carefully, without allowing his fingers to leave her pussy, he guided her to the floor with him. From this easier position, he renewed his assault on her pussy. \"Oh yesssss,\" he hissed. \"Come for me . . . you're so sexy when you come . . . yes, baby, I want you to feel good . . .\"\nAudra panted in rapid, sobbing gasps, half-raising her hips to meet those long fingers and invite them deeper, ecstatic spasms gripping her whole body in an uneven rhythm. Mark marveled at the intensity and duration of this ecstasy. She had told him in their many conversations that she could \"come and come and come,\" but the reality was beyond his wildest imaginings. The compulsion to drag open his zipper and plunge his hard and eager cock into that spasming wetness was almost overpowering.\nInstead, he paused and added a third finger, fucking that tight little pussy as fast as he could. Her mouth was open wide, as if in a soundless scream, occasionally letting slip those desperate gasps that sorely tested his control. Her hips were now raised completely off the floor, opening that delicious pussy and pressing it upward against his long, invading fingers. \"Oh . . . oh God . . .\" she breathed again, but now the tone was different, lower, deeper, almost grindingly urgent. He sensed that she was about to hit an even higher peak and kept up his pounding rhythm, curling his fingers slightly, relishing the wet, squelching sounds her pussy made.\nAgain she subsided into tense stillness. Then, the breath exploded from her body, and with a fierce sense of victory, he felt her juices gush over his hand. He continued thrusting for a moment, then finally slowed his hand, trying to bring her down gradually. Her hands were half-clenched at her sides, fingernails digging into the carpet. His hand slowed finally to a halt, fingers remaining inside that velvety wetness, now gently caressing. Audra's panting gasps also began to calm. Her breasts trembled fetchingly with each breath. Mark's erection was now almost painful, but he simply lay down alongside her naked body and brushed sweaty, gleaming strands of hair back from her forehead.\nHer head lolled toward him as her body relaxed by degrees. Gently removing his fingers from her sex, which still, incredibly, radiated little shocks, he drew her into the circle of his arms. She curled against him, head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her naked form still trembling slightly against his own still-clothed body. A fierce protectiveness rose in his chest, and he held her possessively, rubbing one hand on her back, her arm, her leg to warm and comfort her. He couldn't believe he was here with this incredible woman lying naked and replete in his arms. She nestled closer as he pressed his lips against her sweet-smelling hair." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense passion and desire between two lovers as they meet in a hotel room for a steamy encounter. Start with the moment they lock eyes in the lobby, feeling both nervousness and excitement coursing through their bodies. Highlight their sensual journey as they undress each other, teasingly exploring every inch of exposed skin. Focus on their passionate kisses, deepening the connection between them.\n\nDelve into the oral play as one partner pleasures the other, using their mouth to tantalize and excite. Describe how they savor each other's taste and eagerly devour one another, building up to an explosive climax that leaves them breathless.\n\nTransition to a new position where one partner straddles the other, engaging in titillation by thrusting between breasts while simultaneously receiving oral pleasure. Capture the intensity of this act as it drives them closer to orgasmic release.\n\nTake a moment for them to recover before moving onto more intimate exploration. Show how they express their desires without words, conveying their need for each other through passionate kisses and caresses. Build anticipation by teasingly touching sensitive areas before finally succumbing to carnal desire.\n\nDescribe the transition to doggy style position where rougher penetration occurs. Emphasize the dominance and submission dynamic as one partner takes control while gripping hair or spanking lightly. Highlight their synchronized movements and powerful orgasms that leave them both trembling with pleasure.\n\nConclude with a tender moment of post-coital intimacy where they exchange loving glances and engage in gentle conversation, solidifying their connection even further. Express how this encounter has only heightened their desire for each other.\n\nTags: erotic fiction, hotel encounter, intense passion, oral play, breast play, dominant/submissive dynamics" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I walk to the lobby of the hotel... sit there waiting for you. I am both nervous and excited, both these feelings have my body wide awake and ready for you. As I am waiting I feel a light touch on my shoulder. I turn around and see you standing there. I look into your eyes and see that fire that I have heard in your voice all these times. With a little grin you ask me, \"Are you ready?\" Not another word is spoken for the moment as we grab my things and head up to the room.\nKey in... door open... bags dropped to the floor. I am there in front of you, looking into your eyes. All hell is about to break lose, and we are going to indulge in every moment of it.\nI feel your arm around my waist as you pull me in close to you. We just stay there for a minute... looking into each other's eyes. Already this nervousness is fading away and the excitement is taking over. I feel your breath on my neck when you whisper to me that I am beautiful. Then so very lightly, your lips tracing over my neck, across my jawbone... then finally to my mouth. There is a moment of the lightest almost feather-lite touch between our lips. That can't last long though, I want you and my body wants you to know it.\nI wrap my arms up around your neck, holding the back of your head in my hands. I pull you to me... kissing you harder and deeper, the passion you have heard in my voice coming alive... letting my tongue taste your mouth... feeling your tongue playing with mine. I suck on your tongue a bit... giving you a little idea of what I want to do to you. I feel your hands moving over my body as we kiss... feel them pulling me tighter against you as you slide them over my back. I can already feel your hardness grinding into me.\nSlowly we make our way over to the bed... never breaking this kiss. Standing there at the foot of the bed... I begin kissing and nibbling your neck and that little spot just behind your ear. I run my hands over your chest, cursing that fabric that is keeping you from me. Slowly I begin to unbutton your shirt... exploring every newly exposed part of you with my hands and mouth... taking the time to nibble on each nipple just a while. Then I slide you shirt from your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.\nAgain I cover your body in kisses as I work my way farther down. I drop to my knees, and unbutton your jeans... then slowly, looking into your eyes, I slide the zipper down. I work your jeans down your legs inch by inch... run my hands over your legs... lightly brushing them against your inner thighs. It is obvious how much you want me... your cock is so hard... wanting out of those boxer briefs. I begin licking and nibbling on your inner thighs... working my way closer and closer to you cock... working it with my hands through your boxers. Then I run my tongue across it... letting you feel the warmth of my mouth against the head of your cock through the fabric. I feel your hands go to my hair... wrapping them up in it. I know you want for there to me nothing between my mouth and you... so i slide your boxer briefs down your legs. As I work my way back up, I stop to tease each of your balls with my tongue... tickling them with it before I gently suck them into my mouth one at a time. Then I begin to run my tongue along the length of your hard cock... very slowly... tasting every inch of it. Again looking into your eyes, I lightly suck on the head of it ... tasting the precum that is there. I want to feel you filling up my mouth. I take your cock inside my mouth... at first slowly working it with my tongue... sucking on it as you move in and out of my mouth... using my hand to cover those places my mouth isn't. I can feel your grip on my hair growing tighter as you begin to frantically fuck my face. I hear you telling me to suck you big cock... telling me how much you have wanted to be inside my mouth. This is making me so hot... even without touching it, I can tell how wet my pussy is for you.\nYou pull your cock out of my mouth, and quickly rip my shirt from me. Then without a word you shove my bra away from my tits... leaving it on but exposing them to you. I get up off my knees and move up onto the bed. I am at the perfect height now as you slide your cock between my tits. I love the feeling of you fucking my tits while I suck the head of your cock... your hands forcing my head down further onto you each time you thrust in between my tits. I feel you start to quiver every time my mouth goes down on you. You start fucking my mouth and my tits faster and faster.. until you cum all over them and in my mouth... letting out a loud moan as you shove yourself between my tits one last time...\nWe take the time to clean up a bit. You lay there on the bed in all your naked glory. I am there next to you, not able to take my eyes off you. We finally say our hellos... not that they need to be spoken now. The only thing that needs to be said doesn't need words... that now we want each other even more than we did before. This bit of playing we have done has left me aching to have you inside me. That is why this few minutes of chit chat doesn't last long.\nYou can tell how much I want you... knowing that has gotten you ready for more fun. Without warning you are on top of me... straddling me... leaning over me kissing me feverishly. I can't control the urge to touch you, but you have my arms pinned down above my head. You continue kissing me deeply. I love the weight of your body pressing into mine. I can tell your cock is already rock hard again... at the same time I can tell you are fighting the urge to rip the rest of my clothes off and shove it inside me.\nYou begin to kiss my neck... as you work your way down you stop and linger at that spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I moan a little as you give it a nice bite. You continue your way down my chest... licking and nibbling every inch as you go. When you get to my tits, you lightly graze over them, but just seem to pass them up. You leave my bra in place... confusing me and leaving me wanting your mouth on them. Still you work your way down... kissing and nibbling my belly as you go... finally moving your hands to my tits to play with them through my bra.\nWhen you get to my jeans... looking into my eyes... you stop and take the time to rub my pussy through them. I am wanting you so bad that even through my jeans, I cant help but raise myself to try to get closer to you. Slowly you unbutton and unzip them, and even more slowly... teasing me with your tongue as you do... you slide them down my legs. Then you start to work your way back up... lightly brushing your hand over my legs and across my inner thighs. You move all the way up until you are all but touching my wet pussy through my panties... close enough that you can feel the heat coming from it.\nWith one swift movement you grab my legs and throw them on either side of you. Then you pull me up until I am straddling you. This itself drives me insane. I can feel your cock pressing against me... just one small piece of fabric keeping me from having you inside me. I feel your hands on my back... holding me tight against you as you kiss me again. This time the kiss is different than before. It is more wanting... our tongues literally trying to fuck each other.\nBefore I even realize what you are doing, you have my bra unfastened and are throwing it to the side. Your mouth breaks away from mine... only to move down and take my left nipple into your mouth. It sends chills through me to feel your hot mouth on it... your tongue swirling around it... you lightly nibbling it with your teeth. You move your hands to my chest... cupping a tit in each hand. Your mouth is on one nipple and you are pinching the other between your fingers. I lean back on the bed... bracing myself with one arm. The other arm is around your neck... pulling you into me as I arch my back to push my chest into your mouth. At the same time, I am rubbing my pussy against your cock. You can feel my wetness through my panties... and you want more.\nYou take your right hand and slide it into my panties... rubbing all around my pussy... feeling the wetness that is now dripping from it. I feel you slide a finger over my clit... then further down... slowly moving it inside me...then another. You begin to move them in and out of me more quickly. This is enough to make me crazy. I lean back and fuck your hand... grinding against it... taking your fingers deep inside me. When I feel your thumb rubbing on my clit, it is enough to push me over the edge. All at once I am trembling as I begin to cry out your name... clinging to you with both arms. My chest is heaving against yours... you feel my pussy tightening around your fingers. You are relentless with your hand... not stopping until I am doing all I can to catch my breath and recover. As you finally do pull your hand from my panties, I take your fingers into my mouth and suck my wetness off them. Then again I kiss you... letting you taste my pussy from my lips... sucking it off my tongue.\nAfter tasting me like that... you want more. Like an animal, you push me to my back and rip my panties away from me. You stand up, grab my legs, and pull me to the edge of the bed. Quickly you go down on your knees and throw my legs over your shoulders. There is no teasing this time, within seconds I feel your tongue probing inside my pussy... lapping up and drinking my wetness. Then I feel your tongue on my clit... first lightly... working over it from the bottom to the top. The feeling of your tongue itself is making me tremble, but I still have this ache to have something inside me... filling me.\nI reach down under my left leg and start to fuck myself with my own fingers. Seeing this turns you on even more. The pressure of your tongue on my clit gets firmer... moving so slowly, but with such force. I take my other hand and grab your hair... pulling it just a little. Even I am not sure if it is to guide you or if it is my way of holding on to sanity while you are doing such a good job of pushing me over the edge. I pull my legs from around your shoulders and plant them on either side of you on the bed. I can't help but move my hips to meet you. I bring my ass off the bed, arching my back to force your face deeper into my pussy... still moving my fingers in and out of myself... faster and deeper each time.\nFinally I can't contain it any longer. I pull my fingers out of my pussy so I can again fuck your tongue. My body is shaking all over as I bring my body off the bed... arching my back as much as I can to bring my hips to your face... leaving only my feet and my own shoulders to support me as I wildly fucking your face. When the wave of this awesome orgasm finally subsides... all I can say in between my fast, heavy breaths is, \"I want your cock inside me...Fuck me NOW XXXXX!\"\nThose words are enough. We have to finally have each other. Your cock is ready for me... throbbing, wanting to be inside me. Again you throw my legs over your shoulders... kissing and nibbling them as you do. You start to rub my clit again with your thumb. At the same time, you take your cock in your hand and slowly stroke it just a little while I watch you. I love watching you touch yourself... seeing how big it looks in your hand just makes me want it inside me that much more.\nSoon,you move your hand from my clit and start sliding your cock across my pussy. The mix of your precum with the dripping wetness of my pussy lets it slide across my pussy lips so easily... the sensation sending chills through me. You start sliding it up and down over my clit. You love teasing me, and are making this ache inside me grow until it is almost unbearable. Then you take the head of it and press it right up against my opening. I feel the pressure of you against me and you feel the heat coming from me. This is the ultimate torture. The kind that drives you insane, but leaves you wanting so much more.\nSlowly you slide the head of your cock into me... just having that little bit of you inside me causes a mix of some relief and uncontrollable desire for more. Slowly you tease me with it... pulling it back out and rubbing it against my clit again... only to do the same over. Back in just enough to tease me... then across my clit and back down to my pussy. Your teasing is making me so damn wet for you... I can't stand it much longer. The next time you press your cock against me, I lock me legs behind your head and use them for leverage and raise my hips to you. I meet you hard and force you deep inside me.\nYou start to slowly fuck me... sliding your cock deeper inside me every time you enter me. I meet you every time... this slow steady rhythm waking up all the nerves in my body. I let out a small moan as I feel your hands on my hips... guiding me to you... you sliding even deeper into me. I love the way you feel inside me... the way you fill me, but the look in my eyes tells you I want more. I want to be fucked hard.\nYou tell me \"turn over.\" I pull my legs away from your shoulders and start to turn over. You give me a lil smack on the ass as I do... your way of telling me to hurry. I move myself up to the head of the bed... leaning over the headboard just a little. I look back at you... wanting you back inside me. Quickly you move in behind me. I feel your hands on my tits and can feel your cock pressing against my ass. I have tingles shoot through my body when I feel your breath on my neck and hear your heavy breathing in my ear. As you slide cock across my pussy again I hear those words I have heard so many times... \" Are you ready to have your ass ruined, Heather?\"\nThere is only one way to answer you, and it isn't words. As hard as I can, I shove my ass back toward you... forcing your cock all the way inside my pussy. Even though I have wanted you inside me this bad, I can't help but let out a little moan of surprise when all of your cock is shoved inside me.\nThere is no sympathy as you start fucking me... I feel you slamming into me harder and faster every time you thrust into me. I push through this pleasurable pain to come back and meet you every time. I feel your hands on my hips pulling me into you even harder... feel them giving me a lil smack on the ass occasionally.\nI raise myself up so I am more upright... using my right hand to prop myself against the headboard as I move back to meet you. I feel your left hand wrap up in my hair... pulling my head back to bring my neck to your mouth... again biting it... a lil harder this time. Your right hand kneading my tits. At the same time you keep fucking me... slowly pulling your cock out to the edge of my pussy... then slamming it back into me as fast and hard as you can. I let out a loud cry every time you move back inside me... feeling you so deep inside me that you are slamming into the walls of my pussy. I hear these same moans from your mouth as I reach behind me and fondle your balls with my left hand while you fuck me.\nYou feel my pussy begin to tighten around your cock as you take me to the edge. Just when you have me ready to go over the edge... you stop. You pull yourself from me and turn me around... never taking your hand from my hair. With your hands in my hair you guide my mouth to your cock again. It excites you even more to see me licking and sucking my juices off your cock. While I am sucking you again... I take my fingers and slide them inside me... pull them back out, and slide them into your mouth... letting you taste me at the same time.\nThis time it is my turn. I force you onto your back... start nibbling across you chest as I position myself above your cock. Those flashes of fantasy you have had in the past become reality as I sit above you... just close enough that you can feel the heat of my pussy on you again. I lean over you kissing you... feel your hands on my tits... your cock pressing against me, wanting back inside me. Then I feel your mouth move over my nipples again... as your hands move down my back and to my ass.\nYour hands start rubbing my ass... pulling me closer to you. Slowly I lower myself back onto you... taking in the head of your cock then raising back off you... wanting to tease you like you did me... start to feel you trying to force yourself deeper into me. I raise up from you and look into your eyes as I slam myself all the way down on your cock. I feel your hands back on my hips... raising me off you and slamming me back down on you harder and harder as I fuck you.\nAs I start to feel you pulsing inside me... I lean back so that I can take you deeper inside me... bracing myself with my right arm. I take my left hand and start rubbing my clit... working faster and faster as I fuck you faster and deeper. I feel your hands start moving all over my body... then you wrap them around my waist and pull yourself up. Again I feel your mouth on my chest... your arms still wrapped around me... helping to guide me as I fuck you wildly.\nI feel your hands again go to my ass... I wrap my arms around your neck. I am so close now... and I know you are too. I feel you pulling me to you harder and harder... feel you stretching my pussy around you as my muscles start to tighten around you. I can't control my breathing or the noises coming from me when I finally cum around your cock. At the same time I feel you force yourself inside me a few last times... with more force than you have had. So hard that it makes me scream as you cum inside me.\nWe stay there for a few moments... wrapped up inside each other. Finally you fall back and I collapse on top of you... look in your eyes and in between my panting, say those words... the 'right' this time. \" Oh damn XXXXX!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Flesh and Thieves\" is a thrilling story filled with passion, danger, and erotic encounters. Write a steamy scene that takes place in the luxurious hotel room where the protagonists, Effie and Mr. Big, have just arrived. Incorporate elements of dominance/submission as Mr. Big takes control of Effie's pleasure. Explore their intense connection through explicit oral sex and passionate intercourse. Use vivid descriptions to convey their desire for each other and the overwhelming sensations they experience during their encounter.\n\nTags: BDSM, dominant male, submissive female, oral sex, intercourse" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My phone rings. Not my encrypted anonymous work line, my personal line. Not a number I recognize. My family, their names come up. My friends text. Really, no one calls me on this phone. For a vague moment I think about answering it. Nah. I'm not going to answer a call from a number I don't know.\nI let it go, see if they leave a message.\nBeep.\nThey do.\nI press my voice mail; play the message back.\nFor a second, breathing and silence.\nThen. \"I have a new assignment I can use a partner on.\" Oh wow, Mr. Big. \"If you're interested.\" Another pause. \"Shit, Effie, I miss you, I want you. Fuck. Come to Switzerland with me. God damn, you were so hot, and we are on fire together. I want it again, please. Just call me back, please. I'm sure your phone I.D.ed my number. Fuck.\"\nHang up.\nEffie?\nWhat? Effie?\nI think for a minute. Not a guy to make a mistake.\nNot Effie. F and T. Flesh and Thieves. He's been thinking about me. I smile. I've been thinking about him too.\nI wait a few minutes. I call him back.\nI don't say hello. \"Well, Mr. Big. What's the job?\"\nI think I can hear him smile over the phone at the Mr. Big moniker.\n\"It's a two-fold. I need to steal a necklace of a princess while she's wearing it and protect the other princess during the same time.\"\nI laugh. \"Piece of cake.\"\n\"So are you in?\"\n\"You bet your fancy binoculars I'm in.\"\n\"Meet you in the airport in Bern; Friday at noon?\"\n\"Absolutely.\"\nWe hang up. For the first time in my life I don't give a shit about the job. I'm looking forward to the sex. Oh fuck, I'm looking forward to the sex.\nI remember last time.\nHe lifted me easily and slammed me up against the wall. Rocked me with his hard, huge length against my belly until I was soaked. Plunged into me, almost no foreplay, but fuck, we were both so ready, running high on adrenaline and anticipation.\nGod damn, now I was getting wet just thinking about it.\nI call him back.\n\"Yes,\" he answers the phone.\n\"I forgot to say hi,\" I drawl. \"I forgot to say every time I think of you I get wet. I forgot to say that if that wasn't the best damn fuck of my life, it was damn fucking close.\"\nHe laughs.\n\"Right back at you.\"\nI made my voice as low and sexy as I could make it.\n\"Friday's so far away; there's so many things I didn't do. Suck that huge cock for instance.\"\nI heard a sharp intake of breath.\n\"Anyway,\" I say casually. \"Just wanted to say hi and let you know I've been thinking about you.\" I hang up.\nI smile to myself. Yeah. I'm the bitch. A total, total bitch.\nYeah me!\nFriday is going to be awesome.\nCan you say mile high club?\n* I've been to Switzerland once, for exactly four hours. I've never been to Bern. I know nothing about it. I do some research. Seems like it would be a really nice place to sightsee.\nI have no intention of seeing any of it that isn't inside wherever the job will be, or the inside of a hotel.\nI arrive in the Bern airport early. Mr. Big hasn't told me where to meet him. I consider texting him to tell him I'm here, but decide against it. There's a directory on a center kiosk-like thing, not all that different from some airports in The States and a lot of malls.\nI study it.\nStrangely enough there's a hunting and fishing enthusiasts shop. I'm assuming they have guns. And binoculars.\nSeems like as good a place as any for a rendezvous.\nIt's the cleanest airport I've ever seen.\nI find the sports store. I pretend to peruse the items in the window, trying to look inconspicuous and checking out the passersby in the reflection. I sense Mr. Big before I see him.\nI turn around. There he is, in all black, looking hot as fuck.\nDamn.\nI couldn't help my huge smile. He smiles back at me.\nBig doesn't hug or kiss me. But he gets very, very close in my personal space and leans down, his mouth close to my ear.\n\"Ready?\" he asks.\nI have never, in my life, heard a word more laced with innuendo.\n\"More than,\" I answer back.\nHe pulls back a little and smiles.\n\"Come on, baby, I've got a limo waiting.\"\nA limo? That's unusual. Traceable. But...he must know what he's doing.\nWe walk, side by side. He matches his stride to mine, so much shorter than what his usual step would be. I'm on his left. His knuckles graze my wrist occasionally, but he doesn't try and take my hand.\nHe's smarter than that.\nWe go outside to where the line of limo drivers are waiting. A driver is leaning against his car with a very small white sign, 'Ms. F.N.T.'\nI smile when I see it. Flesh and Thieves.\nThis trip will be some of both.\nMy favorite.\nThe driver holds the door for me, and we get into the limo.\nAs soon as we're both in, before the driver has even gotten back in the car, Big yanks me to him and crushes his mouth onto mine. His tongue immediately delves in, with a ravenously hungry kiss that sets my body on fire.\nWhen he breaks off the kiss to take a breath he says, \"I've been wanting to do that for two weeks, since the day I woke up in the motel alone.\"\n\"So do it again.\"\nHe does. Even hotter and more passionate than the first time, if such a thing is possible.\nHe knocks on the smoke-colored privacy glass between the front and back of the window. The glass rolls down. Big says something in perfect French. I'm not sure what. Directions probably. I don't speak French.\nSpanish is more practical. Come on, like I expect one day I'm going to wake up and find myself in Switzerland?\nAh...I guess so.\nThe glass goes back up, and Big pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him. He's already hard. He fits me to him better.\nSo this is why he wanted a limo. Because he didn't want to wait.\nYou know, I like his style.\nI smile against his mouth as he kisses me again. He rains hot kisses down my neck. Fastens on to a nipple through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moan and arch against him.\n\"Oh fuck,\" I whisper.\n\"Let's get this off,\" he says. He pulls my blouse over my head and throws it on the seat. He sets a world record in how fast he gets my bra off.\nHis tongue circles my nipple before he pops it in his mouth. He bites, softly, working the tip between his teeth.\nMy core floods, and I moan.\nMy God, I missed him.\nHe moves to the other nipple, but fondles the first one softly. The juxtaposition between the soft treatment from his large fingers and the rough treatment of his soft mouth drives me crazy.\nIs it possible to come from him just working my breasts?\nNo. I don't think so.\nBut oh, so close.\nHe stops to look at me.\n\"You're so beautiful, Effie. Every part of you.\"\nBig kisses me again and robs me of of my pants in about two seconds flat. So apparently paintings aren't the only thing he's good at taking.\nHe pushes me down on the seat, opens my legs, and gives me one quick lap of his tongue, directly on my clit, and then stops.\nI cry out.\nGod that first lick is so, so good.\nI look up at him. His gaze is absolutely, positively devious.\nBig stares at me. Then, very, very deliberately, he opens the privacy glass, just a quarter of an inch.\nHe smiles. Utterly wicked.\nIt's fine with me. For somebody who spends most of her professional time being invisible, I have an exhibitionist streak a mile long. I don't mind having an auditory audience.\nI get wetter. Bite my lip. Nod.\nHe dives in.\nI scream.\nOh, fuck. Nobody should be this good.\nHe has to pin me down as I writhe, trying simultaneously to get closer to him and farther away, because my synapses are searing so fast I'm afraid I'll break something with the force of the combustion that's heading my way so fast. Too fast.\nThen I'm bucking upward, against his mouth, and moaning. Oh fuck, moaning.\nHe throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and uses his fingers to open me up even more. He works large slow licks, getting every single mountain and valley. Then he zeros in on that exact one tiny spot on the one spot that nobody knows about and works it so fast.\nI scream again, louder, and come hard. Gushing.\n\"Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop.\"\nHe does.\n\"Just a preview,\" he says.\nOh fuck.\nWho is this guy?\nAftershocks wrack me, and my body spasms.\n\"Beautiful,\" he says softly.\nHe takes his cock out of his pants. Strokes it. He doesn't remove any of his other clothes.\nI close my eyes. I'm still breathing heavy. Another set of aftershocks roll through. I hear a condom rip.\nThen his tongue is inside me, and I'm barreling toward another orgasm.\n\"NO!\" I shout. \"No, no, no.\"\nHe stops. Puts his hands up in surrender. \"Okay,\" he says. \"I just wanted to make sure you had enough. You know. To tide you over until you get to the hotel.\"\n\"Cocky fucker.\"\n\"Any second now,\" he says and poises above me. \"Still ready?\"\n\"For you? Always.\"\nHe plunges in. One long, fast push.\n\"Ahhhhh, fuck.\"\n\"Just want to make sure you can feel me,\" he says.\n\"You God damned mother—\"\nExcept then he starts moving, and it's so good, he literally fucks me into shutting up.\nHe leans down and bites my neck. Softly. It's a counterpoint to how hard he's pounding.\nI moan louder and louder. I can't help it. I have a second to wonder if the driver has an erection.\nThen I can't think. Big hits a spot in me, and I come again. I've never come this way; I can't believe it.\n\"Oh, so good, F.,\" he says.\nBig slows down, making his strokes rocking and sinuous. The sound that comes out of me is almost a song, the moan is so low and long and melodious.\n\"That's it, baby,\" he says, \"That's it.\"\nA tear starts rolling down my face. Then another. I can't even explain why. Relief that I'll get to experience this once in my life maybe.\nMaybe he notices. Maybe he just notices my change to silence.\n\"You okay, love?\"\nI nod. \"More than okay. Sublime.\"\nHe smiles at me. That big, honest, guileless smile.\nOh God.\nBig had stopped pumping for a second when he asked me if I was okay. He resumes. Slower.\n\"You ready?\" he asks.\nFor what?\nI nod.\nHe pulls out. Turns me over and moves me until I'm on my hands and knees. Slides back in.\nThen he starts moving. Fast. Faster.\nHarsh.\nFierce.\nPrimal.\nWonderful.\n\"Unh, unh, unh.\" A deep grunt is forced out of me when he bottoms out at the end of each thrust. He's so big, from this angle he's reaching the end of me and giving my inside a little tap that almost hurts. It's edging the pain/pleasure barrier. Keeping me adrenalinized, and scared, and excited. But it's so good.\nMy heart is seizing up.\n\"My feet are burning,\" I say. I say it again, louder. \"My feet are burning.\"\nHe keeps up the steady torture. I can't go much longer like this. I have a mini orgasm. Electricity exploding everywhere. Maybe I can go a lot longer.\nBut my body sizzles hard.\n\"Hurry.\" My voice is breathless, it sounds almost teary. \"Please. Hurry.\"\nHe moves me around again. Like I'm a tiny rag doll he has no problem manipulating. Then I'm sitting on him, straddling him. My legs wrapped around him, and that big cock nestled in me.\nHe leans me way back, supporting me. He easily moves me up and down.\nSlowly.\nFaster.\nSlamming.\nBig is grunting now, the first sounds I've really heard him make.\n\"Close,\" he whispers.\nWith a huge roar, I feel him twitch and come. I collapse against him.\n\"Not bad,\" he says.\n\"The traffic threw me off,\" I say. \"I was trying to backseat drive.\"\nHe chuckles slightly.\nHe doesn't get soft right away, so he stays inside me for a minute.\n\"Get dressed, baby,\" he finally says. \"We're burning so much gas traveling in circles we're creating an energy crisis.\"\nI smile.\nI dress.\nBig taps gently on the window, and closes it up that last inch.\nAbout five minutes later the limo stops.\nThe driver opens the door for me. I don't know whether to look him in the eyes or not. I vote for not. I look down. My cheeks are red.\nI hear Big talking to the driver in French. I look up. Big hands him a hundred.\nSo much for not memorable.\nI look around. We're at a tram station. Smart. If anyone tracks down the driver or the company and asks, all he can say is that he let us off at a public transportation depot.\nI smile at Mr. Big.\nWho is this guy?\nWho the fuck cares?\n\"Time to look in on the two princesses?\" I ask.\nHe shakes his head. \"We have time. The ball's not until tonight. I thought we'd inaugurate our room first.\"\nI smile at him.\nSounds like a plan." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"In this steamy tale of desire and anticipation, Patrick finally reunites with his long-awaited lover, Carol. As their lips meet in a passionate kiss, they embark on an exhilarating journey of pleasure and exploration. Write a scintillating story that delves into the depths of their desires as they indulge in oral delights and unleash their most intimate fantasies upon each other. With Patrick's insatiable hunger for Carol's luscious, wet pussy and Carol's craving for intense clit stimulation, depict how they navigate through mind-blowing cunnilingus, deep tongue-fucking, and tantalizing clit-biting. Explore the intricacies of their connection as they savor each other's essence while engaging in passionate kisses that taste like sweet victory. Don't hold back on the details as you bring to life their explosive climax, leaving them both breathless and yearning for more. Remember to use tags such as #erotic #sensual #oralpleasure to enhance the allure of your story.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the pilot announced the final descent of his flight to Jacksonville, Patrick sighed and thought, at last I'm here. He smoothed his clothing, grabbed his carry-on, and walked to the luggage carousel.\nAs he grabbed his suitcase he turned and there she was. Just as he dreamed a hundred times before, she stood there, a vision. She was dressed in a simple, elegant and sexy black dress. His heart beat faster and his palms grew sweaty.\nHe dropped his luggage and closed the distance between them. Patrick wrapped his arms around her and pulled Carol into a bear hug. At the end of the hug Patrick lifted Carol in his arms and spun her slowly.\nThe first kiss was deep and intense. Patrick felt his surroundings melt away as he could only see, smell, touch and taste Carol. He kissed her again and this time their tongues met in a deep soul kiss. Patrick held her hand as they walked to her car.\nPatrick thought of all the things he wanted to say to Carol, but he was so overwhelmed he was speechless. As she headed towards her home, Patrick rubbed Carol's thigh softly. Patrick's fingers eased under Carol's little-black dress. He soon realized that she was wearing no panties.\nPatrick then remembered what he promised Carol. In slow and vivid detail he told her how he planned to spend their first hour together. Patrick told Carol how much he was going to enjoy licking her hot, wet, juicy pussy. Carol's pussy quivered as Patrick traced his fingers higher up her thigh.\nPatrick opened Carol's front door and walked into her home. Two steps in he shut her door and put his luggage down. Patrick fell to his knees and pulled one of Carol's legs over his shoulder. Patrick pushed up her dress and without any warning, feasted on Carol's sweet pussy. He wanted to go slowly and savor her tasty hot pussy, but when he saw Carol's blonde pussy, wet with desire, he couldn't wait.\nCarol's sighs turned to moans as Patrick licked her outer lips and traced circles around her clit. Patrick was stunned at how wet and hot her pussy was. He savored her pussy juice like it was a vintage wine. He essence was better than he even imagined. Carol encouraged him by pulling his head in deeper. Patrick licked and sucked on Carol's sweet pussy until she was dripping with passion.\nPatrick eased down on his back and Carol knew what to do next. She kneeled with one leg on either side of his head and pushed her wet hot pussy into Patrick's face. He had dreamed of this for months, and was ready as well.\nCarol pushed her pussy towards Patrick's eager tongue. He rolled his tongue and began to slowly tongue-fuck her. Carol wanted it deeper and harder so she grasped Patrick's head and pulled it into her pussy. Patrick licked that wet pussy as deeply as he could, as Carol fucked his face.\nAs he looked up he saw Carol rubbing her swollen clit. Her moans grew deeper and more husky. Patrick sucked as much of her hot pussy juices as he could. When Carol said she was going to come, Patrick shifted his head and sucked her clit into his mouth.\nCarol's clit was like a red-ripe fruit. Patrick sucked it into his mouth and softly bit down on it, Carol's clit was swollen and huge between his teeth.. She was rubbing her nipples as he sucked and tugged on her clit.\nWhen Patrick bit down on Carol's clit a second time, she unleashed a warm wet torrent of her sweet essence. Rocking back and forth, Carol's pussy wet Patrick's tongue, lips, chin and face. Her orgasm was like a wave of pleasure and Carol flowed her sweet cum all over. Patrick did his best to lick up every drop.\nAs her orgasm subsided, Carol leaned back and sighed deeply. Patrick rolled her over onto her side. As they rested, Carol leaned in and kissed Patrick. Patrick shared Carol's essence with her as they kissed. Patrick looked into Carol's eyes and said, \"I am right where I want to be.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"Explore the sensual world of foot play and exhibitionism in a steamy train encounter. Write a story where a couple indulges in their foot fetish, with the wife teasing her husband by pleasuring him with her feet under their coats while a stranger sits opposite them. Incorporate elements such as toe sucking, foot jobs, and nipple play to heighten the erotic tension. Consider adding an element of danger as they try to conceal their activities from the oblivious stranger. Use tags like 'foot fetish', 'exhibitionism', 'voyeurism', and 'public sex' to enhance the prompt.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had promised my wife to take her away for a dirty weekend to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. I had pushed the boat out and booked us a fancy hotel in the middle of the Parisian Red Light District 'Le Pigalle' known for its art, coffee shops and of course sex. I booked the Eurostar train tickets and told my wife to be ready for a weekend of romantic strolls in Montmartre, room service and me going down on her, her new favourite thing ever since I had bought her a small vibrator which I would insert inside of her sweet cunt whilst I darted my tongue gently over her clit.\nMy job in telecom sales often takes me away from home, so we were both really looking forward to spending some quality time together. My wife had come off the contraceptive pill, as we wanted to start a family. My wife's sexual arousal had as a result skyrocketed and she was now constantly wanting my dick inside of her, all times of the day. The possibility we could be making a baby added a new dimension to the intensity and satisfaction of our fucking.\nWe hadn't even pulled out of London St Pancras train station when my wife started to flirt outrageously with me, asking me if I liked her new top and would I like a special preview of her new silky bra underneath.\nOur seats were on a table facing each other. My wife has been blessed with rather big titties which she normally likes to keep covered-up as she teaches at a boys only school and doesn't like drawing attention to herself. However, today she wore an unfamiliar and very clingy, low cut vest top. I only noticed it once she had removed her coat and cardigan as we took our seats. Even after all the years of knowing my now wife, I still strongly lusted after her.\nI remember asking her to get the wine glasses out of her bag, I wanted to toast her our anniversary and her beautiful breasts!\nWe got settled and I poured the wine. My wife then kicked-off her sandals and popped her feet into my lap. She had just had a pedicure and all her nails were this shiny, gel looking red. She told me she chose the colour especially for me. Her feet were already lovely, but the toe polish made them perfect. Plus she had chosen to wear her gold toe ring. I had an urge to suck her pristine toes. \"You could easily have been a foot model.\" I complimented her, which amused her.\nThe train still hadn't left and a guy in his mid 20s with a laptop, bags and folders asked if he could sit next to my wife. He told us there was a family of young kids by his seat and he just wanted some quiet to concentrate, would we mind? I noticed that he made a big effort to look at my wife's face and not her plunging cleavage. His eyes did eventually flicker down for the briefest of moments - I couldn't blame him.\nIt was when the train finally departed, that my wife's playfulness intensified. Her foot had remained in my lap when the guy had sat down next to her, and I had let my hands absentmindedly stroke her soft feet as we chatted about what we could do when we arrived, a late super, drinks, dancing or straight to our hotel room with the four poster bed. My wife knew I had packed the hand cuffs.\nThe guy next to us had his headphones in, we could hear a little drum and bass sound bleed out and his eyes were glued to his screen as he tapped away. We felt confident we could just chat and behave as if he wasn't there.\nStill I felt a little uncomfortable as my wife shifted into one of our sexy role plays.\nOne of my favourite fantasies is to be disciplined by a headmistress. She started to ask if I had been a good boy at school today, had I followed all of my teacher's instructions etc. We normally only ever enjoy the role playing in the bedroom, but I happily started to play along. The train ride was over two hours and I didn't think anyone could hear us.\nAs I answered all of her questions, my excited wife's cheeks turned their usual rosey pink. She started to rub her heel into my groin and along my now hard dick. I did try to stop her by me holding her feet more firmly in place, but that just made her more determined. She told me to listen to her instructions to put my coat over my lap, undo my belt and unzip my trousers. She wanted to see if I had put on clean underwear this morning for school.\nMy naughty wife knows I hardly ever put underwear on, I find it hot and restrictive, especially as I'm quite well-endowed.\nIt must have been the wine and sitting opposite my clearly horny-as-fuck wife, because I did as she asked. I unbuckled and unzipped.\nIt felt amazing having her smooth heels resting on the edge of my balls and her toes gently brushing along the length of my now solid, hard dick.\nI was surprised how much I could feel the coldness of her toe ring. She had never done anything like this before to me, or anyone else I later found out. I loved her pretty feet, but aside from tying them up sometimes, we didn't have much foot play in our foreplay.\nSomehow as a novice she managed to clasp both the soles of her feet around my dick and started this rhythmic tugging.\nIt felt like a hand job from when I was a teenager, a bit clumsy, but so exciting.\nIt was when she found the head of my dick with her big toe and ran it over, back and forth that I started to lose it. My pre-cum was making the motion easy for her.\nI kept checking to see if the guy opposite was noticing anything, but he seemed engrossed with his laptop. I made sure my coat remained on top of the action.\nThen my wife, the little tease, brazenly pulled down her top further and I could see her left nipple. Poking out the top of her bra, like nothing was out of place. That was it, I needed to cum and I needed it to happen now.\nWhen I get to the point of return, I struggle to pull back.\nShe must have known what the nipple slip would do to me and started jerking her feet harder, all I could do was learn forward over the table and turn my body to look out of the window into the darkness of the tunnel. I felt powerless and whether I could cum, was literally down to my wife's feet.\nIn the window reflection I could see my wife play, twist and pinch her nipple - her engagement ring sparkling as it caught the overhead lights. That was it.\nI shot a week's worth of cum all over her beautiful, nicely pedicured feet and toe ring. The orgasm was unlike anything I had had before, it was much longer and almost like it hadn't happened, the feeling was amazing but frustratingly not as strong as normal. For a few minutes we both didn't dare speak or look around us, my wife casually poured us both another glass of wine, whilst the pink flush in her cheeks returned to normal. I just concentrated on not looking so guilty.\nI remember being still so horny afterwards, my dick hard again within minutes. My wife learnt over to whisper that she had almost cum from just watching me try to hold in the sound of my orgasm.\nWe used the inside of my coat to clean-up her toes, which we still laugh about today when I wear that coat!\nThat was a few years ago now. From that experience I now have a massive appreciation of the sensuality of women's feet. My wife only has to casually put her bare feet in my lap and I start to get hard. If she paints her toenails red and wears the toe ring then I'm taken right back to being wanked off by her feet under my coat, with a stranger sat opposite me. The best first year anniversary gift a man could be given." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense journey of Thomas and Emily's sexual exploration as they navigate their unique challenges with orgasmic release. Incorporate elements from their story, such as emotional and physical foreplay, diverse forms of stimulation, dominance and pain-play, and the forbidden nature of climax. Craft a scene where Thomas takes control, using his mouth to pleasure Emily's ass while she grinds against his face. Include vivid descriptions of her wetness and tightness enveloping him, as well as the raw intensity that builds between them. Suggest tags like BDSM, anal play, oral sex, dominance/submission dynamics, sensory deprivation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Emily and I had been together three years. We adored each other and had enough common interests to make the day-to-day stuff of life lots of fun. And as far as sex went we were both similarly kinky and, over time, Emily's desires and kinks had become mine and my desires and kinks had become hers.\nIf there was a single fly in the ointment it was that Emily was the least orgasmic person I had ever known. It's not that we didn't try. Lots of emotional foreplay. Lots of physical foreplay. Crazy amounts of lubrication. Hands and mouth working together. Under-stimulation. Over-stimulation. G-spot play. Ass play. G-spot and ass play together. Emily submissive. Emily dominant. A bit of pain. Exquisite tenderness. Rough and taking. Deliciously kinky...\nWhatever varied form our sex play took Emily would usually cycle up through wave after wave of increasing arousal often reaching a place of such extreme pleasure her whole body would be writhing as if on fire. But as soon as she would close in upon that final release she would tumble off the cliff not into climax, but into a binding fear that she had missed it and couldn't reclaim it. Her hoped-for orgasm would slip away like a gorgeous dream at waking.\nSo, we tended to minimize the importance of orgasm and explore other delights. And as much as I love coming I would often not want to go there without her. Sometimes her answer was generous and emphatic. Take me. Fill me. Make me your receptacle. She liked it and I liked it.\nOften, after passionate lovemaking, would come a different kind of sex, a slow relaxed play with the Hitachi magic-wand on her clit and labia and my fingers deep inside of her caressing her g-pot. She would often cross over that way, especially when I added a finger in her ass, but the climax itself would be minor and anticlimactic. Sometimes even a question: \"Did I come?\"\nAdding a bit of Dominance and pain-play into the equation would often make things easier for her and that kind of play opened interesting and satisfying worlds for both of us. But the releases that came then were different from orgasms.\nIf we had hours to ourselves there was even an abject, chthonic and beautifully-dark place we could go together that involved humiliation and release that would give us both days of afterglow, but that is a different story for a different time.\nI was in Costco when I had an idea about Emily and me and after mulling it over couldn't wait to tell her of my plan.\n\"Hey Em,\" I said as I walked through the doorway an hour later, \"I know we usually make decisions together, but I've decided something for both of us. I'm taking orgasm off the table for a month. I'm not allowed to cum. You are not allowed to cum.\"\n\"You've got to be kidding,\" Emily shot back, \"we can't go a month.\"\nYou would thought this would be about the least erotic discussion two people could have. But when our eyes looked into one another it wasn't ten seconds before we were kissing. Ten seconds more and we were tearing off each other's clothes.\nMy cock already rising I pulled Emily against me. The length of our bodies pressing hard against each other every inch of our touching became a place of hunger and merging. Kissing her shoulder close to her neck and breathing in deeply I caught her scent. I needed more of her scent and wetness and a moment later she was straddling my mouth with my arms pulling her down even harder. The wet of her arousal flowing into me made my cock throb so hard I could feel the heat of precum leaking hot upward through the length of my cock.\nEmily slipped into a slow, rhythmic, grinding-down against my mouth and, as I pulled her harder down upon my me, she began to push out from within as if trying to unfurl her insides around my mouth. I loved her enveloping slippery fragrant warmth and it sent waves of pleasure flooding through my body. Feeling her own surging arousal spilling into my mouth was a paradise so intense I never wanted it to end. But soon Emily reached behind her taking my throbbing cock in her hand with a hungry, claiming insistence. She brought her hand up to her mouth spitting an ample load of saliva on it then slathering my cock with its slippery wetness.\nA moment later Emily was sliding downward over my body until she was poised holding perfectly still with the throbbing head of my cock pressing against the sloshy wet heat of her swollen and dripping labia. My eyes looked hungrily into her pale blue oceanic eyes. A flash of a smile and she slipped down enveloping the length of my cock in a single motion the thick of my cock spreading her wide. We may have done it a thousand times but filling her this way was always felt like we were breaking through into a new-made world.\nWe quickly found a rhythm of up-thrusting and down-grinding so melding it felt like even the shaved softness of our pubic areas were fucking into each other. We were both tumbling deep into that state of interfusion, the sloshy wet heat of our bonding spilling back into each of us in a raw sacramental communion. Grinding down hard her head flung back and seeing her eyes roll back a bit I suddenly careened toward climax. I grabbed her hips slowing the thrusts way down.\nEmily had long known there were certain phrases she could say during intercourse that were so fraught with erotic intensity they would provoke almost instant orgasm on my part. Sometimes she would use the words to take away volition and restraint, causing me explode into her at her bidding. I felt the words coming from her and gently touched her mouth then found a slower rhythm.\nThe touch must have driven home my seriousness about neither of us climaxing because her eyes looking into my own took on a new piercing intensity I had never seen before. Suddenly, without any real change in rhythm or thrust we were fucking in a whole new way. Deep, reverential, but without any sense of heading toward climax or goal. It was immensely freeing. Without goal or aim the present moment had an astonishing vividness and clarity and fullness. Each deep thrust into her up-thrusting pelvis took on a raw and mystical fullness. The sheer anatomical wonder of filling the physical depths of the woman I loved with the thickness of my cock became strangely perverse, fiercely animal and deeply sacred.\nI saw the change in her eyes too. Something was dropping away from within each of us, completing our partial minds and bonding us in a whole new way. Neither of us wanted to stop. There was something unexpectedly wild emerging between us. It was raw animal fucking, and it was love, but on top of this a sense of eternity was bodily enveloping us.\nUsually, after ten minutes or so of fucking, we would transition to some variation but not now. Every thrust of my cock into the sloshy wet heat of her loins gave the sense of disappearing bodily into her, not just with my cock but with the whole of my being. And yet at the same time every thrust was a claiming, and even marking, that drew her wholly into me. I had always loved Emily's expressive and changeful face but now I thrilled to a succession of unfamiliar expressions as she tumbled bodily through different zones of bliss.\n\"Ass, please\" she almost hissed maybe twenty minutes later and with eyes half rolled back.\nI slowly withdrew my cock from the warmth of her insides turning her over on her belly and moving my head down to between her ample and lovely ass cheeks. Her ass-crack was sloshy wet with drippings from our long-enraptured entangling. My mouth and tongue, greedy for the depths of her wet asshole, plunged in opening her up and pressing out a flood of saliva into her dark fragrant depths.\nFor a while I mouth-fucked her that way, spitting out more and more saliva till the inside of her rectum was flooded with the wet of my mouth. I added a finger, then two. Emily started squirming with her whole body as I found a rhythm that worked and began caressing her g-spot through her vaginal wall.\nEmily's reaction and the pleasure of my fingers inside the soaked depths of her ass sent waves of joy flooding through me. My whole body had never felt so alive. My skin where it touched Emily felt like flood and fire in one. My cock, fiercely engorged and throbbing, felt every plunge of my fingers as if it were my cock inside of her. Emily's squirming turned into a feral sort of writhing with low, almost guttural moans escaping in rhythmic gasps with every plunge of my fingers. I could feel her rectum relax more and more with every thrust of my fingers until a third and then a fourth easily slid into the dark sloshy depths of her rectum.\nThe hunger for the release of orgasm was fierce and deep and flowing through me in waves, but the knowledge that orgasms was forbidden translated the hunger into a heightening of every sense. And hearing, touch, taste, smell and sight were deliciously vibrant and acute.\nI have always been scent-driven and Emily's scents work me like a drug, whether the smell of her sweat, that exquisite wonder-world of the various scents of her arousal, or the dark alluring pungencies of her ass. But now my scent hungers thrummed with urgency. I needed her depths.\nI soaked my two index fingers with the wet of my mouth then used them, almost speculum like, to spread Emily's rectum wide, then wider, and wider still until her relaxed and soaked asshole was gaping.\nMy cock was throbbing hard, its pleasures and hungers flooding the entirety of my being as I plunged my mouth hungrily into Emily's gaped and fragrant rectum. Through a combination of tongue thrusting and sucking and suckling and using my fingers to gape her still wider I got my mouth outrageously deep inside her ass. Emily's body rocked in pleasures, her low moaning turning into something so animal raw it transformed into a dark Circean music bewitching me to crave deeper still.\n\"Push out\" I said, before plunging back into her fragrant depths.\nAlready beautifully-deep inside Emily's rectum, my mouth now felt the bliss of her wet depths unfurling bodily around it, almost as if she were drawing me into her depths. My cock was throbbing so hard I could feel the wet heat of precum flowing through its throbbing length. With climax forbidden my mouth had become an extension of my cock and felt pre-orgasmic itself. Emily's rocking ass started back-thrusting against me to drive my mouth ever deeper.\nEmily's relaxed ass gaped wide and loose enough I no longer needed my fingers to spread her. I grabbed her ample ass to plunge in even further with sucking and suckling lips and tongue and her whole body convulsed with pleasure. Emily pushed outward in response and farted, flooding my entire being with waves of pleasure as I inhaled hungrily before again driving my mouth still deeper into her depths.\nSuddenly Emily turned over and moved her head downward and reaching under me grabbed my cock. I turned over and she smiled at me opening her mouth outrageously wild. I loved when she would do this. I loved the glimpse of the pink depths of her mouth and throat. But I also loved the edgy offering quality of the gesture: the declaration of the depths of her mouth as mine to fill as I wished. My cock throbbed hard at the sight.\nLooking down Emily touched the tip of my cock and then sweetly smiling drew a long filament of precum upward from the tip. Everything felt wondrous. Even that fine filament seemed to glow with a numinous light set off by the darkening shadows of the late afternoon sun streaming through the window.\nEmily opened her mouth even wider then plunged it down upon my cock taking the length of it into her, deliberately going gag-deep and holding it there till her eyes teared up and her saliva started flowing like a river. Withdrawing her mouth Emily again turned over thrusting her ass, with its still loose and wet and gorgeously gaping rectum, high in the air.\nEmily and I had, over time, joyfully explored every lovely variation of anal sex we could imagine. But now, sliding into her relaxed and sloshy rectum with my throbbing and saliva-soaked cock we tumbled into a new kind of ass- paradise.\nShe was so wet and loose, my cock slid into her effortlessly as if being sucked in. The no-to-coming edict turned becoming into being, raw and urgent and acute. The slow, easy plunge into her anal depths transfigured into a sacramental merging of heart, psyche, soul, cock and asshole.\nWe fucked that way for an hour or more, slowly, deeply, even after the room turned dark.\n\"Hold me, Thomas\" Emily finally said, and we both knew it was time to stop. We disentangled, then snugged together, my arm cradling her belly. Drifting toward sleep we rocked in the quiet pleasure and glow of each other till at last, in a quiet voice she said almost giggling,\n\"You know, I feel like I've been coming for hours and hours.\"\nAnd pulling her tighter against me, with my hand against her lower belly, I knew just what she meant." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and steamy encounters of John's first night at university. Craft a scene where he meets Alex, an alluring girl he encounters at the bar. Start with their intense make-out session in the tunnel leading back to the halls, building up to a mind-blowing blowjob that leaves John breathless. Then, describe their wild sexual escapades as they engage in passionate sex on his bed, alternating between positions like missionary and doggy style. Don't forget to incorporate details about Alex's incredible body, including her perky breasts and tight arse, as well as John's thick seven-and-a-half-inch cock. Emphasize their insatiable lust for each other and highlight the multiple orgasms they experience throughout the encounter. Suggest tags such as \"college sex,\" \"blowjob,\" \"doggy style,\" \"intense orgasms,\" and \"one-night stand.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "SATURDAY\nThe day was finally here. John smiled as his parents' car pulled up outside the university halls -- his residence for the next three years. At the age of nineteen, he was ready to leave home and enjoy all the freedoms that this entailed.\nAfter a tearful farewell from his mum and a more relieved goodbye from his dad, John sat alone in his new bedroom. He had lucked out, with one of the biggest rooms given to the new freshers -- his own bathroom, a small private kitchen just across the hall, and a double bed.\nWith over an hour until his first scheduled appointment -- a campus tour -- John's mind wandered as to what the year ahead had in store. He had done well in school and got pretty good grades, but he was no genius -- no, the appeal of university was far less about the academic environment and far more about the people he'd meet and the things he'd get up to.\nDespite his age, John was already fairly sexually experienced, but living at home had its restrictions and it was a welcome relief that he'd have his own space, without having to worry about sneaking a girl in or lying to his parents about where he'd be spending the night. University was a fantastic opportunity to cut loose, and John couldn't wait to seize it. Freshers' week in his halls had a reputation for being a wild one, and he couldn't wait to meet some girls and see what happened.\nHe didn't have to wait long. The campus tour involved all 150 or so new students living in the accommodation blocks nearby, and John wasted no time in chatting to his fellow new arrivals as well as scouting out the girls who'd be living just minutes' walk away.\nHe wasn't disappointed -- everywhere he turned there seemed to be another gorgeous looking young woman. And as the students made their way around the campus, John was not the only guy who seemed far more interested in flirting than looking around the library, gym and dining hall. He particularly enjoyed meeting a beautiful Chinese girl called Melissa who had a very cute smile and an incredible figure, and a sultry looking girl called Hayley, whose tight- fitting dress left very little to the imagination. The conversation was pretty run-of-the-mill -- predictable stuff about where they were from, what subject they were studying etc -- but John made a mental note to try to talk to both of them again.\nBefore long, it was nearly dinner time and the tour broke up, with the students each going to their accommodation blocks. A very earnest guy called Simon who lived across the hall from John suggested that their block all ordered pizza, and half an hour later John found himself sitting in a group of around a dozen freshers chatting away as they drank beer and ate their pizza.\nOne girl in particular caught his eye. She was striking rather than classically beautiful -- with a devilish smile and long, brown hair cascading down to her shoulders -- but it was her body that really grabbed John's attention. Her short dress showed off her tall, athletic figure perfectly -- her smooth, toned legs were on display for all to see, and the way she was sitting on the floor gave a tantalising glimpse of the shape of her tight arse.\nJohn gazed at her, drifting out of the conversations going on around him, and his mind soon turned to imagining how she would look without the dress on at all. He thought about what it would be like to feel those long, slender legs wrapped around him, and her piercing eyes fixed on him as her fit arse bounced up and down on his cock.\nBut his reverie was interrupted as she got up from the other side of the circle they were sitting in, smiling at him, and came over to sit down next to him on the floor.\n\"Hi, I'm Clare,\" she said confidently as she sat down beside John, her gaze fixed on him.\n\"John,\" he replied, sticking out his hand to shake hers, which made him feel slightly foolish given the thoughts that had been swirling round his head seconds earlier.\nShe smiled at him, and John couldn't help but feel that her hand lingered on his a little longer than he might have expected.\nThey made small talk for a few minutes, which John was never very good at, though he did learn that Clare's room was directly above his -- a fact that she seemed eager to convey to him. But any chance John had of taking things further was halted, temporarily at least, by Simon who sat himself down between them and started talking away about plans for the evening, clearly not noticing the building tension between Clare and John.\nJohn smiled sheepishly at Clare as Simon carried on, telling them both that a large group of freshers were planning to go for some drinks at a bar in town. It didn't seem up for debate whether Clare and John would be going, so they finished their pizza, downed their remaining beer and went back to their rooms to get ready for a night out.\nAs John changed his shirt and washed his face, he hoped beyond anything that he'd get to spend more time with Clare and that she had had some of the same thoughts about him as he had had about her. Again he found himself imagining her naked, this time going down on him, licking his cock from base to tip and swallowing his whole length. And being in the privacy of his own bathroom, he unzipped his flies, taking out his already hard cock and pumping it vigorously. A couple of minutes later, his mind consumed by thoughts of Clare, he came hard.\nAfter cleaning up, he finished getting ready and joined his fellow students in the hallway where they were gathering to go to the bar. He was pleased to see Clare was still wearing her short, sexy dress, and she smiled at him alluringly as they made their way out of the halls. Students from every block seemed to have the same evening plans, and a large group of them made their way across town together to the bar. Once more, mundane conversation about everyone's course choices and hometowns filled the air. John quietly hoped for something more.\nThey arrived to find the bar absolutely packed, with students from across the university already filling almost every inch of floor space. Deciding to be more forward with Clare, John asked if he could buy her a drink, and went off to the bar to get the vodka and cranberry she had requested, again with a smile.\nThe queue for the bar took forever, with people pushing in and cutting in front of John on numerous occasions. By the time he eventually got his drinks, it had been at least thirty minutes, and he returned to the area that Clare and the others had been waiting to find that none of them were anywhere to be seen. He pushed his way around the rest of the bar, looking for them and feeling increasingly frustrated that he couldn't find Clare in particular.\nAfter another thirty minutes of searching, he gave up and settled on chatting to a couple of guys he'd met earlier on the campus tour. John finished the beer he'd bought for himself earlier, as well as Clare's vodka, assuming that she'd left and gone somewhere else. The guys he was with bought another round of beers and they talked about their football teams and joked about girls they fancied around the bar. They were a nice bunch, but it was now getting late and John was starting to feel like freshers' week wasn't getting off to the start he'd hoped for.\nAs the minutes drew on, the bar got slowly emptier, with many students moving on to other places. Guys left the group John was in and others joined; John was ready to leave.\nBut coming back from a toilet break, John spotted a girl sitting alone at the bar. He recognised her from the tour earlier. Her face was cute but nothing special to look at, but she was blessed with a killer body -- her tight, blue dress showing off a petite frame, with a gorgeous looking arse, a slim waist and topped off by a small but firm pair of tits. She didn't have Clare's tall physique or striking looks, but she was hot and she looked like she knew it.\nEmboldened by the number of beers he'd had and his disappointment at not being with Clare, John sat down beside the girl at the bar.\n\"Can I get you a drink?\" he asked.\n\"Wow. You're not wasting any time, are you?\" she replied, slightly abruptly.\n\"No, I'm not,\" he said \"but frankly I'm bored of having the same conversation about where I'm from and what subject I'm studying with everyone I meet today so I thought I'd try something more direct.\"\nShe smiled and said, \"Well, I'll drink to that. I'm Alex, by the way.\"\nJohn took this as a cue to pull his chair up close, introducing himself and ordering them a couple of drinks. He was feeling decidedly tipsy by this stage, but determined to keep his cool with this new girl. He studied her face more intently as they talked -- she was pretty but clearly wearing a lot of makeup, her mouth standing out in luscious red lipstick, and her brown hair brushing the top of her perky breasts.\nThe conversation was certainly an improvement and flowed more freely than it had before, with both Alex and John clearly enjoying themselves as they shared jokes, stories and rumours about university life. It was after midnight when Alex noticed the time and asked John if he'd walk her back to the halls. He was in no mood to refuse.\nAs they walked across the town centre, continuing their conversation, John's mind swirled with a heady mixture of alcohol and lust. At some point, he felt Alex's hand brush against his and he took it gently in his own. She looked at him with a naughty smile on her face.\nWhen they reached the main gates to the halls, they found them shut.\n\"I forgot they close at midnight,\" John said. \"What do we do now?\"\n\"Don't worry!\" Alex replied. \"Follow me.\"\nShe took his hand and led him around the side of the main entrance.\n\"They showed us this on the tour, remember?\" she said, gesticulating towards some steps that John then remembered led under the walls and into a tunnel that would take them inside the perimeter.\nAs they walked slowly through the narrow tunnel, John was amused to see a condom machine on the wall -- how appropriate it was to have one in the access point that students used after the main gates closed for the night.\nAlex saw him looking at laughed a moment before saying, \"Don't worry. You won't need one of those tonight.\"\nAny brief confusion John may have had about that statement quickly evaporated as Alex turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye, and began kissing him. As her tongue snaked into his mouth, John reached around and grabbed her firm arse through her dress, pulling her closer into him. They made out for several minutes, during which John felt his cock rapidly hardening.\nWith their bodies mashed together, Alex clearly felt it too and she pulled away slightly. Saying nothing, she dropped to her knees and fumbled around with John's zip until she managed to free his engorged cock from the confines of his jeans.\n\"Hello, big boy!\" she purred before licking his whole length and devouring it.\nJohn moaned as he received what was probably the finest blow job of his life up to that point. It was all he could do to stop himself from cumming straight away as he looked down and saw Alex's big brown eyes looking straight back at him. She cupped his balls with her hand and continued her oral assault on his cock.\nAfter a heavenly eternity of watching Alex bob up and down on his dick, John could feel his orgasm building.\n\"I'm about to cum,\" he whispered breathily, suddenly conscious that they could be interrupted any second by other students using the tunnel.\nAlex said nothing and kept her gaze fixed on John's. She didn't move a millimetre as his knees buckled slightly and he let out a loud groan, releasing a torrent of cum into her mouth. John felt spurt after spurt shoot out of the end of his cock, but he didn't see any of it as Alex kept her mouth tightly around him.\nWhen he was all done, she released her grip on him and stood up -- she had swallowed every drop. John's cock was smeared with saliva and Alex's lipstick. They stood starring at one another for a few seconds as they caught their breath.\n\"Where's your room?\" Alex asked him eventually.\n\"P Block,\" John replied.\n\"Yours is nearer,\" she directed. \"Let's go.\"\nThey practically ran the remaining length of the tunnel, emerging at the door of one of the blocks, before hastily making their way towards P Block. Once there, John was so eager to get his room key out of his pocket that he dropped it in the process. When he finally got his door open, the two of them hastened their way inside.\nStanding in the middle of the bedroom, John and Alex resumed making out, running their hands down each others' bodies as they did so. As their tongues mashed together, John could taste the mixture of make-up, saliva and the saltiness of what must have been remnants of his own cum in Alex's mouth -- but he didn't care. All he could think about was fucking her.\nAlex was thinking the same thing. She stepped back slightly from their embrace, stepped out of her heels and unzipped her tight, blue dress. She shimmied out of it and it fell to the floor, revealing a sexy, red bra and panties that bulged with the shape of her pert breasts and muscular arse.\n\"Fuck,\" John mumbled as he watched her.\nAlex smiled as John in turn unbuttoned his own shirt and removed his jeans, leaving just his boxers. His erection had not yet returned after Alex's incredible blowjob just minutes earlier, but, draining in the sight of her incredible body standing just inches away from him, he could feel the blood starting to come back into his cock.\nWanting to make sure he pleasured Alex like she had pleasured him, John took her hand and led her over to his bed in the corner of the room. Taking control, he playfully pushed her down onto the cover. He then clambered over her so his knees were either side of her hips and bent down to kiss her once again.\nHe planted a light kiss on her luscious red lips and then gave her little kisses down her neck and onto her shoulders. Carefully, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Her pert boobs didn't sag at all and instead kept their small, round shape. John began lightly brushing his tongue across her nipples. Alex groaned.\nJohn's kissing trail eventually led past her breasts and down her stomach until her reached her gorgeous red panties. He deftly undid the bows on either side before casting the panties onto the floor as well. He took a moment to admire her clean shaven pussy for a moment and could hear Alex's breathing getting faster with anticipation.\nTeasing her, John began by nibbling the inside of her thighs and running his tongue either side of her lips, making sure that he didn't touch them. After just a few seconds of this, Alex wanted more.\n\"Please,\" she said breathily.\nNot wanting to taunt her for long, John stiffened his tongue and pressed it into her, running it across the whole length of her pussy. Alex squirmed and her body tensed with the sensation.\nJohn was by this stage feeling like his lust had overtaken him completely, and he couldn't wait to get inside her, but he wanted to make sure he returned her oral favour first. He manoeuvred his hands under Alex's tight arse, gripping it firmly before burying his head in her pussy.\n\"Oh my god!\" Alex cried out.\nSpurred on by this, John began an oral assault on her beautiful pussy, licking her out over and over again and strumming her clit with his tongue. He couldn't have been less worried about how loud Alex was in response as she urged him on, though they sound of their lovemaking must have been audible to all of the rooms around.\nWithin a couple of minutes, Alex's body tensed further and she clamped her legs around John's face, exclaiming, \"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!\"\nBut John didn't let up. He kept tonguing her clit and licking her pussy and she screamed her way through several orgasms in succession.\nEventually, he stopped and came up for air, his mouth wet with her juices. Alex's breathing began to settle down and she sat up on the bed, looking at John with pure lust in her eyes.\n\"That was incredible. I've never felt like that before in my life,\" she said.\n\"You're welcome,\" John replied with a smile. \"Though I hope we're not done yet.\"\nAlex didn't say anything in response, but got up off the bed, moved round to where John was sitting on the edge, and slowly pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing his now very hard cock. John had always been quietly pleased with his thick seven and a half inches, and he was both delighted and relieved that it was ready for another go.\nPushing John back onto the bed as he had done to her before, Alex kissed him before straddling his hips and guiding his throbbing erection into her already very wet pussy. It slipped in without any difficulty. They both grunted again.\nNow it was Alex's turn to take control. She placed her hands on John's chest and began bouncing herself up and down on his cock, slowly pushing herself up almost his whole length before gently falling back down.\nJohn was in heaven. He knew that having cum from the blowjob he'd be able to last much longer now, and he wanted to make the most of it. He couldn't believe his luck that on his very first night of university, he'd met this incredibly hot girl and here she was riding his cock and moaning his name, fresh from having swallowed his load.\nLost in her own lustful trance, Alex picked up the pace, bouncing more vigorously and forcing herself down hard onto John's cock. John was only too happy to assist and grabbed her hips to help lift her up and down whilst thrusting his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The sound of their heavy breathing and the bed creaking filled the air.\nBefore long, Alex was on the verge of cumming again. As her breathing got faster, John looked up at her and admired her incredible stamina and her amazing body again - he loved the way her firm boobs kept bobbing up and down as she rode him, and he couldn't see an ounce of fat on her fit, athletic body. A few more minutes of this and John knew he would be cumming again himself.\nThis time, Alex's release hit her even harder than it had before. John held her up on his cock as she stopped moving. Her breathy moans stopped for a moment before she exhaled loudly.\n\"Oh fuck yes!\" she cried, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.\nFor a moment, she sat there with John's cock still inside her, then she rolled off him and lay back on the bed.\n\"That was incredible,\" she said as she calmed down. \"Maybe we should just spend freshers' week fucking in your room.\"\n\"Hey, I'm game if you are,\" John replied with a smile.\nWhilst he'd been pretty much desperate for sex on his first night of uni, he was delighted he had ended up with Alex. Without any shadow of a doubt, she was a fantastic fuck.\n\"Your turn again, boy -- what's it to be?\" she asked, licking her sweet red lips.\nJohn knew he wasn't far away from finishing and wanted to make the most of it. He had enjoyed feeling up Alex's arse all evening and wanted a closer look. Saying nothing, he grabbed her around her tiny waist, flipped her over onto her stomach and lined his cock up with her wet pussy.\n\"Aaaaaggghhh!\" Alex exclaimed as John filled her up again.\nShe felt his hips press against her bum as her pussy swallowed his whole cock. She was still tingling from her last orgasm and knew another one wasn't far away.\nJohn loved nothing more than fucking a girl doggy style -- he wouldn't last long in this position but he always felt incredible taking a girl from behind and couldn't resist it.\nAlex's bum was the cutest and tightest he'd ever seen. He was completely overcome by raw, animal instinct as he grabbed it and began ploughing his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. The sound of his balls slapping against her was punctuated by their ever louder moans. \nIt didn't take long for Alex to cum again. She buried her face in a pillow as she screamed out again and her body went limp, but this didn't deter John who kept holding on to her hips and fucking her hard. He carried on like this for several minutes until he felt his orgasm building inside him.\n\"I'm going to cum,\" he announced to Alex, almost spent from their exertions.\nShe said nothing but raised her bum up to meet his cock. After a few more thrusts, he was nearly there. Finally, he grabbed Alex firmly and pulled her along his full length until he bottomed out. He went silent for a moment then exhaled loudly as he released his load into her.\n\"That was amazing,\" he said as he pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices. \"You were amazing\".\nAlex turned over on the bed and John bent down to kiss her. They were both exhausted and so they curled up under the covers, with John nestled behind Alex.\nAs he drifted off to sleep, John reflected on an amazing night. He thought about the great sex he'd had with Alex and her joking about doing it all week -- and no doubt he hoped to fuck her again. But then he thought about all the other hot girls he'd seen and met, especially Clare, and longed to spread his wings some more.\nOne thing was for sure: it had been a fantastic start to freshers' week." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"Explore the passionate and steamy encounters between Tina, Leila, and Bill as they indulge in a night of intense pleasure. Craft a scene where Tina seduces Leila in the car, teasing her with her fingers and tongue while driving. Include vivid descriptions of their bodies and sensations to heighten the erotic tension. Then, describe their arrival at Tina's house, where they continue their sensual escapades on a king-sized bed with a mirrored wall. Have Leila bring Tina to multiple mind-blowing orgasms using her expert tongue and fingers. Meanwhile, Bill watches from behind before joining them for an explosive threesome. Incorporate elements of dominance, nipple play, anal stimulation, and simultaneous oral sex to intensify the experience. Finally, conclude with a passionate shower session where all three lovers engage in playful food exploration before bidding farewell to Leila for the evening.\"\n\nTags: lesbian sex, bisexual encounter, threesome, public play, car sex, cunnilingus, fingering, mirror play,\ndominance/submission dynamics" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My husband, Bill, goes to play poker with his doctor friends every Friday evening. Leila and I go out to dinner then to either her house or mine, alternating each week. After dinner we come back and have dessert – we feast on each other. She is so delicious, and I can eat her all evening and never gain an ounce. Of course two dining together, at the same time, is a wonderful way for both to enjoy dessert!\nFriday night, Lila and I had a fabulous dinner with wine and no dessert! As we dined we were talking about what we would do and grinning wickedly. Leila looked very sexy, her dress was just tight enough to show off her small neat figure and her bodice was cut low enough to reveal the slopes of her breasts. My top was cut a little low and with no bra on under it, my hardened nipples were more than evident. The waiter could not keep his eyes off of them, nor could Leila.\nI asked quietly what toys she wanted to play with later as it was the night to go to her house. She is a sex toy collector and has a wide assortment of dildoes, vibrators, butt plugs and other erotic and exotic toys. She didn’t commit herself much. Under the table we both stroked each other’s thighs discretely and got ourselves rather hot.\nAfter dinner, as I drove, she asked if we could go to my house instead of hers. A little surprised, I agreed, but decided our \"playing field\" is larger than hers - a king sized bed as opposed to her queen. We have been known to roll off the bed in the heights of passion!\nShe lives close to me so it was not out of the way. As we moved down the road, she turned toward me and ran her naughty hand up under my skirt and soon had her fingers inside my panties. I let my thighs spread to give her access to my wet pussy. Her finger slid into my depths and I had to fight to keep the car on the road. She took her finger out, licked and sucked it and said that “dessert” tasted good, she just had to have an appetizer.\nI told her that was not fair, so she slid her finger into her own wet cave and ran it over my lips. She always tastes delicious, and this was no exception. I had to make her quit stroking my pussy as my driving got a little erratic and I didn’t want to get stopped by the police. I had consumed only two drinks but didn’t want the hassle. Leila reluctantly agreed. She switched to stroking my breasts and kissing my neck, and got my nipples hard through my blouse, as I didn’t have on a bra.\nAs soon as we were inside the house we kissed and embraced, and our kisses quickly became very passionate. As we moved toward the bedroom, we undressed each other. We left a trail of lingerie across the room, and as we moved up the stairs, our dresses were thrown over the stair rail.\nIn the master bedroom we threw back the covers and climbed into bed. With practiced ease, our bodies fitted together and we kissed and caressed each other. To the side of the bed, our erotic embrace was reflected back to us by the huge mirrored wall, the lights were soft and so romantic.\nSlowly Leila pushed me back and kissed my ears, neck and breasts. My nipples were hard and she knows just how to suck on them to make them longer and even harder. Her sharp teeth nipped and raked them, as she knows that makes the excitement travel straight to my clit. She wiggled her small body between my thighs and I spread my long legs to cradle her. Her firm well-muscled stomach pressed down into my open pussy and she ground her body against mine. She licked her way down slowly, tasting every inch and leaving a wet silver trail downward.\nI keep my pussy mound bare and smooth and she kissed and licked it, then slid her tongue into the crevice and ran it up and down slowly, tantalizing me. I sighed and my hips lifted toward her mouth, but there was no hurrying this talented lady. She knows how I love to be teased and did a wonderful job of that. Her hands cupped and stroked my breasts, pulling on my hard nipples and rolling them as her fantastic tongue teased my slit. When I thought I could stand no more, she pressed her tongue downward and split my pussy lips and found my hard clit. I cried out and my head flew back. My hands went to her lovely red hair and stroked it and pressed her head down against my aching pussy. I heard her chuckle, as she knew she was really getting me excited.\nSlowly she licked and slid her tongue up and down my pussy pressing it ever deeper inside me. I pulled my thighs up and held them against my breasts leaving myself wide open for her. Her lips covered my pussy and I felt a finger slide past her sucking lips to wet it in my juices. I moaned for I knew what she was going to do with that wet digit. I was not disappointed when her wet, slippery finger found my back passage and gently insinuated itself deep inside my bowels. God, I love that. Her lips sucked, her tongue fucked me, moving upward from time to time to flick my clit. Her errant finger probed and fucked my back hole while she licked and sucked my dripping pussy. I loved the little liquid sounds she made as she sucked my wet intimate flesh.\nShe is a consummate lover and she kept me just on the edge of a climax for what seemed like hours. Through scores of lovemaking sessions, she knows my body signs so well and will drive me to the edge of a climax then back off, letting me come down a little, then taking me back to the brink, over and over till I am sobbing and begging her to let me cum. Just when I think I will faint from want and need, she will take me over the edge and bring me to a fantastic climax.\nShe knows me so well that she brought me to two soul wrenching climaxes before she gentled her kisses and caresses. I knew her body was on fire, as we both get very involved when we are making love. We feel our partner’s passions, and it builds our own, so that we are on the edge of a climax when we bring them to one.\nShe slid upward, kissing me gently and lay beside me kissing my lips and letting me lick my delicious juices from her face. I love my own juices and licked her sweet face while I managed to regain my breath. I returned her kisses and began to stroke her compact body.\n“Fuck me, fuck me hard, I’m on fire.” She moaned as her small muscular body thrust against me. She pulled me on top of her and spread her thighs wide for me. I knew that she meant it and moved rather quickly downward and sucked one hard nipple, taking the other between my fingers and squeezed firmly, rolling it between my fingers. I pulled while squeezing it, stretching her small perfect breast to a point. I took her nipple and clamped down with my fingers, and shook her breast from side to side. Her growl of passion told me I was doing the right thing to her. She loves a little pain, as I do.\nMy teeth nipped her other nipple and stretched it between my teeth till it popped out, I repeated it, raking it over and over. I caught both breasts cupping and squeezing them hard and felt her breasts respond and become harder with her passion. Her lithe body bowed upward and I knew she was aching for me. I teased her, pressing my belly against her wet, spread pussy, just the way she had teased me. Her hot wet flesh pushed against me, her thighs pressing inward and her hips hunching upward eager for a climax. .\nHer hands went to my shoulders and pushed me downward with none of the usual gentleness she shows in our lovemaking. She was certainly on fire tonight! I knew the signs and slid downward. I pulled back a moment to look at her neat red-fringed pussy. We keep it neatly trimmed, with me usually doing the trimming and grooming. It is so much more fun that way and usually ends up in a passionate lovemaking session. Her wet pussy was spread, a deep pink rose, her vaginal opening wet and pulsing with her need. Her small puckered nether hole beckoned to me too.\n“Ohh God, Tina, fuck me, eat me. I’m on fire. I can’t stand it. If you don’t fuck me I’ll bring myself off in an instant. Ohhhh Please! Eat me! Eat me!” She moaned and wailed.\nI brought my open lips down hard against her wet pussy and plunged my long tongue inside her as far as possible. She screamed out above me and her fingers went to my head, curling my hair around her fingers, and her fingernails dug into my scalp. I love it for I knew she was on fire with lust. I sucked extremely hard, and her salty/sweet pussy nectar filled my mouth. She was dripping. I drove my tongue deep inside her moving it from side to side inside her tight hole. I felt her pussy contract around my tongue, a sure sign of her coming orgasm.\nI pulled my tongue out and flicked it upward to find her sweet small clit, firm and sensitive. At the same time I slid first one then two fingers deep inside her tight hole, and curled them to find the small firm pad that is her g-spot. She screamed out a long “Ohhhhhhh, God. Yessss!” and her hips thrust upward making my teeth punch against her pubic mound. I felt her flinch but knew she knew I didn’t do it on purpose. I flicked her clit and the pain was forgotten instantly.\nI rubbed her g-spot, rolling my fingers around over the firm pad again and again. From long experience I knew that this would make her pussy wetter and greatly increase the probability that when she came her pussy would ejaculate, spurting her delicious juices into my eager mouth. She doesn’t do it all the time, just when she is very excited sexually, and she certainly was excited now!\nI licked her clit over and over and felt her body become taut and tremble under me. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my mouth. I slid a slippery finger back and found her puckered asshole and slid my long finger deep inside her while I sucked her pussy and mashed my face down into her opening, and she exploded, as I knew she would. Her passionate screams filled the house and her hips came up hard trying to bury my face inside her pussy. I pushed down, thrusting my face into her hot wet flesh, my head moving from side to side. My finger in her back passage slid in and out, hard and fast.\nThen I felt her pussy contract violently, and with a gush her juices shot into my mouth. I sucked her juices and reveled in them. I felt her spurt two or three times. They are always fantastically delicious, and habit forming. I can never seem to get enough of them. I sucked and tongued her depths, driving her to new heights of passion.\nI counted three screaming climaxes before she finally went limp, gasping for breath. I licked her pussy slowly and gently, sucking the last of her juices out, getting every delicious drop from the intimate cup of her body. When I could draw no more nectar from her, I moved up beside her and kissed her cheek while she gasped for air.\nWhen she recovered, we kissed and caressed gently then got up and went to the bathroom to wash our hands. We are both very conscious about bringing germs from the rectum to the vagina while lovemaking. We freshened up a little, and I went down and got a bottle of champagne and two glasses. We drank the bubbling wine, and I showed her a trick I had read of, but we had never tried. I had her lie back on the bed and poured a little of the cold champagne into her cute little belly button, then licked and sucked it out. She loved it, and wanted to do the same to me. We took turns and had a delightful time giggling like schoolgirls.\nExcited by the wine and each other, we put the bottle aside, to kiss and caress. This night we didn’t slip into a 69 as we usually do, but tried to see how much passion and ecstasy we could give each other. We came over and over again and again.\nI hadn't noticed, but that cute little Vixen had one eye on the clock. Bill usually gets home a little after midnight from his poker game. When we finally heard him come home, Leila had me spread on the bed, her lovely head between my thighs, tongue sliding in and out of my hot pussy, fingers playing over my clit then slipping inside me. When Leila heard him she didn't stop, but if anything, turned her impassioned attentions to my pussy up a notch or two. He came up the stairs, following the trail of discarded clothes, and of course heard my moans and sobs of passion. There was sexy Leila on her hands and knees, her cute butt pointed straight at the door, with her thighs spread enough so he could see her very wet pussy.\nShe was licking away at me. She pulled back a little and told him she wanted him too! Damn that man got naked in record time! His cock was pointed at the ceiling before he even got his shorts off.\nShe raised her head and looked back at him and wiggled her cute little butt at him. “I want you to get on the bed and let your beautiful wife get your cock wet and slick, then I want you to get behind me and fuck me hard and fast. Think you can fuck my pussy? It’s on fire. I need you to fuck me!”\nShe really accentuated each FUCK, making it really sexy, and nasty sounding too. God, that was so fantastic. He quickly got up on the bed on his knees and moved close to me. I grasped his hard cock, took it in my mouth, sliding him deep in my throat and got him really wet.\n“Now, fuck me! I need, I need it so bad. Hard! Fast and hard! Ohh! God, Bill, fuck me!” She cried out. I don’t remember ever seeing her so hot, and this after so many orgasms I had lost count. Bill moved behind her and his cock found her slick dripping pussy and he pressed against the tight opening. Leila cried out and thrust her hips back against him. In one stroke he plunged full length into her tight pussy and she screamed out with pleasure. His eyes shut and his face showed his pleasure as his long hard cock thrust full length inside her. Usually he has to take his time as she has a rather small, tight pussy. Not tonight. Her pussy was slick and she was on fire.\nEyes wide, she looked up at me, gave a little squeal of pleasure, then lowered her head and began to lick me again. She gave me several licks but obviously Bill was not fucking her hard enough to suit her. She turned her lovely head. “Damn you, Bill, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me. I need it hard and fast. Deep, fucking hard, slam it into me. Don’t hold back! Fuck me hard! Now!” She cried out. I had never heard her that excited, that expressive. She is usually rather quiet when Bill is around. Not now!\nBill needed no further urging! His hard fucking strokes made her head bounce up and down against my pussy and the slaps of his thighs against her ass filled the room making the bed shake. She put two fingers deep inside me and finger fucked me and rubbed my g-spot while her tongue flicked my clit. Her head had a hard time staying with my pussy as Bill thrusts against her pert firm ass shook her whole body.\nHer tongue flicking, and her magic fingers stroking my g-spot sent me into orbit and I screamed out my ecstasy. I felt my pussy convulse and gush out a stream of my pussy juice to her waiting mouth. Watching him fuck sexy Leila doggy style, bone jarring hard, made me cum like crazy.\nWhen my eyes were able to focus again, I lay gasping for breath and watched my handsome husband fucking the lovely Leila. I looked over at the mirrored wall and got another view of the two lovers. I love watching them together. As he literally pounded away inside her tight pussy, it made her delicious breasts bounce up and down. That is so sexy seeing them jiggle and bounce, nipples like little spikes. I could see the jarring of his hips against hers make even her firm flesh bounce in waves, and the slap of their bodies thrusting resounded in the room. The sturdy bed even squealed in protest.\nI just lay back enjoying two views of them. Bill gave Leila two very vocal orgasms and then he came a moment or two after Leila's second orgasm. He has wonderful staying power and can time his climax so that his partner, Leila or I, comes first. I watched their faces contort with ecstasy and beads of sweat pop up on his brow and fall on her swaying body.\nWe lay kissing afterward, three tongues exploring and probing. Leila slid down in bed and took Bill’s spent cock and she got him rock hard in no time. I wondered, is it because she is NOT his wife that she can get him so hard so fast? I know I've had more practice with him and know his long cock so very well. She couldn’t be better at that than I am, could she? If I’d ask him, he’d lie if she were. I decided to not ask! Her fingers stroked his cock as her mouth slid up and down his gleaming cock. Her tongue lapped at the tip of his cock making him moan pleasurably.\nWhen he was hard and ready she rolled on her back and held out her arms to him. I scooted down and took him in my hand and guided him to her drenched pussy. I watched his wide cockhead spread her sweet pussy, pushing her pussy lips apart to slide inside. Leila gave a long sigh and turned her head for me to kiss her. I kissed her lips while they fucked. I moved down and sucked and fondled her breasts. He rode her slowly this time, bending to kiss her lips from time to time. I moved behind him and fondled his swinging balls watching his cock pull and push on Leila’s small neat pussy lips. As his cock pulled outward, her lips followed as if reluctant to let him go, an on the in stroke it pushed her swollen, friction reddened lips inward. The heady aroma of her juices filled my nostrils.\nTheir actions slowly speeded up and I watched his balls draw up, as he became more excited. Bill brought Leila to two moaning, crying climaxes before he thrust hard against her and his long low moan told me he was shooting his load deep inside her. He stroked slowly till his cock wilted and slid out, and they rolled side by side. When they had recovered, Leila moved over and they got on each side of me. Both began to kiss and caress me at the same time, then my lovely Leila kissed one breast while Bill kissed and licked the other. I felt fingers at my pussy but couldn’t tell whose hand was stroking my clit, and which one was stroking my pussy lips. A few minutes later when I was panting they both moved down and licked my pussy and slid fingers in my pussy and ass and brought me to a fantastic climax. Delightfully double-teamed!\nWhen we were finally through it was very late and we invited Leila to spend the night with us. She readily agreed. We snuggled together but I couldn't get to sleep for some reason, and after they had both gone to sleep, I slipped out of bed - Leila was in the middle cuddled up to Bill's back. I checked my e-mail and played a couple of computer games. I finally went back to bed and cuddled up to Leila's warm soft back, put my arm over the two of them, and went to sleep.\nI woke up in the morning to find them slowly fucking, Leila on her side facing me, a beautiful smile on her face, her eyes closed in pleasure, with Bill behind her stroking slowly so as not to wake me. I love it and kissed and fondled her, then slid a finger down to find her rigid clit and stroked it till they both came. I loved watching their faces distorted in passion as they pleasured each other.\nAfter they had recovered, we got in the shower together. Under the wonderfully sensuous water, Bill kissed my lips and caressed my breasts, and Leila slid down to my pussy. She put my leg over her shoulder and slid her tongue inside me and brought me to a fantastic climax. What a way to start a morning! \nAs we playfully toweled each other off, Leila admitted that she had been super horny the night before and really needed Bill to make love to her too. That’s why she insisted we come back to our house instead of going to hers. She wanted my husband to make love to her also! It had been a fantastic idea and Bill and I both were glad to help the hot little lady-in-need out!\nLeila is a little sex dynamo and can wear Bill out, and then me too! God, what a woman! I love to see the two most important and loved people in my life making love together. She is fantastic.\nWe ate a late brunch, all in the nude, with lots of hugging and playing around. Food was playfully put on our naked bodies and was laughingly licked off. We had to take a quick shower after we finished. Pancake syrup on your breasts, even if licked and sucked off well, is still sticky! Leila left later with many hugs and kisses from Bill and I.\nAfter she was gone, we kicked back for a lazy afternoon. We both were very mellow and pleasantly tired.\nWith Friday evenings spent with Leila, I seem to always say TGIF - Thank God It’s Friday!" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In the dimly lit pit lane garage, Cass stumbles upon Nik, her teammate, who is sitting on a pile of tires. As they engage in conversation over coffee, their bodies become increasingly aware of each other's presence. Explore the intense sexual tension between Cass and Nik as they indulge in a passionate encounter right there in the garage. Incorporate elements such as their nakedness concealed by Cass's winter coat, Nik's racing overalls tied around his waist, and the lingering scent of petrol and rubber. Include explicit scenes of oral sex against the bonnet of a car, with heightened sensations from the contrasting temperatures of icy metal and fiery desire. Delve into their raw need for each other as they succumb to an explosive climax that leaves them both breathless. Add tags such as 'pit lane romance,' 'forbidden passion,' 'garage encounter,' and 'racing lust' to capture the essence of this erotic tale.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I pushed back the curtains and noticed a light on in the pit lane garages. In our garage. In a panic, I pulled my long winter coat over my nakedness and rammed my feet into trainers, running over to the garage. Nik was sitting on a pile of tyres, staring at the two cars. His overalls were unzipped, the arms tied around his waist over his white T-shirt.\n'Oh, sorry,' I said as I recognised him. 'I just wanted to check who was over here.'\n'Only me. Coffee?'\nI nodded dumbly, watching as he peeled his body from his perch and turned on the machine. In the few minutes that we stood in silence, the smell of fresh coffee overtook that of petrol and rubber.\n'So?' I asked, not really knowing what I meant but wanting to break the silence.\n'It's a good car.'\n'A winner?'\n'It could be. There are a few immediate changes I think we could make, and quite a few developments.'\n'Ben said that you broke your legs.'\nHe winced. I hadn't meant to be quite that blunt. 'Yes.'\n'Any pain?'\n'Not usually, no.'\n'Good.'\n'You don't want a driver who's a burden?'\n'That's not what I meant.' He was looking at me warily. 'I just didn't want to think of you driving in pain.'\n'Oh. Thanks.' He relaxed a little. 'Sorry. It's not been easy to get a drive since the accident.'\n'What happened?'\n'Nothing special. A car stalled on the grid, I braked to avoid it, the guy behind me didn't. It happens.' He poured me a coffee. 'Milk? Sugar?'\n'Black, two sugars.' I reached out my hand for it and felt my coat sliding open. I hurriedly tucked it back around me.\nHe ran his fingers through his hair. 'You don't have to stay, you'll get cold.'\nI wasn't sure whether he'd noticed I was wearing nothing under the coat. 'I'll just drink this.'\n'Couldn't sleep?' he asked.\n'Bad dream. What about you?'\n'My mind's too full.' He paused, looking, almost staring at me as though he was seeing me for the first time. 'Ben didn't tell me you were so attractive.'\nI could feel my colour rising, smiled briefly and looked away. 'Thanks.'\n'He did say you'd split up with your boyfriend.'\n'Aha.'\n'The man must be a fool.'\nI looked at Nik curiously. Was he flirting with me? He turned away and bent to examine the front spoiler of his car. I followed the curve of his body, down the long slim back, round the curve of his bottom, the length of his legs. 'Look at this.' Mug still in hand, I bent down next to him. 'See there.' He pointed to the spoiler. 'I think we should re-examine this area. Make a few changes there and we could make, maybe, a tenth of a second a lap.'\n'Really? But ...?'\n'I studied engineering. While I was racing and then while I was laid up.'\n'I see.' Carefully I straightened, my movement echoed by Nik.\n'Can you hold this a minute,' he said, handing me his mug. Without thinking, I took it, my coat falling straight in front of my body. With a hand on either side, he pulled it open, his eyes drifting across my breasts and down over my body. 'Nice lines,' he said.\nThe situation was so ridiculous that I started to laugh, putting down the mugs and pulling my coat back around me.\n'No, don't do that,' he said quietly, and took a step towards me.\nThere was a pause as we regarded each other, the smile fading from my lips as he looked directly into my eyes. That was all he did. Look at me. The air was suddenly charged with sexual energy. I started to withdraw into my own body, to become acutely aware of the changes occurring in the absence of any movement. My breathing was slow but unsteady, my heart thumping heavily. I could feel my fingertips tingling, and then my breasts. Definitely my breasts. I parted my lips as my body prepared itself for ... what? Was anything going to happen? We'd barely spoken and he knew that I was naked. Not the usual course of events for a seductive encounter. But then, what did I know? I'd never been in this situation before. All my other relationships had gone the usual way of smiles and looks, offers of drinks, invitations for dinner and then, after the awkward coffee invitation, a natural progression. We seemed to have skipped most of the preliminaries and arrived straight at the coffee. Except my mug was now empty.\nI wanted him, my body wanted him, but he did nothing. I wanted him to take me, to fuck me there, in the garage. For a moment, my emotions stalled. What was I thinking of? For God's sake, Cass, you've only known this guy two minutes. What I should do now was turn and walk away. Nik was dangerous. He was a driver in my team. This could, and probably would, be a huge mistake. Except that my body wouldn't move.\nThis wasn't me, this person here, standing naked except for my coat, my body pulsing with lust for someone I barely knew. God, I didn't know what to do. What if he rejected me? What if he turned away with a smile and sent me home. Alone. No. That wouldn't happen. Not the way he was looking at me.\nSlowly, very slowly, without breaking eye contact, he placed his hands on my shoulders and slipped the coat from them. I could feel the material slide over my skin, sensuous as a lover's touch over my back, my bottom, my legs. I realised I had been holding my breath and released it as a sigh. And then he leaned forward and began to kiss me, his tongue sliding along my lips before forcing its way between them. This was the only part of our bodies touching until the power of his kiss reached the rest of my body and I reached towards him. I grasped the tied sleeves of his overalls and used them to pull him towards me. His fingers barely touched my skin, the lightest of caresses along the tops of my arms.\nWe must look ridiculous, I thought. Me totally naked with a coat around my ankles, him fully dressed in his racing overalls. Except that it didn't feel ridiculous. It felt wonderful and didn't know how much longer I could wait.\nI was trembling when I moved closer to him until my nipples just touched his jersey, stroking them against him with the tiniest of movements, my focus alternating between my mouth and my breasts. His fingers slid up to my neck, into my hair, pushing my face hard against his. His kisses were hard, powerful, insistent and I strained to push back against him. My fingers fumbled to untie the sleeves and then I pushed his overalls down over his shorts. Tentatively I slid my hand over his stomach, desperate for him to be aroused. I wasn't disappointed. His cock nudged my fingers as firmly as I'd hoped, straining against the cotton of his underwear. I ran down the length as he angled his body over mine, moulding the shape of his cock with my fingers, massaging it more upright in his shorts.\nHis kisses were bending my neck back and I gave up the struggle to keep my balance. He slid his arm around my waist, leaning me against the bonnet of the car. The metal was icy under the skin of my back and I gasped. But it was deliciously cold, contrasting with the heat that was already burning in my breasts and between my legs. He took hold of my hands, raising them above my head, stretching my body, exposing me to him. I didn't care. This was what I wanted, to be exposed totally to him, naked in front of him. Completely under his control.\nHe stood between my legs, easing my knees apart with his own, allowing the car to bend my body. His lips left mine and his tongue circled my nipple, at first only lightly, then he took it between his lips, sucking red-hot fire into the nerves, forcing me to arch towards him.\nThis isn't me, I thought. This isn't who I am. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to feel the burning, wanted to feel the heat of pain to counteract the iciness of the metal. But much more than that, I wanted to feel his heat inside me. I began to rub my groin against his, sliding back over the chill bonnet, spreading my legs wider. He responded, rubbing his cock against me so that I could feel his hardness against my pubis.\n'Oh God, oh God,' I muttered as his lips transferred to the other breast, leaving the first hungry for attention. He retained his grip on my hands with one of his, and clamped the other firmly over my wanting breast, his fingers plucking at the nipple, teasing it, twisting it, pulling it. His cock was pressed firmly against me, grinding, pushing, its hardness damped by his clothing.\nHe dropped to his knees in front of me, trailing his hands over my breasts as he forced his tongue between my legs. I could feel it probing, my arms still stretched above my head, extending as his tongue found my clitoris and I moaned as he flicked his tongue against it. But I'd had enough foreplay. Foreplay was for lovemaking and this was just pure, raw sex. I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted his cock hard within me, grinding and pumping. I wanted to be fucked until my body shook with pleasure.\nSuddenly he slowed, reducing the pace, his hands leaving my body and gently pushing apart my thighs. My breathing faltered. This was the exact opposite of what I really wanted, but I could do nothing about it. Slowly he circled my clitoris with his tongue, my body shocked by the change of pace and direction, almost exploding before focusing just on that one tiny spot. It was as if every nerve in my entire body emanated from my clitoris. He stabbed at it lightly with the tip of his tongue, his fingers still resting on the insides of my thighs. Darts of light fled through my nerves as he speared again, barely touching, but focused, oh so focused.\nI squeezed my eyelids together, waiting in anticipation for the next thrust which, when it came, I could feel at my fingertips and breasts. And then he pressed his tongue wetly against the swollen bud and began to strafe it, a constant meter that detonated my orgasm and sent iced fire through my nerves as I tried to keep completely motionless. I couldn't, bucking and thrusting against him, lifting my legs over his shoulders, forcing my groin against his face wantonly and obviously. His fingers grasped my hips, pulling me down onto him, his tongue lapping and licking, sucking at my wetness, drinking in my juices, his teeth catching at my swollen flesh as he nuzzled his face into my sex without hesitation.\nChrist, my orgasm sped through me like an express train, ripping emotions from me, tearing every feeling from me as I crushed his face against me with my legs. He had to support me, pushing me against the car as he devoured me, gulping and gorging and swallowing as I writhed and wriggled above him. And then his mouth left me and was replaced by the caress of icy air, leaving me gasping. I could hear him tearing at his overalls as his lips came down hard on mine, the taste of me strong on them, fuelling my orgasm. What I needed now was his hard cock inside me, fucking me fast and furiously.\nThe first thrust drove every breath of air from my body, leaving me floundering and desperate. The second fired my orgasm onto new heights, my hands grasping his hips, pulling him even harder onto me and into me. I couldn't believe how slow he pulsed. My body was raging for thrusts like a Geiger counter while he seemed determined to perform largo. He made each thrust distinct, decisive, powerful, forcing my body higher up the bonnet until my entire body was floating, secured to the earth only by his cock.\nHis lips were still on mine, sloppily kneading them as his fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom, lifting me higher. It was with a finite sense of relief that he began to thrust faster, harder, higher, his body rubbing against mine, a sheen of sweat lubricating our bodies, his chest stimulating my breasts, rasping against the nipples. I couldn't speak, the only sounds I could utter were the gasps of pleasure with every thrust until he pushed himself back from me, his head lowered, and sped the last lingering lengths of his penis into me. I felt him come, exploding inside me, hot and potent, slowing and then pausing, supporting his body over mine.\nWe didn't move, I couldn't. We just watched, observing each other's features as though we'd never seen each other before. He leaned forward and landed one slow simple kiss on my lips before drawing back. He picked up my coat, wrapping it around me as I peeled myself from the bonnet of the car, legs unsteady.\n'Come to bed,' I murmured.\n'I'd better get back.'\n'Nik ...?\nHe said nothing, just gave me a half smile, turning off the garage light and locking the door behind us. He walked me back to my motorhome, kissed me, then, without speaking, turned and disappeared into the darkness." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt:\nExplore the passionate and forbidden desires that arise when George kidnaps Jessica, a street prostitute with a troubled past. Detail their journey from Chicago to Alabama, where they build a life together filled with intense sexual encounters and unconditional love. Delve into their exploration of BDSM dynamics, including spanking, bondage, and domination. Describe how they introduce Silky, an innocent neighbor who exudes sexual energy, into their relationship for a steamy threesome that pushes the boundaries of pleasure and desire. Be sure to capture the emotional connection between the characters as they navigate this unconventional arrangement. \n\nTags: erotic romance, kidnapping fantasy, BDSM dynamics, threesome, domination/submission" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Genesis & Exodus\nThe beginning, before Silky\nI hate big cities. I hate them all. Of all the big cities I hate, I hate Chicago the most. Nowhere else can you freeze between the door and the cab; nowhere else does the L go on forever; nowhere else can eating a lousy meal by yourself take four hours and cost forty bucks.\nWhy I ever thought that moving there would lead to fame and fortune, I don't remember. I've got plenty of money. I didn't sell my home back in Alabama, I just moved there to a crappy one bedroom apartment with the train outside the window and graffiti on the walls. I rented a PO Box for \"Great George Industries.\" Talk about grandiose!\nAt least I had told myself to limit the amount I would waste, so I had put a hundred thou or so in the GG account and got a Business Visa to charge to. At least I wasn't using my serious money.\nI do believe that things happen for a reason. Why else did I come to this cold, lonely concrete prison? Why else did I take my rental car down the wrong street and stop at that one particular corner? Why else was it on that night?\nI had been in Chicago long enough to have gone through the hundred years of winter. I had seen both days of spring and summer, and now knew that this was one of the last times I could drive with the windows down; not that anything except noise, dirt, and stink ever came in. Until that night.\nI stopped at that fateful gerrymander, getting my bearings, knowing I was lost but too angry to admit it, sorry I had not opted to get a GPS, when among all the racket came an aerosol of syrup sweeter than a virgin's ass.\n\"Hey My es ter! Ya'll waa unt soome Soo there un Com for unt too wa um ya'll up too ny et? It was the sound of home! I translated to 'hey mister do ya'll want some Southern Comfort to warm ya'll up tonight?' in my head.\nThis amazing girl was sticking her head in my open window. How she could put that much breast into such a small space I didn't know. How she could consider that clothing I didn't care. Twin sapphires burned into my eyes, and her smile made the inside of the car warm all by itself. Her long blonde hair formed a diaphanous halo for her head.\n\"Well, mister? What do you say? For $200 I can make you forget your wife and your girlfriend.\"\nSuddenly everything clicked and I knew what to do; I realized that all my life had been just a prelude to this moment. My years in Rotary Club, on the Chamber of Commerce Board, on the City Council, counted for nothing. Here stood a hooker, a street whore with a background somewhere in the South, who was offering herself to me for $200.\n\"How old are you?\"\n\"I'm 18. Want to see my ID?\"\n\"What do I get for $200?\" I asked.\n\"Anything you can imagine,\" she replied with a little roll to her shoulders to be sure I saw her tits.\n\"How much for a weekend?\"\nShe didn't bat an eye. \"$3000. But I have to tell Big John where I'm going.\" I'd hate to play poker with her.\n\"No. Get in now and you'll get $3000. Walk away and I'm gone to the next girl.\"\nShe got in.\nThere, now, I made the decision that has colored, no, painted in brilliant hues, the important part of my life. There and then the tipping point, the moment that defined everything else. I did something I had never done before nor have I since. Screw a prostitute? Get a back alley blow-job? No! Worse! I Kidnapped her!\nAs we left the city, she asked where we were going.\n\"I'm taking you home with me. You belong to me now.\"\n\"Big John will kill you, and beat the shit out of me.\"\n\"You're never going to see Big John again. You'll never work as a 'ho again. And Big John will have to kill me to get to you, and he can't.\"\nThose blue lanterns looked out the window for at least five minutes, calm and resolute, calculating.\n\"Cool,\" was all she said.\nI turned onto the Dan Ryan and picked up I-80. The girl who had no name curled up and went to sleep. In for a penny, I guessed. I took the I-65 and didn't stop until I got to Indianapolis, and there pulled into the Hertz at the airport. They were pissed that I returned a local Chicago rental there, but if you pay enough, people put up with being pissed.\nI pulled the girl with the golden hair with me to Avis, and rented a new car.\nWhen we were ten miles down the road, she spoke for the first time in Indiana. \"Covering your tracks?\"\nShe wasn't stupid. The car was rented to GG industries, on the GG card, that only had a PO Box. They could eventually find the crappy apartment but it was an empty tomb. Somebody would know the tag number, and look for it. I rented the Avis under my name on my card, so the trail was dead. I doubted Big John would look that hard, but he might.\nIn Seymour, I gave out. I pulled off the ramp into a Holiday Inn Express, and checked into a room. Two beds.\n\"I've got to get some sleep. Don't talk to anyone, please. Are you hungry?\"\n\"Naw, I'm good. I just need to pee.\"\n\"Help yourself\"\n\"You wanna watch?\"\nOf course I knew she would sexualize things. See the world as she knew it. Figure there had to be payback, but there wasn't. I took her because it was the right thing to do. I didn't want a slave or a sex toy. I was a good guy. I didn't take her for me.\n\"No,\" was all I said.\nWhen I woke up, I realized she wasn't in the room. Then I heard the shower, and relaxed a little. She came out in a cloud of steam, hair wrapped in one towel, body in the other. Where do women learn to do that? Is there a special class guys don't get?\n\"Very nice shower!\" She said. Apparently she didn't waste words. \"Do you have a name?\"\n\"George.\"\n\"George. Monique.\" She didn't offer a hand, just nodded.\n\"That's over. Your name is... Jessica. Like Jessica Rabbit. 'Not bad, just drawn that way.' In the movie?\"\n\"I don't watch a lot of movies, where I live.\"\n\"You don't live there any more, remember?\"\n'Oh, yeah. So now what?\"\nUnfortunately, I had no answer to that. Sleep had restored my energy, but had not offered any solutions.\n\"I'm taking you to Alabama. I'm hearing a Mississippi accent, right?\"\n\"Yasssuh.\"\n\"Any family?\"\n\"No.\"\n\"Any friends?\"\n\"No.\"\n\"Well, I guess you'll live in Alabama with me.\" I realized the 'with me' as I said it. I had no idea.\nWell, George, I hope you slept well,\" she said as she let the towel drop. The one on her body. God, what a body! I think her legs started at her armpits, but then where did those marvelous tits join in? Her accoutrements were absolutely hydraulic and there was so much skin! Her shaved crotch had not a hint of pubes, and the cinnabar of her slit was obvious. I shook.\n\"Jessica, please put on your clothes.\" I was a good guy.\n\"You gonna make me?\"\nWhat the hell? How was I going to make her put on clothes?\n\"I said please.\"\n\"Nope!\"\nWhat to do? If I could only stop staring at all that pale pink skin! At those nipples that perfectly centered her dark areolas. At that hairless pussy. At the sweet and succulent symmetry of her thighs.\nI tried holding out her skirt. She shook her head. I tried to grab her, to force her. Eighteen year old naked girls have no handles. Everything you grab is wrong. After fifteen frustrating minutes I had only managed to be even more aware of her skin, its smoothness, its warmth.\n\"I guess I'm just a bad girl, George. You ever spank a bad girl?\"\nWhat is the movie where the girl (Madonna?) said she could tell who liked rough sex, even if they didn't know it themselves? She was right! My erection heard that question loud and clear. I had never even thought of such a thing. I was one of the good guys.\nShe turned and bent over the bed, the one she had slept in alone. She rubbed her incredible derrière with her palm, and patted it gently.\n\"You want to smack this ass, George? Listen!\" And she slapped herself. The noise consumed my world, the loudest detonation I ever heard.\n\"Or this?\" and she smacked her butt with her belt, and left a small red line, like the edge of heaven. \"Oh, that feels so good! It makes me so slick between my legs! I like being spanked, because I'm a bad bad girl!\"\nHow the hell a good guy could wind up whipping a working girl on her defenseless stark-naked cheeks with her own belt in a motel in Seymour, Indiana, I don't know. But I do know it made him harder than he had ever been before, and that each blow was harder than the last, and that he pounded on her flesh until his arms gave out, and then thrust his bursting cock into her wanton wet cunt, and shoved and shoved and shoved and shoved until he exploded in her crevice and blasted every gram of his anger and hate and fear and loneliness into her depths, and collapsed weeping on the bed with her enfolded by his arms.\nThe path of righteousness can be as hard to find as a winding mountain trail at midnight in a pouring rain.\nWe changed cars again in Nashville. Better safe than dead. We ran thru a Wal- Mart and grabbed some clothes; I didn't know until then that she was pantiless. Finally we pulled in the drive in Sweet Home, Alabama. I didn't know what to do, but at least it was warm outside.\nI spent days as a spy. I worked out how to get a fake birth certificate, and from that a driver's license, and from that an official name change. \"Jessica George Rabbit\" now had an identity that did not tie to her old life at all. She had never finished school; I got her a GED test, which she passed effortlessly.\nOne day she dropped a plate and broke it. \"Gesú Bambino! Maledizione! Maria Più Santo!\"\nI looked at her in astonishment. \"Parli l'Italiano?\"\n\"Si. Io lo so bene.\"\n\"How did you learn Italian?\"\n\"I told you I didn't watch many movies. Knowing Italian is useful in Chicago.\"\nGradually we learned each other. I learned that Big John had forced her to always use condoms, as \"a sick 'ho don't make money.\" So I had one good thing to say for him. He also told her she was \"worth more on her knees than her back.\" He was right; she could do things with her mouth on my penis that left me lying exhausted for hours.\nI gave up the idea that a good guy wouldn't have sex with her. God built her to satisfy my hunger, and who am I to disagree with Him?\nWe had a honeymoon, a spiritual and sexual saturnalia, a bacchanal where our kisses were the only wine, but were enough. The Goddess Venus would have wept with jealousy.\nHave you ever been fucked with a dildo up your ass? I have. Have you ever jerked off into a beautiful girl's face while she willingly smiles and urges you on with words so nasty I can't repeat them? I have.\nHave you ever been strapped tightly to a bed, while an Angel with legs longer than time lowers herself onto your cock as slowly as ice melting, and then stops when her lower lips just kiss your knob? And then lever herself up and down just a fraction of an inch, until you lose your mind? Until you were so desperate that you begged, pleaded, and promised her furs, cars, houses if she would just drop one inch down, and have her smile and ignore you, and continue to graze your glans until an evacuation starts inside your balls and ass and guts and spews with such Herculean force that it could have stopped the Earth in its orbit? I Have.\nI have cum in her ass, her mouth, between her tits and in her hands. I frotterized her buttocks, and shot semen all over her back. I've fallen down in the shower chasing her slippery body around, and she has soaped my dick until I blew holes in the bathroom wall.\nI learned that she liked the whippings. Not beatings, not masochism. She got aroused when the tip of a belt caught her exactly on the crease between ass- cheek and leg, veridically behind her vagina. I purchased a small whip and made her orgasm with cogent proper (or improper) slashes. And I squirted on the floor, just seeing her response.\nWe had a very good time. I fell in Love, and didn't know what it was. And Jessica loved me. She really did, and does.\n\"George, do you know that girl that lives down the street? The little red head?\"\n\"I've met her, I think. I know her dad vaguely, went to a ball game at his house once. She has one of those 'designer' names, like Paris or Kimberly; Silly, maybe, or Slinky, no, Silky, that's it. Like the cloth. Why?\"\n\"That is the most adorable girl I've ever seen; She doesn't have a clue, but she wants to fuck like a timber wolf.\"\nThis said with absolute certainty, although I wasn't sure about the timber wolf part. \"How can you tell?\"\n\"Duh. I worked for Big John. She would be on her back in ten minutes flat, if she had the chance.\"\n\"How do you know this?\"\n\"I followed her. She came by the house yesterday, walking down to the store. Don't worry, she didn't see me. But I looked at her walk, the swing of her rear end, the bounce of her boobs. I watched boys watch her. She puts out a vapor of pheromones that leaves guys walking into walls and tripping over their feet, and she doesn't notice at all. We need to hook up with her! Why don't you ask her?\"\n\"Ask her to have sex with me? How would I do that?\"\n\"You're a smart boy, George. You got me; now I want her.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt:\nExplore the passionate encounter between Clark and Kara in the library, delving into their intense connection and the thrill of their secret rendezvous. Describe how they navigate the risk of being caught while engaging in various sexual acts, such as oral sex, fingering, and intense penetration. Highlight the sensory details of their encounter - the taste of Kara's fingers as Clark sucks them clean, her moans muffled by his hand over her mouth, and the feeling of urgency as they pleasure each other against the bookcase. Use tags like \"library erotica,\" \"secret affair,\" \"risk-taking,\" \"forbidden love,\" \"passionate encounters,\" and \"public sex.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The library is my favourite place to write. The upper floor is a spectacular room, a series of old and fantastically made tables surrounded by seven foot high old oak book cases with row upon row of leather bound reference books. Slightly detracting from the grandeur, unfortunately, are the chairs. Rather typically modern types made from metal and cheap scratchy fabric, the kind that are easiest to replace once worn out. The room is also home to some of the oldest books I have ever seen, but for as long as I have been there I have never seen anyone touch them.\nI love going there when things at home are a little hectic. It's warm, quiet and the reference room is usually only ever populated by law or medical students who are too busy with their piles upon piles of books to disturb me.\nToday was a bad day! I have been trying to write the next chapter of my novel for the last hour and for the last hour I have written absolutely nothing but dribble, nonsense ideas that will most likely be scrapped as soon as I get going.\nIn pure frustration I stop my iPod and cast my headphones on top of my nearly blank paper. Allowing my eyes to roam around the room I see all the usual things. People with their heads down scribbling away, a librarian sat so still she could quite easily be a life like statue and all I see is a total and complete lack of inspiration. My mind turns to life's troubles as I think about leaving the library for a while, maybe get a sandwich from a local deli. The sound of high heeled footsteps distracts me and I crane my neck to look for the owner.\nThe air is forced violently from my lungs as I see her!\nStriding into the room walks the most stunning woman I have ever seen. Looking at her is like looking at directly into the sun and I feel offended by her beauty. To lessen the pain I focus down on every detail. Her boots were the first thing I see. Black ankle boots decorated with a small bow on the outer sides, a moderate sized heel, the source of the noise that had attracted now more than a flicker of my attention. My eyes flowed upwards drinking in all the details.\nHer legs clad tightly in a false jean material showing every curve, the outward arch of her calf muscle makes her look like an Olympic athlete, powerful yet elegant. Her stomach slightly exposed as her top doesn't quite fall to her waist line. A perfectly flat middle peaked out as she walked, each footstep throwing her top to and fro. The top itself was fairly simple, vertical black and white stripes. Over the top she wore a short black leather jacket.\n'A rebel,' My mind thought quickly and with increasing excitement. Or perhaps she wore it simply for the look, but either way I liked it.\nMy eyes lingered on her bust briefly as with every step she took her breasts visibly bounced. Either her bra was loose and ill-fitting or she wasn't wearing one at all. Her breasts large in size and natural, something of a personal weakness. It took a rather large amount of effort to tear my eyes away and look at the lady's face.\nShe wore not a scrap of make-up, a factor that I always loved to see. A woman who didn't feel she had to buy a tonne of crap and spread it across her face before stepping outside of the house. To me it showed intelligence and bravery.\nIt was plain to see she had no make-up on by the fact I could see a light spread of freckles across her nose and cheeks, the look of her eyes and lips were also obviously natural and dreamy. Her skin tone was pale and she was capped with almost pitch black hair. She turned to a table as I looked, putting down her arm full of books and swinging her bag off her shoulder. The motion caused her hair to sway and my mouth dropped open.\nShe was gorgeous from top to toe, her sense of dress complimenting her natural features, but the icing on the cake was her choice of hair style. Shoulder length, black and simple, except for the one side of her head that was shaved down almost to the scalp. She adjusted her hair as I watched and pushed some of the long hair behind her ear, exposing her shaved scalp and completing an image that would sear itself into my brain for the rest of my life!\nPerfection sat down and before I could recall my self-control she glanced around the room and ended up looking directly at me.\nElectricity, adrenaline, overwhelming emotion and her eyes sent a feeling of euphoria running through my whole body. I closed my gapping mouth and smiled at her, I raised my hand slightly, waving a feeble wave.\nI thought my heart might explode when she smiled back at me with the most striking smile I had ever seen! Wiggling her fingers quickly as she sat down and started reordering her books.\nReminding myself that I was there to write. Picking up my pen I put it to paper but found myself unable to think of anything else other than the lady sat only a few feet from me.\nI stole glances at her for nearly five minutes, telling myself it was wrong to be so attracted to someone I didn't know. Pre-ten minutes ago I considered myself an intelligent person and not the kind to get into a relationship just because of superficial issues like dress sense and sexual attraction. Such things were fleeting, subject to change and could not last. Yet as I sat there I wondered if this wasn't what love at first sight felt like. Every cell in my body seemed to be pulling towards her. Perhaps, I thought, that gravity was a lie and she was the reason I was bound to this Earth. I stole another glance at her and froze.\nSitting with her head resting on her right hand, her left tapping her pen against a book, she sat looking at me. She was smiling that smile at me again.\nSwallowing doubt and holding tight to the feeling of kismet I acted with a move of courage rather unlike myself, I gestured to her. Nodding my head to the empty seat opposite me. She didn't move but I knew she understood me as her eyes considered the empty chair.\nI left my hopefully subtle move hanging between us. Looking back to my blank paper, determined to not look at or bother her again if she didn't react. If this was playing hard to get then it was bloody hard!\nAlmost two minutes passed feeling like two hours and I assumed I had failed. Increasingly worried I had upset the lady I was a second away from getting up and leaving when the chair opposite pulled out.\nLooking up I saw her as she smiled down at me, mouthing a silent hello to me as she placed her stuff down and glided into the chair.\n\"Hi.\" I whispered not able to keep the joy from my barely audible voice.\nShe put her finger gently to her lips, telling me not to talk. I picked up my pen and scribbled on my paper.\n\"What's your name?\" I flipped the pad round and slid it over to her. Her striking green eyes dropped down to read. She smirked and scribbled something and sent it back.\nWe looked each other in the eye briefly before I looked down. Damn her eyes were incredible!\n\"Kara. Yours?\"\n\"Clark. Sorry for staring but I have NEVER seen a woman so beautiful in all my life!\" I passed it back, hoping I had not gone too far too quickly.\nShe smiled as she read, my heart thundered in my chest possibly attempting to inflate me and take to the lofty ceiling were I belonged. She flicked her gaze to me and starting writing. As she wrote her other hand moved beneath the table. I wondered what she was doing but only until she passed the pad back.\n\"Thank you Clark. It's nice to meet you.\"\nI took the pad and started to write something back. I planned on asking her for her number but before I had completed the sentence I felt her bootless foot touch my shin. She must have removed her boot a second ago. I looked up for eye contact but she was staring at a book shelf on the other side of the room, resting her head on her hand as if bored stupid.\nA new phrase crossed my mind and I started to write something else but stopped as her foot felt its way higher up my leg. Eventually coming to a gentle rest on my cock. She pressed it lightly, toying with me. My mind raced.\nIt was the fastest I have ever found myself erect.\nShe ran her foot along my cock and I struggled to maintain a normal rate of breathing in the middle of the public library, unsure what to do with myself or how to respond.\nAll of a sudden her foot shot down. She put her boot back on and pulled the pad toward her.\nI waited and wondered. The pad returned to me and before I had read whatever she had written she got up to leave.\nI panicked and speed read her message.\n\"Wait until nobody is looking then join me behind the furthest bookcase.\" With a breath of relief I watched the woman of my dreams walk casually to the end of the room and disappear behind a bookcase pretending to look for a book by reference. She sold it totally if anyone was watching! Checking the numbers on the end of each isle and pretending to find what she was looking for at the last one.\nMy eyes cast around the room slowly. As normal everyone was busy, noses buried in books and fingers used as markers on pages while they jotted away on pads. Only a few people were moving. A middle aged lady was talking to the lady at the desk. I took a deep breath. If either of the ladies looked around when I stood up they would see my erection straining against my trousers. I adjusted slightly to make sure it was hiding vertically rather than sticking out at a more noticeable angle. Holding my hand close to my navel to help hide what Kara had already done to me I made my move.\nStanding carefully I put my back to everyone, flipping the pad we had written on as I left just in case anyone happened by. Being far less subtle than Kara, I followed her path to the end.\nPoking my head around the corner first my brain struggled to accept what my eyes relayed. Kara stood with her back to the bookcase and the rest of the room. Her leather jacket cast aside on the floor. Her breathing was laboured and I quickly identified why. She looked at me biting her bottom lip and my eyes were drawn down the line of her arms.\nHer right arm had entered her top from the loose waist opening. I looked briefly and saw her hand massaging at her left breast. Her left arm led me to her crotch, her hand had worked itself into her tight trousers and was working furiously at her pussy. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that everything was normal in a room of busy people. I was so thankful I made a mental promise to give more money to my favourite charity. My way of saying thank you to the universe for letting me have this moment.\nI didn't mean to move my legs consciously but somehow I ended up facing this vision of beauty, my hands braced on the bookcase on either side of her squirming body. Kara's eyes closed briefly as she worked her pussy faster her warm breath hitting my face and causing me to lose the last of my reserve.\nWe both leaned in and kissed as if we had done it a million times before. Our lips locked together in a passion bordering on fury, my hands found her exposed flat stomach and gripped her. Finding her to be soft as silk. A gasp left her lips and I broke the kiss, I placed a finger lightly on her reddening lips.\nShe nodded her acceptance of the rules. We had to keep quiet. The legal consequences of our actions could be serious. My mind flicked to the social cost, not much happened in this town, if the papers got hold of what we were doing or about to do then it would be a local scandal.\nNot caring for consequence I pushed it from my mind and focussed on cause. My level of happiness suddenly shot through the roof as I found Kara's dripping wet fingers in front of my face.\nI didn't even think about it. I opened my mouth and sucked her dirtied fingers clean. The taste was invigorating and my hand forced its way into her tight trousers and onto her soft, hairy pussy. Warmth and wetness greeted me as I rubbed her softness slowly looking at the reaction on her face. Her eyes closed with joy, her expressions painted the picture of sexual excitement!\nJust as she opened her eyes again I guided a finger inside her, her face contorting with pleasure as I played with her. Her eyebrows inverting slightly at their closest point giving a look both pitiful nature and of sexual submission. Rubbing her soft, warm mound slowly and repeatedly, lightly dipping a finger into her I continued, intoxicated by every little movement she made. Every contortion of her face, every pause and release of her breath.\nAnother finger went into her and I worked myself back and forth within her. She flung her arms around me and held me like a vice. Her breathing synchronized with my movements.\nTime had become an irrelevance to us both as I worked her pussy in the corner of the public library. I felt her grip loosen and she grabbed my working arm, gently pulling and telling me she had cum. I pulled out of her silently and offered her a finger. She took it into her mouth but maintained eye contact, I took the other filthy finger and we slowly merged into another passionate kiss as I pulled my hand away. Her taste was powerful and for a time I don't think either of us cared about anything other than that kiss.\nThe kiss ended and she pulled back slightly giving a devilish look. In that moment with that look I knew I would do anything for this woman!\nShe floated to my ear.\n\"Fuck me!\"\n'Danger be damned!' I screamed mentally.\nI loosened and took down my trousers and she did the same, almost. She kicked off one boot before sliding her skin tight fake denim down off one leg. With the flexibility that excited me further she popped the same bare leg out of her underwear. Moisture clung to some of her pubic hair and the sight of it nearly sent me overboard.\nIf anyone walked around the corner there would be no mistaking what we were doing.\nThe shape of her naked leg at the thigh had stopped me dead. So pale, so shapely and perfect! She lost patience whilst I was dumbstruck and reached into my boxers. Pulling my erect cock out into the open for me and running her hand over every inch, from base to tip. She gave it a little squeeze before letting go.\nWe looked into each other's eyes and I moved to her. Lifting her slightly onto the lowest self of the case. Putting her pussy at the perfect height.\nShe lined my cock up with her new position and I pushed into her before she was ready.\nHer sharp intake of breath would have been audible to anyone close. We froze in fear it might already be over and I held her at the tip of my cock waiting to make sure we had not been rumbled.\nWith no one coming round the corner to break us apart I slowly lowered her onto my eager erection. Her mouth opened and I covered her mouth with one hand to reinforce the rules of silence. She nodded agreement once more and I returned my hands to her shapely backside as I lowered her slowly to maximum penetration. I entered her fully and let her weight down onto my angled hips, her knees came up high and she wrapped her ankles around behind me. Forcing me to adjust my arm beneath her.\nMy free hand went under her top and found her braless breast. Lifting her top quickly I took in the magic of her naked chest. She lifted her tit toward me and I sucked on her glorious nipple, careful not to make any sound as I let it go.\nSlowly and carefully I began to hump her. Partly using my hips and partly by lifting her up and lowering her down. It was a slow and careful pace.\nEcstasy enveloped me and we fucked silently in the corner for what felt like hours without interruption. Each lost in the sensation of each other's body. Our hands explored each other as we came together silently. My heart thundered with excitement and passion. All we could hear was each other breathing and the rush of blood through our ears. I already knew no other woman would ever compare. The softness of her breasts, her toned middle, her silk soft legs, the tiny movement of skin stretching on her neck every time I went fully into her, even with her incredible green eyes closed I couldn't look away. I wanted to die from the overload of passion as we smiled together.\nAt any single moment the world could have stopped I would have given my everything to sculpt her image, ready to last for all time. So that generation after generation would know how perfect this lady was in this moment.\nI looked down to watch my cock slide into the perfect woman and saw her sticky white cum running down my cock. I upped the pace as much as I dared. Her head tilted back with eyes closed I wanted to unleash every move I had... to drive my cock as hard as I could into this woman who had only just entered my life. But, somehow, I found the restraint so we might remain undetected.\nShe pulled herself close to me by hooking both arms around the back of my neck. The bookcase gave a slight shake from one of my over eager thrusts and I tried to remain calm.\n\"I am going to cum soon.\" I whispered in her ear, before kissing her lightly on the cutest ear lobe I had ever seen.\nShe placed one hand on my thrusting hip and with remarkable strength pushed herself up off my cock. Her legs unfurled from around me with amazing grace. I took a guess at her silent meaning and aided her back to her feet.\nThe second her feet were on the ground she dropped to her knees and starting sucking my cum covered cock.\n\"Shhhh.\" I reminded her as her sucking became audible.\nShe slowed her pace but increased her tongue movements and suction around the tip of my cock. Looking into my eyes the whole time.\nFrom almost the first second I saw her, my orgasm had been building and seeing the most perfect woman I could ever wish for on her knees one shapely leg bare to the world as she sucked my cock sent my engine into overdrive.\nMy hips bucked involuntarily and a knee shaking orgasm shot into the mouth of a woman whom I had only just met.\nEvery second I came she sucked, making my orgasm even more intense. I could see her swallowing as it gathered I held her head steady and made sure to ride the orgasm to its full extent. My orgasm was so powerful that my knees buckled. Thankfully however my legs did not give way completely. The talented creature on her knees before me didn't let up for a single second.\nMy penis spent and quickly deflating I extracted it from her perfect mouth. She planted a delicate kiss on my softening cock before standing and grinning at me.\nI popped my head around the corner and checked, nobody it seemed to have noticed. Nothing seemed to have changed.\nWe dressed hurriedly in total silence and faced each other still feeling the total euphoria and after effects of our deeds.\nWe had gotten away with it and we were both rather pleased with ourselves. We grinned from ear to ear and held each other close. Briefly the corner of the library became ours once more as we held each other and kissed gently. Not something I would normally do for a woman; kiss her after ejaculating in her mouth. But she was my exception and I already knew it.\nI kissed her neck gently and ran my hand over her incredible smooth stomach, she reveled in being kissed and placed one on my cheek. I nodded my head towards the open room. She nodded and made a last check of herself. Pulling her jacket straight and walking back into the view as if nothing had happened.\nMy final checks made I appeared quickly after. A slight panic in my mind that she might be the kind of rebel to pick up her stuff and leave without giving me her number. \nAs I emerged I found her sat at our table. Writing on my notepad.\nI sat down with total relief and she pushed the pad back to me.\n\"My mobile 079******** You had better call me! X X X Kara.\"\nA smile like no other started on my face and I couldn't shift it. Not as she winked at me gathered her things. Not as she placed another kiss on my cheek and left. Not as I watched her leave. It physically hurt to smile but I couldn't stop it.\nI stretched out in my chair and had to use my hands to rub my aching face. I knew already I would text her as soon as I left the library.\nClark and Kara I mused to myself. This was going to be one hell of a relationship!" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In this steamy story, explore the forbidden attraction between John Merrill, a married man in his forties, and Kelly, a nineteen-year-old nursing student. Begin by describing their chance encounter at the mall where John's daughter drags him to buy a birthday gift for his wife. As their paths continue to cross at the community college where they both teach night classes, the sexual tension between them builds. Write a scene where they meet after class and give in to their desires in an empty parking lot. Include vivid details of their passionate encounter as they engage in oral sex against Kelly's car. Explore the power dynamics between them as John succumbs to his lust for this young woman who is eager to please him. Use descriptive language to capture their intense physical connection and the risks they are taking with their secret affair. Finally, end the prompt with a cliffhanger as they realize that this is only just the beginning of their forbidden relationship.\n\nTags: age gap, adultery, teacher-student affair, public sex" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I first saw her around mid-July. My wife’s birthday was in two days and my daughter demanded I come with her to the mall to pick out a gift. I didn’t much care for birthdays, I rarely thought of my own as much more than another day at work. However, my giddy fourteen-year-old daughter, Leslie, wouldn’t let me think otherwise and demanded we pick out ‘the perfect gift’.\nThe minute I stepped out of the car, I barely had time to lock the doors before she grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the entrance exclaiming we only had two days to find mom a gift; as if two days wasn’t enough? By one o’clock, we had been through JC Penny, Sears, The Gap, and a number of other crowd filled stores. I was ready for a rest, but my daughter caught me before I had a chance to break for the food court.\n“Daddy can we stop at Claire’s before we stop for lunch? I just wanna look at the earrings…. please Daddy?”\nDeciding to give her a hard time, I raised an eyebrow at her and in a mock stern voice I asked, “And just whom are we shopping for today missy?” We both smiled at my stupid imitation and walked over to the pink store on our left. I had decided to step inside the shop to see what the big fuss was over. Immediately I was surrounded by pink pom-poms, blasting teen bop music, and other giddy girls my daughter’s age trying to scoot by me as I tried to stay out of the way. I found myself standing next to the cash registers and at the moment, I didn’t see my daughter anywhere.\n“Shop here much?” came the female voice at my ear, snapping me out of my trance.\n“Oh, no, no….” I stuttered grinning at the brown haired young woman smirking at me. “My daughter is in here somewhere, looking for the latest in teen fashion.” I added waving my hand for emphasis.\nThe young woman behind the counter smiled a pair of pearly white teeth at me. “I see “, she said. “Stay here, you don’t want to get trampled on by some of these girls.”\n“Yeah tell me about it, I found that out right when I walked in.” I replied to her.\nThe girl was cute, granted she was about twenty years younger than me, but she looked older. Girls like her always look older. I could see it in her face. She didn’t have on hardly any makeup, and her eyes showed something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it came with experience. She had mildly short hair and I hate to admit I was looking but she had breasts that didn’t quite fit her frame. Either way I found I was attracted to her.\nRight after that thought crossed my mind, my daughter appeared out of nowhere.\n“Can I get these?” she asked, setting a pair of silver earrings on the counter and then turning her attention to the girl. “Oh hi Kelly!” she chirped smiling.\nSo her name was Kelly, I like that name.\n“Hey Leslie.” Kelly replied with little more than friendliness. “This all for today?” she asked looking at me with crystal blue eyes. I then looked at my daughter for the answer.\n“Yeah for now. Daddy we still need to find mom a gift. I’m thinking we should stop at the Pottery Barn and see what’s there.” My daughter ratted on. I was only half listening as I watched Kelly ring up our sale, and put the earrings in a little baggy. At the mention of my wife, I saw Kelly roll her eyes. It made me curious to know why-what was she thinking?\n“Here ya go” Kelly said, interrupting my daughter and looking at me she added, “you guys have a great day.” I detected a hint of sarcasm in her voice and think somehow she could tell I wasn’t too enthused about walking around the mall for another hour or two with my energetic daughter.\n“Thanks, you too.” I replied giving her a genuine smile. I could feel my heart quicken like a young kid again when she gazed at me and after we left the store, I had to ask my daughter about Kelly.\n“So you two know each other?” I asked casually as we walked around Pottery Barn.\n“Yeah…” my daughter replied. “she goes to the high school. She got kicked out for getting in some fight with a girl.”\n“Interesting.” I shortly replied. She didn’t look like a badass in the store although I had a hunch that she tried to act like it around others.\n“She’s friends with Sarah who’s friends with Cindy who’s friends with me,” my daughter explained. “You know Cindy.” Yeah Cindy was a tall athletic girl who my daughter cheerleaded with at school on the JV team. I nodded my recognition as I picked up a glass vase with purple and green hues swirled through it, my wife’s favorite colors. “Hey sweetie, what do you think about this for mom?” I asked my daughter.\nShe grabbed it from my hand smiling, “I think we found a winner!” We bought the vase and headed home. We talked about school, my mind revisited thoughts of Kelly. As we pulled onto our street, as if my daughter had read my mind, she pointed out the window at Grendon Street two blocks over. “Kelly lives over there in the white house.” I drove by that house twice a day on my way to and from work and never thought anything of it. Now that I knew Kelly lived there, I knew I’d look for her when I could. Feigning disinterest to my daughter, I replied with an “Oh” and we dropped the subject.\nMy wife wasn’t home from the grocery store yet, so I decided to order a pizza for dinner. Leslie and I quickly wrapped my wife’s present and then all three of us spent a quiet Sunday night a home. My wife, Judy, went to bed early because tomorrow she had to work, as did I, but I wasn’t quite tired yet. I was watching a movie when a girl appeared on the screen that reminded me of Kelly and my mind started wondering. She looked to be about twenty-five if I had to guess her age. She definitely had the body of a young woman, but my daughter had said she had gotten kicked out of school; high school! I’d have to remember to ask my daughter (casually of course) about how old she was-it was bugging me.\n\nThe next day, I woke up early. My wife was already up and I could smell coffee and bacon from the kitchen downstairs. I took a quick shower and dressed for work before going downstairs.\n“Good morning sweetheart.” My wife said as I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a little pinch on her behind.\n“What is the agenda for the day?” I questioned her as I nibbled at a piece of toast and skimmed the money section of the paper.\n“Well, I’ve got a meeting with a client to look at a house at four today so I figure I won’t be home till six. It’s in Evergreen.” She explained.\n“Dinner?” I questioned.\n“I’ll leave some chicken on the counter and there’s some potatoes in the pantry to fry.” she replied.\nMy wife and I always have had a pretty regular routine. She was a real estate agent and I worked as an architectural engineer in the city and taught twice a week at the local community college. We both had long hours, but we worked well together as a team. Our daughter was very active in school and often busied herself with friends and extracurriculars. We were together on nights and weekends and we loved it.\n“Gotta go…” I announced, giving my wife a kiss and heading for the door. I hopped into my car and pulled out going to work. I drove by Kelly’s house without even thinking about it. The day went by uneventful and by the time I was on my way home, I was hoping someone would be there to keep me company. I didn’t have to teach at seven tonight or for the week seeing as how we were on break at the school. My daughter was home and we just sat around and relaxed. The rest of the week went relatively in the same fashion. On Tuesday we celebrated Judy’s birthday, she loved the vase and we had a wonderful dinner a Luciani’s.\nAbout three weeks later, I was on my way home from work listening to Tom Petty on the radio and singing along happily when I noticed a beautiful young body bent over on the lawn of the large white house two blocks over. Instantly I perked up and watched as the girl’s trim legs shined in the sunlight and her round behind was pushed outward as she looked to be pulling at some weeds in the front yard. She sure did have a nice body I thought to myself. Before I knew it, I was practically stopped on the road as I watched the firm body of Kelly weeding in her front yard. It had been four weeks since I’d first met her. I finally drove home when I noticed a car coming up behind me, and labeled myself as an old pervert lusting after a young girl I didn’t even know. That night in bed, my wife and I had a mind-blowing fuck session. As my cock plunged in and out of my wife’s sloshy wet pussy, I had one of my most explosive orgasms in quite some time. I shot my cum deep inside my wife’s womb while fantasizing it was Kelly I was fucking that night.\nI had to teach Architectural History at the college tonight from seven to eight-thirty. My wife and Leslie already knew where I was and often I was home by nine-thirty when I had to teach. When I got to the school, I was met by John Peterson who taught the International Business class, and Lucy Jasin who taught the Nursing class during the same time. We talked for a little while, about how our jobs were going and how our families were. Lucy was expecting her first child in three months and was quite large by now. I congratulated her again and tried to reassure her of some of the jitters she was getting about the pregnancy. After all I already had a fourteen-year-old of my own and had been through the pregnancy along with my wife. After about ten minutes of chitchat, I went to my classroom and got ready for the class. Three of my students were already there so I answered some questions they had about the homework and within a few minutes the whole class was ready to start.\nClass went by quick. After I had packed up all my papers for grading and talked to a couple of my students, I was ready to leave. I walked out of the classroom into the empty hallway. Down at the end of the hall, I popped in two quarters in the school vending machine to grab a milky way for the ride home. I’ve always had a soft spot for chocolate. When I bent over to grab the candy bar out of the dispenser, I was surprised by a familiar female voice.\n“Hello Mr. Merill.”\n“Hello?” I replied turning around expecting to see one of my students. Instead I was hit dumb by the familiar brunette who lived just two blocks away from me. “Kelly?” I questioned in greeting.\n“I thought it was you.” She replied smiling at me. “Do you teach here?” she asked me standing up next to me and popping two quarters in and pressing E-10 to get a snicker bar. I nodded my response to her. “Architectural history” I explained.\nPointing a finger at herself she replied, “nursing.”\n“So you take night classes here? How long?” I questioned. We had started walking down the hallway towards the exit side by side.\n“I’ve been here since fall. I’m going for an associate’s in nursing.” She replied, taking out her candy bar and taking a bite. I glanced over at her; she looked cute when she ate.\n“Well then you must have graduated after leaving school.” I replied.\nKelly smiled at me. “Yeah after I got expelled-as I can gather Leslie told you- I was home schooled for the rest of the semester and then graduated. I didn’t attend the regular graduation… so what else did your daughter tell you about me?”\nI blushed. Not enough, I thought to myself but said, “Oh just about school and how she knew you through a bunch of her friends. I’m glad to hear that you’re going for the degree in nursing. Professor Jasin is a very good teacher.” I tried to change the subject to something more neutral. I checked my watch briefly and noticed it was nearly 9:45 and I had to get going home.\nKelly smiled again. Well it’s probably time you head home to the wife. I got to get home myself- work at the mall again tomorrow.”\n“Well,” I said, “I guess I will see you next Wednesday then.” I said politely. “Drive safe.”\nI smiled and turned away before I could talk anymore. Kelly waved a good bye at me. “Tell Les I said hello; quite a coincidence that her father and the bad girl both meet weekly at the school.” And with that she turned away. I’m not sure what the last comment was for, but it had me thinking.\nI wasn’t surprised to find both my wife and daughter asleep when I got home.\nThe next morning, I didn’t bother to tell them both that I had seen Kelly at school where I teach and that in fact I would be seeing a lot more of her.\nIn the passing weeks, I went about my normal routine, and on Wednesdays I continued to see Kelly after classes and occasionally would catch a glimpse of her before class too. We had made a habit of ‘coincidentally’ seeing each other after our respective classes ended and we walked to the end of the hallway, talking about nothing in particular. She would talk about any thoughts or problems she was having while I, trying to be the adult figure, would kindly give her advice and reassurance. Occasionally a bit of flirting on both our parts had started to occur. It was innocent enough and with me being married, I didn’t think she took it too seriously from me. Not to mention the fact that I had a daughter only a few years younger than her and we had in my mind become good friends. I think that we just both wanted to be around each other. I tried to hide my attraction for her each evening that we spent together, but sometimes I was afraid it showed. The week before I had started walking her to her vehicle and once there we would say our goodbyes. I had even started waving to her when I passed by her street and saw her, unbeknownst to my own family. And on those nights that I saw her or even when she was on my mind, I got painful erections much to my wife’s delight. Although she thought it was her doing-I knew otherwise. I kept telling myself it was nothing between me and Kelly but I knew she was there in my head. We had had no intimate touching until the night that changed.\nThat evening I had met up with Kelly as usual after our evening classes. She had got to talking about her nursing class and how she really hoped that she would be able to get her degree because she wanted to move out of her parents house. By now, I knew where she lived, had caught glimpses of her parents and had put together a fairly reasonable idea of what kind of people they were based on what she had told me. I agreed with her that a woman like her would do just fine out on their own and that she seemed very responsible for her nineteen years.\n“Thank you.” She had replied to me. In that moment, I was startled and embarrassed when she had leaned sideways and planted a soft kiss on my stubbled cheek right there in the seclusion of the empty school parking lot. She actually laughed half embarrassed at me, and added, “Geez… you need to shave, your face is like sandpaper.”\n“Sorry.” I stuttered quietly to myself as I rubbed my cheek and looked at Kelly. I must have had a dumbfounded look on my face because Kelly giggled at me. “ Geez Mr. Merrill. Don’t act so surprised. You knew that was going to happen sooner or later didn’t you?”\nI not only knew, I’d been hoping for any physical contact with her since the moment I’d laid eyes on her. “I’m sorry Kelly. I know that this thing between us is well… unusual, but” I wasn’t sure what else to say. Yes this was one hot young lady near me and yes she just made a pass at me. Who was I to refuse her? I just wasn’t sure what she wanted.\nKelly interrupted my thinking then. “Well John,” she stepped towards me lightly, looking at me straight in the eye. “You know, that evening in the hall…”\nI nodded at her. “I’m sure a young attractive woman like myself, wouldn’t have said anything to you otherwise unless…” she took two more steps towards me while I took one step back.\n“Unless what?” I interrupted expectantly.\nKelly smiled devilishly at me “Unless…they were attracted to you. Isn’t that why, Mr. Merrill, you’ve been walking me to my car ever since. Hoping that there might be some chance that you might gain up enough courage to perhaps kiss me?\nOr… touch me? Or…” I had an instant erection as she leaned forward. I could feel my cock shaft filling with blood at what she might suggest… “Or… fuck me?” she finished her sentence letting ‘fuck’ float off her tongue.\nI almost came in my pants as she smiled innocently yet-devilishly at me. “God.” I half-moaned half-whispered at her.\n“Isn’t that the reason we’re here Mr. Merrill? All this flirting sure does make me hot, but…. I can’t wait forever.” She lifted her hand to the top button of her jeans. “So,” she said suggestively. “I guess that I’ll just have to make the first mood huh?” Kelly unbuttoned the snap on her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down all the way leaving her jeans open to my gaze. Even though the parking lot was mildly lit, I could clearly see the pink tone of her panties and was surprised. I had expected her to wear black or dark blue- not pink. My erection quickly jolted against my slacks and I heard my mind scream at me to touch her. But I couldn’t. I just stood there- mouth watering, heart pounding, and full erection pumping.\n\nMy back was now pushed up against the door of her small car. Her car was parked near the left side of the lot and the light post in the center only mildly illuminated the parking spaces. My car was parked in the west lot and as I looked around, I noticed that there were no other vehicles near. I was afraid to check my watch for fear that it was going to confirm what I already knew. It was probably very late by now. I looked at Kelly as she smiled expectantly at me. I was sweating profusely with my blazer on. As if Kelly read my mind, she lifted her small hands to my shoulders and slid the thing off. I watched as the dark gray coat pooled on the asphalt.\n“Kelly. I.. I don’t think we should be doing this. I mean…. It’s practically against the law… and I’m married… and you’re so beautiful…and….” I was stuttering like a damn fool and she knew it. She actually laughed at me with this huge grin on her face.\n“Mr. Merrill!” she smiled. “Enough with the chit-chat.”\n“I don’t care if it’s wrong or not. I just know what I want. Now…. Don’t… disappoint… me.” She walked up to me pressing the full length of her thin frame against me. I knew she could feel my arousal against her belly. By now it felt like a baseball bat was attached to my pelvis. As I went to let out a small moan, Kelly looked up at me and ordered me to kiss her.\nShe wasn’t going to let me out of this without a fight. And I knew that I didn’t want to put up a fight with her-I was just plain scared. Hmm, imagine that; a full grown man afraid of a young woman.\nShe grabbed both of my wrists in her hands and guided them to her small hips and then removed her hands to let me hold onto her on my own. I grabbed at the toned flesh there- squeezing lightly in my hands. As she let out a small moan of approval- an electric spark surged in me and I bent down to her face and planted a small kiss on the side of her lips.\nShe smiled at me, “There you go John. Don’t be afraid. I won’t bite.” As I bent down tentatively again and planted a small soft kiss on the softness of her cheek, I became more bold as I proceeded to taste the contours of her neck and lips. She immediately responded to me as she turned her head to meet my lips. As we kissed for the first time, I felt her push her entire weight on me and almost go limp as I tried to brace her against me.\n“Here,” I said guiding her to the back of her car and leaning her against it. “Rest against this.” I then proceeded to kiss her again. God she tasted absolutely wonderful as I suckled her lips, nibbling at the curves of her smile and then working my way down her throat and running my tongue along there. I was really getting into it and I felt like a young kid again making out in the senior parking lot at school.\n“Mmg.. oh God Mr. Merrill.” Kelly whispered at me as I felt her hands on my shirt, unbuttoning the garment quickly. \n“Yes.” I whispered into her throat and decided then and there to continue until she and I both got what we’d wanted. I grabbed at her t-shirt and pulled upwards on it to expose her pink bra. I left the shirt on her above her breasts so that I could delve right in.\nOnce Kelly was satisfied in removing my dress shirt- she left me naked from the waist up but left my pants as they were. She sat up on top of the trunk to her car leaving me a little below eye level with her. “Come here.” She said pulling at me so that I fit snuggly between her spread legs. My erection pressed partially against the back of the car and her crotch. I was almost desperate to take my cock out for her but I wanted to taste more of her before I let her see me. I focused in on the pink covered mounds on her chest. The orbs looked delicious and I couldn’t help myself. My hands came up to her chest cupping each breast in my hand. “You have delicious breasts.” I commented to her.\n“Suck them.” She demanded. Wow, I thought to myself. A young girl who knows what she wants. What a fucking turn on.\nI bent over and roughly pulled her bra down exposing a pair of gorgeous light colored breasts topped with hard pink nipples. Oh my God. I dove in grabbing at each nipple with my teeth alternating between licking and biting. When I bit her lightly- raking my teeth along the sensitive flesh, I felt Kelly quiver and buck against my belly. I watched as her eyes closed and she started a quiet panting while I stood there against her licking her tits like a madman. “God yes, suck my fucking tits.” She groaned at me. What the… I thought to myself hesitating. I’d never heard someone so verbal before. My wife was the complete opposite. My erection leaped in my pants and I felt my balls tighten. Those words… Oh my God. Before I knew what hit me, I felt my cock surge in the confines of my pants and come spurt outwards into my dress slacks. I heard myself give out almost a whimper as I latched my lips onto Kelly’s tight tit-and bit it. “Fuck!” I heard her scream at the assault my teeth made. As my orgasm subsided, I looked up at Kelly. She was smiling down at me and then looked at my pants and the evidence of my orgasm. The front of my khaki slacks were soaked. “Shit.” I said to myself out loud.\n“Oh no… Mr. Merrill.” Kelly replied. “We’ve only just begun.”" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nExplore the forbidden desires and secret encounters between a married woman, Gloria, and her boss. Begin by describing Gloria's youthful appearance despite being in her forties - emphasize her petite stature at 4 feet 11 inches tall, golden blonde hair cascading to her shoulders, captivating brown eyes, and a perfectly toned body with legs that are both muscular and smooth. Highlight her innocence mixed with a womanly allure due to her childlike figure.\n\nDelve into the dynamics of their relationship as friends turned secret lovers. Describe how their connection evolves over time, from innocent lunch dates to sharing explicit romance novels and pornographic movies together. Emphasize the growing tension and desire between them as they engage in flirtatious banter and physical contact during office hours.\n\nAs their friendship deepens, reveal Gloria's frustration with her husband's lack of sexual fulfillment for her needs. Explore the complexities of this situation as she confides in her boss about longing for more passion and recognition as a woman rather than being referred to as his \"Little Girl.\" Illustrate how their conversations gradually become more intimate, leading them down an irresistible path towards exploring their shared fantasies.\n\nSet the stage for their first encounter outside of work. Describe how they arrange to meet at his apartment on a weekend when Gloria's husband is away fishing with their son. Elaborate on the anticipation building between them as they share passionate kisses and caresses before undressing each other completely.\n\nDetail their intimate moments together - highlight how he lavishes attention on every inch of Gloria's exposed flesh while she reciprocates eagerly. Portray their intense connection through powerful descriptions of oral pleasure exchanged between them until she reaches climax multiple times.\n\nIntroduce an unexpected interruption when someone arrives unexpectedly at his apartment door. Heighten the suspense by showing how they quickly hide on the floor beside his bed while continuing to engage in passionate lovemaking - describe him thrusting into her from behind, muffling her moans with his hand to avoid detection.\n\nAfter the interruption passes, depict their connection intensifying as they engage in a final round of passionate lovemaking. Describe how he takes control, positioning Gloria on her knees before him and thrusting into her from behind while gripping her hips tightly. Illustrate their shared ecstasy as they climax together, leaving them both breathless and satisfied.\n\nWriting Prompt Tags: secret affair, forbidden desires, workplace romance, age gap relationship, petite woman, explicit encounters" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She has just turned forty, but before you make that mental image of her subtract ten years. She could easily pass for thirty. She’s kept herself fit and trim and she has the energy of someone at least ten years younger. When I met her a dozen years ago she still looked to be in her late teens instead of a woman approaching thirty. She’s not the big-breasted, long-legged woman that seems to be the norm in these stories. She is, in fact, only 4 feet 11 inches tall. I know because one of her catch phrases is, “What I wouldn’t give for one more inch, to be 5 feet tall…” She has hair that’s colored at the salon on a regular basis to be a golden blonde. She keeps it cut to where it just touches her shoulders. She has legs that are to die for, soft and smooth, but muscular. Her eyes are brown and so is the small tuft of hair above her cunny. She wears a size zero. There are many stores she can’t shop because even the petite sizes are too big for her. Now she has found a specialty store that caters to small women, but early on she often had to buy clothes off the children’s rack. I met her before the days of the Wonderbra, so I know that what she shows now is not all her. As I go on you’ll see that I have more than that to prove it. To me, she is the ideal woman. She is beautiful in a womanly way and still has an air of innocence about her because she has a child’s body. One day, when I made a comment about her ass, she said, “Yeah, right, the ass of a twelve-year-old girl.” Let me tell you, there are a lot of twelve-year-old girls out there who wish they had an ass that firm and tight. I’m not a pedophile, but this girlish quality about her just does something extra for me.\nAnyway, I reported to my new job early one Monday morning. I met my boss, and we sat at the break room table waiting for time to start. I was sitting with my back to a window with the sun shining in on a Spring day. In walks Gloria to stand next to the time clock. It was all I could do not to jump up and try some line on her. She looked like something that had stepped right out of my fantasies and into my life. Because of the bright sunlight behind me she didn’t even notice that I was there. My boss didn’t say anything by way of introduction, so she just punched her card at the right time and left the room. I didn’t inquire about her because I didn’t know the politics of the situation. What if this was my new boss’s girlfriend and I came on to her? So, I bided my time and waited for the answers to come to me.\nI later learned that she was not someone’s girlfriend, she was someone’s wife and that she was very happy to be married to him. She was one of those women who didn’t fool around, even though guys hit on her every day. This only made her more appealing to me, as I had been married more than once and every wife or girlfriend I’d ever had had cheated on me at some time. I settled for being friends with this delightful creature and taking every opportunity to steal a glimpse up her skirt or down her blouse. She likes to wear her skirts above the knee and she has this habit of sitting with one leg up under her and the other crossed over it. Even with the most modest of skirts she shows a lot of leg. Over time we got to be good friends and started going out for lunch now and then. She would pay one time and I’d pay the next. She began to confide in me and I reciprocated. That’s where it stayed for ten years, just good friends. During that time my boss moved on to bigger and better things and I inherited his job, and his secretary, Gloria.\nThen, one day it changed. She confided in me that her husband wasn’t giving her what she needed. She’d made some comments from time to time about their love life and it seemed that everything was fine between them. But, as she said, “You’ve heard those stories about how a woman reaches a certain age and she wants more? Well, it’s true. I want more and he’s not giving me more. In fact, he’s giving me less. I know his job is physical. He works hard and he doesn’t have the energy he had twenty years ago, but knowing that doesn’t help me. I have needs and he’s not coming through for me. And worst of all is that he still calls me his ‘Little Girl’. I’ve been short all my life and taken all the jokes about being the shortest one in class all through school. I’m a woman and he doesn’t see it.”\nWell, I tried to do the right thing, I really did. This was my friend, the one who brought all her problems to me and trusted me. Also, she was my secretary, the one person in the whole company that I could lose my job over. Also, her husband really is six foot four and able to turn me into a pretzel if he were ever to find out. I told her that this doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her or want her. I told her that she needs to make it plain to him what she wants. I told her that sometimes a man’s body won’t do what he wants it to do. I told her that I couldn’t help her with her problem. Believe me, it wasn’t easy to do this when I really wanted to lay her down and ravish her that very moment, but I managed to do the right thing. She listened and said that she knows all that, but it doesn’t help.\nWe continued to talk about this a little each day, and each day it got to be harder to do the right thing. Each day she would cross the line a little bit and I would cross it a little bit. Nothing much, really, we’d trade flirty comments at first. Then I saw her reading a romance novel and said that men’s books are more graphic than women’s books. She took up the challenge and brought me one to read. Let me tell you guys, the women read the same stuff we do. The biggest difference is that they’ll tell what fabrics the curtains are made of while the woman is getting her brains fucked out. All the action is there. After we had traded a few books we went on to movies. I gave her one with a pretty racy episode (The Thomas Crown Affair) and waited for her reaction. She brought it back and told me that it wasn’t all that. I said, “Well, it’s got a lot of action, lots of flesh, there’s no doubt what they’re supposed to be doing. If you want much more than that I can probably accommodate you.” She accepted, so I brought her a tape with some real porn on it. She brought it back and wanted more, and more after that. I asked her what she thought about them and she said, “I don’t know. Maybe it would help if I could watch them with you and ask questions.” I told her I didn’t know how we could manage it and she informed me that her husband took her son every other weekend on a fishing trip. She has all kinds of time, but she was afraid to use it for something like this. I saw an opening, but the thought of what he would do if we got caught still made me a bit cautious.\nOne day she told me that she had had a few fantasies involving me. This really caught my attention and I asked her to tell me about it; she wouldn’t. But she said that we could go to her house for lunch, where she felt safe, and there she would tell me about it. By now we were going out for lunch every week, so it wouldn’t seem strange to anyone that we did this week. We went to her house and stopped on the way for burgers that neither of us had the stomach for. Once inside, I saw that she had set up a card table for us and we sat down facing each other. She started to tell me about this fantasy she’d had. ‘She had come into my office with the mail and I had asked her to look over a catalog. She came to my side of the desk and was looking through it. As she did, I began to run my hands up and down her legs. Each time my hands came up, her skirt rose a little higher until her pantyhose-covered ass was exposed to my view. I sat there a while admiring this ass that I had wanted to see for so long, and then I slowly pushed her pantyhose down till they were around her knees. I took my time kneading her tight, firm globes and planting kisses on the tops of her thighs. Then I slowly pushed her panties down and stood behind her, rubbing my cock against her bare flesh. She heard my zipper come down as I pushed her down onto my desk and spread her feet apart with one of mine. She was so small that she didn’t even have to bend her knees; she just laid her whole upper body across my desk. Then she felt me enter her and thrilled as I pounded into her from behind.’ After telling me this and making my cock hard as iron, she said that she still loved her husband and didn’t want to cheat on him. She wanted me to be her “non-sexual sex partner”. I said OK, but I realized the possibilities.\nOver the next few weeks I worked on her and she began to loosen up. When she came into my office I would give her compliments on how good she looked in whatever she wore that day. I would play up how beautiful she is (an easy task, since she is) and how much of an alluring Woman (not little girl) she is. I would occasionally take her hand and this escalated to laying a hand on her shoulder, then to the small of her back, then to rubbing her back and giving her hugs. In hardly any time at all we were coming in an hour early to be together. She would sit on my lap while I rubbed her legs. This too began to escalate. After a few days I was rubbing her legs all the way up to her pussy while my other hand was rubbing and squeezing her tits. One day she spent almost the whole day in my office and by the end of it she was ready for almost anything. I took that opportunity to finally get a taste of her pussy. I paid attention to all the right spots and licked her inside and out for a good twenty minutes before she grabbed my head and pulled me tightly into her while she fucked my face for all she was worth. I knew then that it was only a matter of time before I fucked her.\nOur early morning routine became the highlight of the day. I seldom let her get away from me without giving her at least one good orgasm in the morning. She often went to her desk with that fresh-fucked look about her. In the meantime, I started working on getting her to meet me on the weekends when hubby was gone. I tried to suggest things that were innocent; going to the mall or out to lunch. She wouldn’t hear of it. She was afraid that someone might see us together and figure it all out.\nEventually, she agreed to meet me at my office one Saturday. Once there, I got her to come home with me. We began to talk, then to caress and kiss each other. It wasn’t long before things began to heat up. I pulled her shirt off and pulled off mine. She became really passionate and kissed my nipples as she rubbed my cock through my jeans. I tried to sit her on my lap and instead she turned to face me. She straddled me and ground her panty-clad pussy against my raging hardon. As she hunched her pussy against me I reached down the back of her panties and squeezed her perfect ass. Her arms were around my neck and her tongue was having a field day in my mouth. After a short time I knew it was now or never. I stood up and she wrapped her legs around me (those fabulous legs), then I carried her down the hall to my bed.\nI laid her on the bed, a king-sized waterbed (I know, but I like it and so did she), and came down on top of her, still dick-to-cunt. I kissed and licked every part of her that was exposed and she did the same to me. Then I stood up and began to take off what was left of my clothes. She watched with full attention, remember that I was the only man she’d ever seen naked besides her husband. I then kneeled on the bed and took away her covering. With each revelation I praised her and kissed and licked every inch of exposed flesh. When we were both finally naked I started at her gorgeous face and planted kisses over every part of her down to her toes, then I made my way up again until I reached her pussy. I already knew how sweet it was and I spent lots of time there, kissing and licking and sucking on her. I didn’t move from her juicy cunt until she came all over me, pushing her pussy up into my face with only her shoulders and the bottoms of her feet pressed against the bed. Only then did I move up again, kissing and licking my way up her body until we were face-to-face once more.\nI shoved my tongue into her mouth as I mauled her beautiful small tits and pressed my hard meat against her pussy. I rose up on my elbows and said, “It’s time now, I’m going to fuck you. If you want me stop you have to say so now.” Instead of that she said, “Yes, please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Push your dick in me now, I want it.” With that I began to thrust against her. She was so tight I couldn’t believe it. I’m not hung like a horse, far from it. I don’t claim to have eight or ten inches like most of the guys who write these stories. I’m just an average guy, but still she was tight and as I pushed into her she moaned and said, “Oh God, oh God, I can’t believe it!”, and pushed up to meet me. One small bit at a time I felt myself sinking into her until I finally reached the place where her pelvis and mine were firmly pressed against each other. It seemed like the end of all fantasies. This woman whom I had fucked countless times in my mind was in my bed and moaning beneath me. Knowing that I am not anything special, I asked her if she was disappointed and she said, “No, I’m not disappointed. Now fuck me.” So I did. I reached under her and grabbed her luscious ass and began to thrust in and out, in and out, now and then I’d kiss her while we fucked, or suck her nipple into my mouth.\nAfter a while I rolled over and pulled her with me so she would be on top. Then she took over and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, working that little ass of hers and scraping across the underside of my cock till it drove me crazy. Here was that little woman who, not so long ago, I thought was untouchable, fucking me like a ten dollar whore and screaming out things like, “Oh, your dick feels so good inside me!’ and “Hold me while I come again!” and “Please fuck me harder. I’ve never felt like this!” Then the phone rang and she went berserk. She jumped off of me and hid on the floor beside my bed.\nI let the answering machine get it and heard that someone was only a few blocks from my apartment. I tried to get her to come back up on the bed, but she wouldn’t. Remember that she’s still married and terrified that someone will find her out. So, I did the next best thing. I got down on the floor with her. I laid down behind her and we waited. By the time the knock came on the door I was inside her again, fucking her from behind and I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while my uninvited guests banged on the door. They were sure that I was home and only asleep because my car was parked outside. Little did they know that while they knocked over and over again I was inside throwing the meat to my secretary, thrusting my pelvis against her backside with my hand over her mouth.\nEventually they went away and we got up on the bed again. This time I was ready to come, having given her hers a couple of times. I had her kneel in front of me and I pushed into her from behind. I grabbed hold of her hips and watched her little brown asshole as I pounded into her. She took two hands full of my sheets and squeezed as I slapped against her ass. I watched it turn red just as if I had been giving her a spanking and listened to the smack, smack, smack of our union. Her moans were muffled in the pillow her face was pressed into and I fucked her hard for what seemed to be an hour or more. I heard her moan deeply as she came again and then she said, “OH, fuck me, fuck me. Come for me! I want to feel your come in me!” That was the final straw. I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot my load into this gorgeous treasure of a woman. It felt so good I couldn’t stop and kept thrusting into her long after I was dry.\nWe lay there for a while and I started rubbing her pussy again. I knew that I couldn’t get it up anytime soon, but I wasn’t ready to let go of this fabulous woman, not yet. Then I did something I’ve never done before. I began to kiss her all over and worked my way down her body until I was licking her just- fucked pussy. The thought of tasting my own come had always been a turn-off for me, but here I was digging into her juicy pussy all the same. And I didn’t stop until I heard her screaming out another orgasm and trying to push me away from that juicy cunt of hers. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.\nAfter we both caught our breath and lay in each other’s arms for a while we both got dressed and I took her back to the office, where she got in her car and drove away. There have been several episodes after this, but none to match the first time. It was almost as though I took her virginity, and I guess in a way I did. She’ll never again be able to say that she doesn’t cheat. Maybe this makes me a bad person, but I don’t care. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep fucking this woman and I’m not ashamed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense power dynamics and sensual desires between a weary, submissive man and his dominant, seductive lover. Craft a scene where she surprises him with an erotic bath experience, teasingly fulfilling his fantasies while pushing boundaries. Incorporate elements such as foot massages, anal play, corsets, stockings, nipple play, oral sex, and orgasm denial. Use vivid descriptions to capture the anticipation and intensity of their encounter. \n\nTags: BDSM, dominance/submission, erotic bath play, sensual massage, corset fetishism, stockings and suspenders fetishism, nipple play/fetishism" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Late home from work, he wearily walked up the path, desperately in need of some relaxation. The conference had been tedious – debating issues with stubborn, uninformed work colleagues was never easy. A hot coffee and a night in front of the TV was definitely a top priority.\nHe glanced at the upstairs windows and thought he saw a light flicker, but upon looking again it was gone. In fact, the house was in darkness… ‘That’s odd’, he mumbled to himself, thinking that she must be asleep already, and felt a momentary sadness that he had no company to wind down with.\nWith no outside light on either, he fumbled with his keys before finally finding the lock. Pushing the door open he placed his briefcase on the floor, reaching for the switch. At the same time he realised the light didn’t come on, he saw a lone candle on the hallstand…. and a piece of paper taped to the mirror above. Curious, he walked closer, loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes. He peered closer to read the note…. Upon which was a lone instruction. “Take a bath.”\nHe smiled to himself…. ‘Interesting’ he thought…. wondering what was in store for him tonight. Should he dare fantasise about lying naked in the tub, being bathed slowly and gently, her hand running up his inner thighs…..?\nHe laughed a little, thinking that he was getting ahead of himself here. His lover had never even been adventurous enough to join him in the bath, let alone try anything sexual in the same vein. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting in fall down his shoulders to the floor. His trousers and socks followed, a tell tale trail of clothes leading toward the bathroom door.\nStill in darkness, save for the lowlight of the candle, he pushed the door open, expecting his lover to be inside, waiting.\nA lone candle lit the room, it’s flame reflecting on the tiled walls, creating a subtle warm glow. The room was empty, but the bath full, it’s perfume wafting to him, heady and arousing.\nHe carefully dipped one foot in, the warmth spreading up his leg, and he sighed audibly as he lowered his tired body into the pleasantly warm water. Eagerly awaiting what he imagined to come, he closed his eyes and inhaled. Relaxing his body as best he could…his fantasies already making him a little hard.\nHe peeked a look at his cock, rising just above the waterline, still resting on his belly and surrounded by foam. He closed his eyes again, imagining sliding it into his lover, slowly and deliberately…when a slight cold breeze drifted across his chest. His nipples hardened deliciously, and he heard the soft swish of clothing, the presence of his lover and the anticipation of what was to come making him slightly dizzy.\nDare he look at her?\nHe wondered what she was wearing.\nShe was a curvy woman, always self-conscious of her body…undressing only in the cover of darkness. Little did she know that he craved to watch, her body a temple to him, her full breasts an altar at which he longed to kneel.\nHis thoughts were interrupted. Did she just whisper? Did he imagine her lips close to his ear?\n‘Keep your eyes closed’, she whispered once more as he felt her place her hands on his chest. A little disappointed, but not willing to disobey, he kept his eyes shut tight, hoping that she would allow him to look at her body in it’s full glory later. Her hands were soapy…sliding effortlessly along his body. They ran over his hard nipples, a wonderful dragging sensation which manifested itself in the slight twitching of his cock.\nShe noticed.\nHer hands drifted down over his belly and either side of his cock, in a deliberate firm touch ending up at his feet.\nHe was in heaven as her hands massaged his insteps, his achilles, and up to his calf muscles. At that moment, he was sated. He smiled to himself. A leg massage had never felt as erotic. Now, her fingers explored his inner thighs and his legs parted subconsciously to allow her room. His cock was unashamedly hard, not even feeling the cold air as it rose even more above the water.\nSuddenly he felt a heat…. her breath on his cock. The slightest touch of her lips. He groaned aloud. His hips bucked a little but met nothing as she moved out of his reach. He was in a delicious agony as her hand pressed his cock down hard against his belly.\nFinally… a firm touch to calm his throbbing member, which he was finding harder to control. She began stroking with her palm…. down from the head and over his balls, all the way to his ass. He gasped. He’d always wanted her to touch him there, but was too afraid to mention it. Her soapy finger circled his hole ever so gently…and his head spun. All the sensations were rapidly consuming him, and he would cum quickly if he didn’t tell her to stop. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt her move away. Bereft, he opened his eyes.\nHis mouth gaped open.\nHe was stunned into silence.\nHe couldn’t utter a single word, his mouth suddenly dry.\nShe stood there beside the bath, her breasts spilling out over a corset. A black, satin corset. Her curves accentuated even more. She stood proud and unashamed. He suddenly knew she was in control, and he would do anything for this goddess. She smiled, but it was a wicked smile. A promise of more to come.\nHe was still transfixed.\nShe ran her hands slowly over the top of her breasts…throwing her head back to reveal her porcelain colored décolletage. He ached to kiss her neck and down to the top of her corset, where her nipples rested just below the satin. His eyes grew wide as she lifted one leg up onto the bath. Stockings and suspenders came into view, along with a black g-string that showed enough of her pussy for him to know she had shaved. All of it.\nShe lifted herself up onto the bath, and positioned herself over him, one leg on each side. He looked up her body, from her legs to her pussy and up over her curvy waist to her amazing breasts, so full her face wasn’t quite visible.\n‘What next’, he thought.\nSo many sensations coursing through his body he had no time to focus on just one.\nHis hand involuntarily reached for his cock.\nHis movement was noticed and her stockinged foot came down onto his hand midway down his belly.\nHe knew to stop, but when she breathlessly said ‘If you touch yourself, I shall have to spank you later.’. he didn’t know just what to do. “Spanking?” he thought….. This was rapidly becoming the most exciting night of his life. He knew then, that at some stage he’d certainly be touching that cock, for a spanking was just what this naughty boy needed. Still looking up at her, he saw her hands move, sliding down over the corset and into the top of her g-string.\n‘Oh God’, he said aloud, as he watched her fingers move under the lace. She pulled the g-string to one side, letting him see her smooth slit. Pre-cum slid out of the head of his cock, and pooled at the base. Guttural murmurs leaked from his lips.\nThe Goddess held apart her pussy lips with one hand, and her other fingers slid either side of her clit. She used them to pinch her clit up…. bringing it into full view, the small hard bud that he desperately wanted to suck, tempting… teasing him.\nShe moaned to herself as she flicked her clit gently, and he saw a small drop of wetness glisten at her opening. She reached down, and with one finger, dipped it into the moisture… bringing it up to her chest.\nHer hand reached into the corset, and pulled one breast above it. The nipple was hard already… and he knew she was as turned on by this as him, which was more arousing than anything else she’d done. Her finger rubbed the pussy juice around her nipple and he groaned once more.\nWould she?\nCould she?\n‘Yessssssssssssssss’ escaped from his lips as she brought her nipple up to her mouth to suck it. She devoured her taste, the sucking noises making his balls tighten as blood coursed through his cock. There was no way he could ever be any harder.\nShe looked down at him and smiled, that wicked, evil smile that he would come to know meant that she wanted to ‘have’ him. Whenever. Wherever.\nHer g-string slid down her legs, and she lifted one foot, then the other, before throwing it to the floor.\nShe stood above him. Her sweet pussy in full view. The most beautiful and sexy sight he’d ever see.\nAll for him.\n…and then….\nOn that hard cock of his he felt a trickle at first. Then like rain, he felt the wetness stream from her, falling onto his hard cock like small explosions. He lifted his hips out of the water to feel it run down over his balls.\n“Oh\nMy\nGod”\nHe HAD to cum…nothing could stop him now… He didn’t even need to stroke himself…something that hadn’t happened in years. Creaming your jeans was for horny teenagers, not a sexually jaded man in his 30’s.\nThe cum spurt from him, all the way up his chest and onto his chin. The force of it making him reach down to cup his balls, his legs turning to jello. His eyes still fixed on her dripping pussy…his mind still reeling, disbelieving that all this had happened to him. His breaths hard, his heart pounding.\nShe stood there. Watching as he came. Her clit tingling as she watched the stream from his cock land on his chest. She wanted to lick his cock clean, but there were many other things she had in store for him tonight, and serving him was not one of them. This was only the first orgasm planned for him tonight……\n“Lick me clean” she ordered." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In the erotic underground adventure, a couple indulges in their wildest desires while riding the tube. They engage in daring acts of public pleasure, from teasing and touching to full-blown intercourse. Explore the intense sexual tension as they navigate through crowded carriages and dark tunnels, finding moments of privacy amidst curious onlookers. Craft a scene where they engage in oral sex while hidden behind a newspaper or describe how they passionately make love against the train doors as it rattles along the tracks. Use vivid descriptions to capture their arousal, including details about their exposed bodies, wetness between her legs, his throbbing erection pressed against her firm buttocks, and their climactic release. Don't forget to include elements like public exhibitionism, voyeurism, risky encounters with other passengers nearby but unaware of their escapades. \n\nTags: Public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex on public transportation" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I fumble in my pockets to get the tickets to get through the turnstile, as we can hear a tube train arriving.\nWe've met up in London for the day and have had a couple of drinks or three and are trying to get across town to take you home.\n'Come on, come on, we're going to miss it!' and you press up behind me and start going through my pockets.\n'That's not helping!' as I squirm against your inquisitive fingers, 'Ta-da! Here they are! Come on then.'\nWe race down the steps and onto the platform, as the hiss of the doors starts, 'Hang on!' I shout and an obliging soul does and the door is held open for us to fall through.\n'Phew! That was close and we've still got another tube before we get back! But at least there are some seats.' With that I fall into one and you take one directly opposite me, leaning back into it with your knees slightly apart.\nThe carriage is almost empty. Our saviour has got off at the next stop and everyone else is at the other end of the carriage - two other couples, one in their fifties and discussing some musical they've seen and the other an Asian looking couple who look like students.\n'Awww, what'd you have to sit over there for? Come over here so I don't have to shout across at you.' And I patted the seat next to me and beckoned you over.\n'Nope, I've got comfy and who says I want to talk?' And you rest your hands on your thighs just above your knees.\nI sat back in my seat, 'OK, be like that then!' And I turned my face away to people watch the other passengers. The initial excitement of fumbling in my trousers starting to subside now as I thought about our next connection and the time we had left to get the train.\n'Just because we're not talking, it doesn't mean that I shouldn't have your attention'. As I turned to face you again, I saw that your legs had moved further apart. Now you lowered yourself further into your seat so as to give me a view to the shadows that caressed your upper thighs below the edge of your skirt.\nYour left hand was still on your thigh and rubbing the material of your knee length dark skirt, causing it to gather and crease. At the same time, your right hand was under your jacket and tracing the outline of your breasts.\n'You have my complete attention. Talking of which, there's definite evidence of standing to attention down below!' And I cast my eyes down at the bulge in my trousers and copied your posture by pushing my legs out toward the centre and leaning back in the seat.\n'Good, I was trying to feel him earlier at the ticket barrier. I'm feeling really naughty tonight. I wanted to take you into the toilets with me at the last bar but it was too busy! So instead, I had a little rub to get rid of the frustration!' At that you looked me straight in the eyes.\n'O Honey, you are so sexy. Why didn't you say? The gents was empty and I had a big stiffy for you. Did you come?' As I spoke I adjusted my trousers to allow the swelling beneath to move around more freely.\n'Mmm, big style. My thong got so wet, I had to take it off!' With that, you reached into your bag. 'Here, catch!' And you threw something over to me and when I looked in my lap, I saw your sexy black thong resting on top of my twitching trousers.\nI mouthed 'Fuck!' at you and had another rearrange as I gathered the tiny fabric item into my hand and held it close to my face. 'Mmm, you smell REeaalll good. I can't believe that you're sat on the tube with nothing between me and your sweet puss but the gap between our seats.'\n'Yep, wanna look at it?' You didn't need to wait for my reply as you finger walked your skirt up your left thigh and brought your heels together against the seat to stretch you thighs wide apart.\nThe train slowed and came into a station and you slammed your knees back together in case anyone joined our carriage, but no, as it set off again, we were still alone and you gripped the hem of your skirt and lifted it as you returned to your spread legged position.\nThe sight was fantastic. Here I was with a fantastically sexy and good looking woman who was so aroused she was showing me her most intimate treasures after having masturbated herself to orgasm. And all onboard an underground train with four other people at the other end of the carriage! I was expecting at any moment to keel over and die to compensate for such an experience and you know what? I wouldn't have minded, it would have been worth it.\nNeither of us had spoken since the last station and we slowed into the next, the final one before we had to get off. Again, we assumed casually respectable poses, in case we were overlooked.\nThe doors closed and we set off again, once more with no one getting into our part of the carriage.\nYour hand went under your skirt this time and stroked your lips as you opened yourself to me and your other hand went under your top to rub your breasts. 'This is no fair' you said, 'you've seen mine but all I see is the wrapping on yours!'\nConscious of the little time we had left till our stop, I quickly unzipped and pulled my penis out of my boxers. The engorged head was twitching in my palm and clear sticky drops were dribbling out of the tip.\n'There, is that better? Make the most of it, because it's going back indoors again now.' And I struggled to get it back as the train slowed to our stop. You stood first and came over to me while I was still adjusting myself.\n'That was so horny, I can't believe how wet I am!' And you stroked a moist finger along my cheek. I almost came right there but you moved towards the door and waited for them to open. I stood behind you, with my excitement pressing against your firm butt. Which I now knew to be naked beneath your skirt. So I let a hand stray up the back of your leg to give your nakedness a squeeze. The doors opened and you stepped onto the platform and looked for the way out.\nWe made for our connection without speaking, eyes scanning the signs and maps to get to our destination, but never more than a few inches from each other. With me behind you all the time.\nThe platform sign said that there were eleven minutes till our train, so I leaned close to your ear and whispered 'I need a pee, sweetheart so I'm nipping off to the loo. Be back in a tick' You turned to me, reluctance written all over your face, 'OK, but be quick' then whispered 'and no wanking! I want all your lovely cum so don't waste a drop!'\nI ran off and came back in plenty of time and we stood close together with my arms round you as we waited. Your head rested back against me and I kissed your ear and neck and squeezed you closer to me. 'Guess what I've got in my pocket?' I whispered.\n'Mmm, I can feel it, you naughty boy. How did you manage to go to the loo with that?!' And your bum wriggled back against my hardness.\n'Confession time, what I've got in my jacket pocket is my boxers. I didn't go to the loo but wanted to join you in being a bit naughty.' I pressed against you again and twitched.\nYou didn't have time to reply as the train came in and we joined everyone else in shuffling through the doors. This time, it was full and we stayed by the doors, standing against each other in the same position we had been in on the platform.\nEveryone else on the train had either nodded off or was too engrossed in their companions to notice us as I moved the hand that was out of view of the rest of the train over your breast and over your stomach and down to your thigh. You sighed and leaned back against me.\n'That's nice, carry on!'\nI needed no second invitation and stroked up and down your side as we travelled from station to station. The feeling of you against me and the motion of the train were getting me really excited and I could feel myself dribbling into my trousers. I looked around the carriage and then on my next downward travel, I caught your skirt and brought it back up with me. I gently tugged it and you momentarily released the pressure between us and it stayed trapped above your perfect bum.\nMy hand moved down again and stroked its' nakedness and you pressed back against my swelling penis. 'If it was nice before, this is heavenly. And so naughty too!!' Now that you were exposed, I concentrated on stroking, squeezing, rubbing and generally mauling your butt. Pulling the cheeks further and further apart to burrow deeper and deeper into your cleft. During all this, my other hand had found its' way up under your bra to stroke your breasts that were full and erect under my touch.\n'God, I need you inside me, right now or else I'm going to explode!' And your hand pushed against your crotch and forced your skirt to rub your swollen clit.\n'We need to get off at the next stop, hun. Best calm down so we can get off!' I couldn't believe I was saying this! What an asshole! Here's a sexy woman begging for me to fuck her and I really want to but I'm talking travel arrangements instead. What am I playing at? But anyway, we shuffled apart a little and we moved our hands to where they were respectable and sidled over to the platform doors.\nAs we moved through the crowd towards the train station, we remained close. Your hand occasionally straying to squeeze my penis and mine your bum. We had no time to savour our illicitness as the train was there and had minutes before it left, so we headed for the first carriage and squeezed in as the whistle blew.\nOnce again, the carriage was full, there are no seats but having had so much fun on the tube, we would have been disappointed if there had been! Knowing that the platforms will be on the left-hand side for the whole journey, we take up our position in the doorway of the right-hand exit.\nNo messing around this time as you hitch your skirt up between us and press my hand against your naked flesh before pressing it between your legs. I resume my grip on your breasts and kiss and nip the nape of your neck. My penis feels like it will burst, it seems so full and pulses so hard against your uncovered butt.\nWe carry on where we have left off. This time the stations are further apart and no one is getting on. The other passengers doze or chat animatedly to each other, taking no notice of us.\nLess than a third of the way into the journey, we encounter our first tunnel and the lights blink out at the same time. I take advantage of the dark to loosen my trousers and unzip my fly so that my nakedness now rests against yours.\n'O God, I want that cock inside me. I don't care who can see. I'm dripping wet and I need filling with your lovely cum covered prick!' I nearly climaxed right there but our wish was granted as we entered another tunnel and the lights failed.\nThis time I entered you as we jiggled and shuffled in the dark. As the light came back you were pushing back against me to force me inside your slippery pussy. I have to bite your neck to stifle the gasping moans as I feel how exquisite you feel.\nAs the lights are on, we stay almost still and let the movement of the train over the tracks do all the work. It felt fantastic to be coupling in full view of complete strangers who were oblivious of what was happening as the rocking and rolling motion of the train moved me inside you and stimulated us both to climax. Again, I buried my face in your neck and you chewed the collar of your jacket as our passion spent itself.\nMy erection subsided and I withdrew from you, bringing with it great globs of our cum. You turned slightly towards the right to allow me to shield myself from view as I tucked myself back in.\nWhen we got to our stop, we were the only ones to get off. As the train pulled away again, we were alone in the moonlight. It being too late for the ticket booth to be manned so there was no rush to get off the platform. Let's face it, there weren't going to be any more trains that night.\n'That was fantastic!' I exclaimed as I hugged you close and picked you up and held you as I spun you round. 'Too bloody right, I've wanted you all day and I haven't finished with you yet!' With that you pushed me back against a wall and dropped to your knees in front of me.\n _Continued ..._" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \n\nExplore a passionate and intense encounter between two lovers as they indulge in a sensual massage session that escalates into a steamy power play. Begin by describing the slow, tantalizing movements of their hands as they explore each other's bodies, focusing on the back and neck areas. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission as one partner takes control, leading to an erotic spanking scene that ignites both pleasure and desire. Transition into a captivating moment where they switch positions, with the submissive partner taking charge while riding their lover's throbbing cock. Emphasize the intensity of their connection through explicit details about their moans, gasps, and dirty talk. Finally, climax with a powerful release that leaves them breathless and craving more.\n\nTags: erotic massage, dominance/submission dynamics, spanking, hair pulling, oral sex (cunnilingus), multiple positions (riding), orgasm denial/pleasure control" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I slid my hands gently up and down your back, knowing you had a long day, massaging your lower back firmly, hearing you whimper softly. I moved slowly up and down your spine, enjoying the feel of your skin beneath my fingers. I trailed my fingers up your neck, rewarded with a soft moan as I slid my fingers into your hair, massaging your scalp gently. I slid my hands through your hair gently, massaging all the pressure points until you were fully relaxed, smiling each time you whimpered or moaned.\nYou rolled onto your back, half asleep, half awake, the look in your eyes telling me that I had woke your libido quite well. You pulled me down for a kiss, fingers sliding into my hair, making me shiver with anticipation. You pulled me atop you, making sure I could feel your hardness. I shifted atop you, moaning softly as I settled with your cock between my thighs. You slid your hands slowly down my back and over my ass, pulling the bottom hem of my nightie up, baring my ass. I shift slightly, allowing you to pull the nightie up further.\nOnce you had pulled my nightie up, you spanked my ass. I groaned softly, arching to your hand, You smacked my ass again, making me moan in your ear. I shivered slightly, settling back against you, feeling your hardness against my pussy. You growled softly against my ear as I rubbed slightly against you, \"Behave, slut.\"\nI whimpered softly stilling atop you as you smacked my ass again, my moans louder now as I tried to remain still against you. I whimpered and shifted against you, pressing myself against your hardness, causing you to moan again and growl softly. I closed my eyes, biting your neck gently, making you moan louder, shifting beneath me, your cock sliding slowly against my pussy.\nYou rolled me over, laying atop me, pressing against my opening gently, whispering soft against my ear, telling me the things you want to do to me. I whimpered at your words, arching up against your hardness, feeling you slip between my lips. You growl softly, taking hold of my hips and keep me still, thrusting hard into me.\nI moan softly, shuddering as you fill me, my hands finding your hair again, pulling you down for a kiss as you thrust hard and fast in and out of my throbbing pussy. You slid deep into my pussy, holding yourself there, lowering your head to whisper in my ear, \"Feel that slut? I want you to squeeze my cock and fuck me for all that you're worth, show me that you're my slut.\"\nI moaned, my pussy clamping around your cock instantly, arching up against you, grinding hard against your throbbing cock. You rolled us over again, taking my wrists in your hands, pushing me upright so that I was sitting on your cock, the change in position making your cock thrust deeper into me.\n\"Ride me, slut, show me how much you want my cock,\" you growled hungrily as I started to move slowly on your cock. I slid up your length, pausing with just the tip inside, squeezing down hard, making you moan and grip my wrists tighter. I closed my eyes, giving in to the pleasure, letting your cock impale me hard and fast. I rode you harder and faster, moaning loudly on each downstroke, pussy clenching your cock hard.\nI rode you for all I was worth, reveling in the feel of your cock pounding me, I groaned, fucking myself with your cock, gasping softly as I did so. I rode you faster, gasping for breath as I begged for permission to cum. You denied me, telling me to beg for release. I squeezed down hard on your cock, whimpering softly, \"Please Master, your slut needs to cum for you, my pussy aches and throbs, I need to cum so badly. I want you to feel your slut's cum on your cock.\"\nYou grabbed me by the hips again, thrusting up into me hard, growling, \"cum for me, slut!\" I moaned loudly, clamping down hard on your cock, eyes closed as I let myself go, cumming hard on your cock. I whimpered softly, my pussy clamping tighter around you, spasming as I came, your cock throbbing hard as you pounded into me hard, cumming merely seconds after I did.\nMy pussy milked your cock, whimpering at each jet of hot cum entering me, groaning as I tried to catch my breath. You brought one hand up to my hair, gripping tightly as you pulled me down atop you again, kissing me passionately. I moaned softly against your mouth, whispering softly, \"Good morning, love.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and raw connection between two lovers, one with hypertrichosis, as they navigate their desires and discover new realms of pleasure. Incorporate elements such as scent-driven arousal, hair fetishism, deep kissing, oral sex, anal play, rough sex, light bondage/restraints, and exploration of power dynamics. Highlight the beauty in embracing uniqueness and finding liberation in unconventional desires. Tags: hypertrichosis, scent play, hairy fetishism, deep kissing, oral sex, anal play/pegging, rough sex/spanking/biting/choking/hair pulling/light bondage/restraints/power dynamics" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing compares to the paradise of smooth skin touching smooth skin, especially when the skin is sloshy wet with arousal, sweat, cum, g-spot ejaculate, spit, piss, lube or what have you. That hot, warm, slippery, sliding, dissolves boundaries and makes you both feel like you are fucking with your whole body, and you are. So, to shave or not to shave? One strong vote for shave: pubic patch, around labia lips, cock, balls, and around the asshole. Then fuck hard and wet, add lube, go deep, drip, squirt, spurt, gush, spray, soak, mark, fill, overfill, and gulp your partner's wetness to your heart's delight.\nBut wait, sometimes \"hairy\" opens whole worlds of pleasures. Hair holds and intensifies scent, and if you are scent-driven like me, each different smell of the person you adore is a bit of paradise unto itself. Whitman's \"smell of these armpits / aroma finer than prayer\" makes deep and lovely sense, and even better sense the hairier she or he is. Even now I can close my eyes and remember Julie's different scents. And it helped a lot that she was also the hairiest girl I have ever known, or ever am likely to know.\nJulie was sitting in a bookstore café, pouring over an oversized book on the artist Edward Hopper. Though it was a blazing hot day that had most of us wearing the absolute minimum, she was wearing long pants, closed-toe shoes, and a long-sleeved buttoned-down shirt fastened high on her neck and tight around her wrists. She wore oversized dark glasses too, which seemed a bit odd in a café, and even odder considering she was reading an art book.\nJulie was so covered up by clothing and glasses I couldn't get much fix on her appearance. Except that is, for beautifully full lips and a quite lovely, if distinctively pronounced aquiline nose. She was on the tall side and trim. But aside from that and her apparent great taste in art she was pretty much a blank.\nI was newly single and actively looking for a partner. Since Hopper was one of my favorite painters, and she had caught and held my interest, I was tempted to talk with her. But looking closer at her she radiated a bit of a \"do not approach me vibe\" which squelched that idea. I settled, quite content, into my own reading, a new biography of the poet Anne Sexton.\nSexton had been complex and troubled but she was fiercely honest in her writing and the biography was drawing me in pretty deeply. I was startled to hear \"Sexton's my favorite poet\" spoken by the woman I had been looking at earlier. She now stood just inches from my table looking down at me. I looked up at her. She removed her glasses revealing expressive and striking pale blue eyes and an angular face. I was excited that she liked Sexton and without her dark glasses felt instantly drawn to her. My glance played over the thin layer of peach fuzz covering much of her face and the thicker hair near her lips. There was a bit of irritation wherever the hair was thicker as if she were constantly trying to pluck it away. Curious.\nI asked her if she would like to sit down and to my excitement and joy she said yes. We talked for quite a while about Sexton and then we talked about Hopper and I found myself utterly smitten by her enthusiasm and insight about the painter. Conversation flowed easily back and forth between us and I found myself drifting a bit into the sea-blue intensity of her lovely eyes. It turned out we had a lot in common and when after an hour she looked at her watch and said she had to go it felt perfectly natural to exchange numbers.\nThat night I called her around nine and it was dawn when we finally hung up after agreeing to meet at the bookstore again after we had both slept a bit. She was already there when I arrived and it felt like a kind of homecoming to sit facing her. This time, both our hands when out across the table to grasp one another. Touching hands that way felt amazing.\nShe was again dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and long pants. Looking at her this time the hair around her mouth was gone but in its place the skin was chaffed and red and even a bit inflamed. I hadn't meant to stare but she caught me anyway and looked back at me with slightly sad and perhaps worried eyes. I didn't understand.\nI watched her bow her head just a little and then swallow hard. Then she raised her head and looked directly into my eyes. In a clear, determined, even resolute voice she slowly said:\n\"I have a condition. Its technical name is \"hypertrichosis\" which is basically an extreme form of hirsutism. In other word's I have a LOT of body hair. It grows fast and thick and over pretty much all of me.\"\nShe paused looking for a reaction and I guess she felt reassured because she soon continued.\n\"I'm mostly ok with it, well sort of. But it is hell on my face. My skin is too sensitive for chemical depilatories and if I don't constantly pluck, well, you can imagine.\"\n\"I am so relieved,\" I replied, my face breaking into a warm smile.\n\"When you said you had a condition I flashed on a flurry of ailments that could impact your health. You are ok. That's what matters.\"\n\"Well, I'm almost ok\" she began again slowly.\n\"it is a pain because I don't look anything like other women. It's pretty extreme. Most people with my condition constantly fight it with all sorts of hair removal. When I try that route my skin, which is quite sensitive, goes to hell. And body scent tends to cling to hair so I have to go a bit crazy with deodorants.\nI looked at Julie. The pale blue of her eyes felt oceanic and inviting. I glanced at the chaffed skin where she had clearly plucked hairs before coming to meet me. I looked at the buttons on her cuffs and thought how she hid her arms every day. I looked at the how high she buttoned her shirt and glanced at her close-toed shoes.\nLooking again at her eyes I said slowly and softly \"Julie, I think you are quite beautiful\"\n\"Thank you.\" She replied as she met my gaze.\n\"I'm going to tell you something I really have no right to say. But I want you to hear it.\" I Knew I was pretty far out on a limb here, but I felt it deeply and I wanted her to hear it.\n\"Julie, I've never in my life talked with anyone till dawn before. I think you are amazing. If I am, ever, lucky enough to see you completely naked your condition won't make a bit of difference to me. It wouldn't make you less beautiful if you were the hairiest woman on earth.\"\nShe sat still, her face a blank, and then slowly it broke into a smile which in turn broke into laughter. In a moment I was laughing too and we didn't stop for quite a while.\nWhen our laughter trailed off she began describing how self-conscious her condition had made her. How to her shame she had been nicknamed \"gorilla girl\" in grade-school. How she always wore cover-up clothes, even on the hottest days. How she was obsessive about deodorant. And how, in the few intimate relationships she had experienced, she always made sure she was freshly showered and that the room was completely dark before she undressed.\nI felt a deep sympathy for every hardship Julie described. But to be honest, sitting there, looking at her while she spoke I found myself getting incredibly aroused by the specific details of almost everything she said.\nHer talk about scent made me imagine the thick bush of her armpits on the hottest of days. I wouldn't want her to use deodorant I thought as I looked into her eyes. Rather, I would sink my face and mouth deep into that fragrant forest, inhaling and sucking in every bit of her scent and wetness.\n\"Gorilla girl,\" now that was cruel of them and must have stung horribly. But at the same time the image Julie as gorilla girl made me hot. She was beautiful inside and out. I was so tired of sex being tidy, tame, polite, vanilla and domestic. As she spoke that name I felt acutely the sting of her early ridicule. But at the same time the raw, feral, rutting, beastly side of \"gorilla girl\" made my insides quake with hunger.\nOur talk drifted to other things and when the subject of photography came up I couldn't believe the common ground of our tastes. We talked about the partnership of Lee Miller and Man Ray in 1930 when they were lovers and colleagues, and of the astonishing results of that short entwining. On a hunch I asked her about the D/s photos they had produced together and Julie's eyes lit up with the pleasure of recognition, not of the photos, but of the beautiful impulses behind them. I stared back at her in response and knew, she knew, I knew what that recognition meant. This time it was both of us who were squirming a bit.\nThen, for a moment, Julie sat very still in silence pondering something. Just as she had an hour before, she dropped her head down a bit and then, looking up with slow deliberation, asked me a question that sent a wave of warmth throughout my body.\n\"If you were to photograph me, how would you do it, given that I am very shy about my body hair?\"\nI knew at once the answer but it took a moment to find the words.\n\"You could get dolled up and shoot a traditional glamour shot with soft- lighting and soft-focus and be beautiful just like millions of others in that conventional playboy, or boudoir-photography way. But that's not how I would photograph you at all. Julie, I could be happy staring at your face all day. The expressiveness of your oceanic eyes, your strong aquiline nose and gorgeous lips would make a head-shot that would make men and women stare in longing.\nShe looked at me puzzled. Maybe even a with a flash of hurt, but I continued.\n\"Julie, I would put you in a room with such a bright wall of lighting there would not be a single shadow to hide behind. I would photograph you with a long enough lens that every inch of you came equally into the frame. I would shoot you in such high-resolution and razor-sharp focus you could see every contour and curve and variation of your skin tone. And you could see every single hair too, right down to the root. I would find your beauty and capture it.\"\nJulie just stared at me for a long, long, time. Slowly any confusion and any hurt on her face gave way to something utterly different. Her hands reached out for my hands across the table as they had earlier in the day, but this time they grabbed hard, holding on with an insistence almost desperate.\n\"You mean what you say? She asked intensely focusing her eyes upon my face in a scrutinizing manner.\n\"Absolutely.\"\nFor the third time that day she dropped her head then looked up at me. But this time with eyes that burned with resolve and desire.\n\"I want to take you home with me and I want to do it now\" she said, clearly enunciating every word.\nI could have blathered on and on about adoring her and the importance of taking things slow. But every cell in my body was screaming \"yes\" to her words.\nA half-hour later we were in her apartment. She turned to me and put both her hands upon my face. Then she kissed me and to this day l swear it was as if I had never been kissed before. Her kiss was urgent, marking, mashing and taking, and then mine was to. We were all raw hunger and melding mouths. A frenzy of devouring tongues and sucking each other's spit and a mashing so intense and wide-mouthed it felt as if even our teeth were kissing. She bit down on my lip and I tasted blood. I liked it. A minute later she pushed me away almost hissing the words:\n\"I want to both be naked.\"\nLeading me into her bedroom I wasn't about to compromise what I knew to be deeply true and said with cool insistence:\n\"Turn on every light.\"\nMoments later we stood naked before each other in the glare. Nothing prepared me for the amount of hair that covered her body. Really, it was head-to-foot with finer hair on her breasts and upper belly. There were astonishingly thick growths around her pubic area extending up to her lower belly and sides of her waist. The mass then down to low on her inner thighs.\nHer legs were a forest too, and they were strong and beautiful. Her underarms were a glorious entangle of sweat-matted hairs. She had ample breasts, large areolas and oversized nipples. I thought she was exquisite. Stepping forward I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her neck.\nMy penis, throbbing against her hairy midriff it simply would not go down. Curiously, it maintained a level of hard-throbbing and high-angled erectness unlike anything I had experienced before.\nMy wide-open and hungry mouth on her neck, and my body pressed against her, were doing things to her breathing which now came in short, quick pants. Sucking the air in deeply I reveled in the raw heated scent of her. I took her hand in mine and began to suck each of her fingers, drawing each one by turn deeply into me as if I were fucking each one with the womb of my mouth. Then I was sucking the palm of her hand and again our bodies closed together in some primal press, and raw entwining of heat and joy.\nThis time her whole body was wet with sweat and the scent of her heat had become urgent and rank. I touched her between her legs. At first it was just a thick tangle of matted damp hair I felt. Pressing harder, I could feel her mound and swollen labia lips, as if through a mass of hot and wet coarse-woven cloth. I drew my now drenched hand up to my mouth and opened it tasting her scent. One inhale and I tumbled into that feral rutting place I had imagined earlier while we sat face-to-face. But it was universes better than that.\nMy hand found her loins again and this time I worked my fingers through her soaked thatch as if her very core was pulling me inward. It took a while to get there but when the wet entanglement yielded to the smooth and soaking warmth of her inner lips she opened so eagerly, it was if she were trying to suck my whole hand into her. Two fingers became three, and then four, as her hot inner warmth unfurled around me.\nI leaned my mouth down to take her nipple to suckle her nipple. It had grown considerably since I first saw it, thick and long, an hour before. Now, suckling it hard while four fingers fucked her insides, it swelled still larger in my mouth. Her whole body quivered to the movements of my hand and mouth. As suckle turned to bite wetness poured from her cunt. I moved my mouth to her other nipple as her hand encircled my throbbing cock. I felt her body tremble as she touched me and so wasn't surprised when she hissed:\n\"I need you inside me.\"\nI thought my fingers had done the work of spreading the thick matting of her hair, but I was wrong. I had to literally fuck my way through the thick of her pubic hair to enter her. Even that gave a world of raw primal pleasures as I drove a hole in that beautiful jungle to plunge my way into paradise.\nMy cock finally inside of her we fucked for a long lovely time. Slowly, slowly, but pelvis-grindingly-deep. Thrust-fuck hard, taking each other to the edge of oblivion. Pulling out all the way and lingering, then plunging fast back into her depths. Mouths tearing into each other as thrusts became rhythmic. Short and fast thrusts of little more than cock head inside, and then the ravenous and soul-marking plunge. All the while our eyes would drink each other in, as our faces played through a a dozen dramas of thrust and merge.\nFinally, it was all deep and grinding and hard and soaking as we thrust-fucked toward climax, her body up-bucking to meet every thrust. Her eyes rolled back for a moment and her breathing was all gasps. Her sloshy wet became a flood. We were all strength and pulse and hunger and merge. Then her pussy started contracting and moans became screams. We both started coming as the rapture of it seemed to flow between us in a mutual enveloping. Interfusion. Union. Communion. We were one.\nWhen we woke limb entangled it was dark out. Eyes bleary I played over the whole astonishing course of the day. Looking at Julie I started to speak, but then just smiled, as did she. I felt so utterly home entangled in her arms. But then, leaning up on my elbow and seeing her adorned in her forest of hair, my eyes played over every part of her. She stretched and turned on her belly. Her ass was covered in fine hair that thickened to dense forest toward the crack. My insides burned again, but with a different kind of hunger.\nWithout a word I spread her hairy legs wider and positioned my body between them so my head lined up with her ass. My large hands spread her ass cheeks wide and I just plunged in. No soft lingering foreplay here. My mouth was ravenous for her dark depths, and take them I did. Spreading her cheeks wider and wider still, my mouth worked its way through the thick fragrant tangle. I discovered wet hairs would matt down in place, and I started literally sucking her ass hairs to a state of soaking, and then spitting out accumulated saliva to better find my way to her rectum.\nFinally, it was there and open in its brown and pink glory. I sucked and suckled and plunged my tongue deep, the faint shit smells of her ass poured through my body and soul like some elixir of a darker dreamy primal rapture. I felt hungry and savage and kept opening her further, feeling her muscles relax by degree till after ten minutes I was plunging deep into her pink almost gaping depths unobstructed.\n\"fuck me\"\nTwo simple words from Julie's beautiful mouth and, in a moment, I was inside of her. Plunging my cock again and again into her dark, lovely relaxed and sloshy wet depths. She raised her ass up higher to me and we were fucking so hard the sweaty soaked pounding of pelvis on ass beat like a drum.\nHer hand, reaching underneath, found her loins and she fucked her cunt as furiously as my cock fucked her ass. This time it was quick, raw, urgent and explosive. She started to climax and that was enough for me. I exploded into her ass with all the joy and power of my being. She turned her head outrageously far to me as writhed hard and unhinged with eyes rolled back in her head as if half-slaughtered by the waves of her bliss.\nThis time we didn't sleep but rather lay sideways face-to-face talking. Somehow the subject of Lee Miller's D/s photos came up again. In speech so soft it was almost a whisper we agreed sometime soon we would together explore that beautiful world of power and relinquishing.\nJulie got up to pee, and I almost found myself insisting she stay and play with her peeing in fun ways in bed. But that could wait too.\nAs she walked back into the room the sight of her stirred something else in me. I wanted to be marked by her.\n\"Fuck my mouth, will you please Julie,\" I asked. \"Just use it. Take your pleasure from it. Rough would be better than tender.\"\nStill standing, she looked at me and smiled with a hint of a wicked curl on the sides of her mouth. She straddled my face then lowered herself. First she just gently rocked forward and back as I suckled her clit through a mass of hair. But then, as if some switch turned inside of her, she turned deliciously beastly, fucking my mouth harder and harder. She began to push out from deep within her cunt and ass expelling her wetness and letting my mouth get crazily deep into her as she did.\nFinally, she was just fucking her loins back and forth over my mouth as I fought through her hair to the depths of her pussy and then to the insides of her now cum-soaked rectum. I felt her push out again and my mouth was filled with a squirt of ass-scented cum. Then again it was all pussy as she ground down hard and pushed out. Finally, she softened her movements as my mouth closed over her engorged clit and slowly, rhythmically suckled her. She sat perfectly still for a moment, then started convulsing as she filled my mouth with her squirting, and filled my and ears with the song of her lovely enraptured moans.\nLater that night looking at Julie I felt her tenderness and grace and smarts flooding into me. I felt the afterglow of our hungers that had opened a dozen new worlds we would spend the next years exploring. I thought her eyes when we talked about Man Ray, and Lee Miller. I thought about her standing naked in a room flooded with light. I thought about and the extraordinary freedom one feels when in restraints and knew we both would go there. I wondered how Julie's beautiful breasts would look bound with long cords of rope. I wondered how it would feel to calmly order her to open her mouth. I thought about piss play and squirt and gulping one another's wetness so fast the bed would stay dry. And then looking at Julie stretched out and happy upon the bed, naked yet adorned in hair, she turned her head to meet my eyes. It was like drinking in the paradise of the world. I thought in that instant, looking at every inch of Julie's being, I had never in my life seen anyone as beautiful." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \"In this steamy and adventurous tale, a disillusioned man takes to Craigslist in search of a no-strings-attached cruise companion. After receiving numerous responses from intriguing women, he finally meets Tina, a shy and inexperienced woman who recently went through a difficult divorce. As they sit on the patio of a coffee shop, he entices her with his fantasies and promises to push her boundaries if she joins him on the cruise. Overwhelmed by desire, he can't resist exploring her body right then and there, causing Tina to experience intense pleasure and become a squirter. Write a scintillating scene where the man continues to tease Tina's desires with whispered words while they dance at the bar during their cruise. Include elements such as oral sex, exhibitionism, light BDSM play, multiple orgasms for both characters, and passionate dialogue that showcases their growing connection. Don't forget to add tags like 'erotic romance,' 'voyeurism,' 'squirting,' 'cruise adventure,' 'light bondage,' and 'exploration of sexual boundaries'.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sometimes as a male you have just had enough - enough drama, enough games, enough trying to please and enough trying to fill up the female need for \"more.\" Don't get me wrong, I love the ladies and will pursue them until I die, but I do seem to attract the money oriented, troubled ones. With cruise tickets in hand and wonderful memories of her birthday party last week, I got dumped by my hormonal nut case of a girlfriend. She accused me of everything in the world and I had not done any of it. For now I need a rest, something sane, something to count on, relax with and know what to expect. You know like a business contract.\nFor entertainment I often read the Craig's List personal ads. There seems to be a higher percentage of bots every week and the \"women\" -- real and imaginary -- all want complete honesty, real men, drug and disease free and know how to treat a woman. My tickets were not cancellation insured. I had nothing to lose. Why not try Craig's List.\n\"You want honesty ladies? I live in Hillsboro and need a Panama Canal/Caribbean cruise and vacation partner starting November 12 for three weeks. I'm 64, fit, active, 5'10\", 170#, good with my hands and mouth. I'm playful, naughty and respectfully dominate. I definitely know how to treat a lady. You should look good, be comfortable, dancing, dinning and everything else. Polished and educated enough to not embarrass me. Yes, the deal includes sex and I expect you to be willingly good at it. I can afford my dalliances. Interested? Email me, with your picture and particulars. The attached pic is me last month. Generally, I prefer thin, flexible, reasonably athletic, creative and articulate.\"\nI expected a lot of crap responses and I got them. Three hundred pounders singing their oral praises, herpes carrying baby dolls, meth addicts, hopeful escapees from abusive relationships, travelers with no passport and women with five kids who never knew their fathers. But there were a few that were promising:\n\"Beautiful ex-working girl -- I'm 48, DDF, can keep a smile on your face and would enjoy taking a cruise with a gentleman.\" In her pic she was tall and elegant. She had shoulder length auburn hair, long legs and big beautiful green eyes. The kind I always fall for and get burned.\n\"Me-too -- didn't know real people still read CL. Sounds like something to be thankful about over the holiday. Haven't traveled much but would like to. Professional with lots of vacation time, 41, ready to please and be pleased. I'd show you more of me but I don't want the pics all over the internet.\" This short blonde was a spinner with sparkling, naughty eyes.\n\"25, need Daddy to keep me disciplined and smiling. -- I'd do anything you want for a trip like that.\" Her pic was playful, Heidi-like little girl, in catholic school outfit, sucking a lollipop. Complete with pigtails and painted on freckles. I had a good chuckle.\n\"Rejected squirters like to travel too. 44. Who do I have to kill to cruise with you? Tight, willing, very clean. Not into bad pain, blood or scat but everything else is on the menu. The more activities the better, want to experience everything before my time runs out.\" The brunette's eyes were haunting, even with the character lines. She was about 5'5\", maybe 130 pounds of fitness. I liked the honesty and reality that hid behind her words.\nThree days later, I met \"Rejected Squirter\" (Tina) for coffee. At first, she was shy and ill-at-ease but she relaxed and proved to be real and delightful.\n\"Carl, I want to clear something up.\"\n\"Please do. Just keep talking to me. I really like the sound of your voice.\"\n\"It has been raspy like that my entire life.\"\n\"It's wonderful.\"\n\"I'm not as wild and experienced as my answer to you implied. My ex left me for a younger bunch of women. The divorce dragged on for three years. It became final the day I answered you and I was in a strange mood.\"\n\"So you really don't want to cruise with me?\"\n\"No, it's not that. I would love to go. I don't want you to be disappointed with me. I'm not very experienced and I haven't been a lot of places.\"\n\"What has you the most concerned? The sex?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Bring your coffee. We'll go out onto the empty patio and talk more privately.\"\n\"Now talk to me. You are beautiful, sexy and healthy. You look like you could knock my socks off and still want more.\"\n\"I've only known one guy. We learned together. It was never like my girlfriends said it was with their guys. When he started drinking, the sex got even worse.\"\n\"What kind of things did you two do together?\"\n\"I gave him head and then mostly missionary. I never climax with just penetration. I usually finished myself off after he went to sleep.\"\n\"Vibrator? Toys? Fingers? How did you finish off?\"\n\"Fingers, I've never had a vibrator.\"\n\"Did he give you oral also?\"\n\"I get very wet, he did not like that.\"\n\"Do you really squirt?\"\n\"Sometimes with my fingers, I can soak the bed.\"\n\"Why are you blushing?\"\n\"I'm talking so freely to you. I've never told anyone these things.\"\n\"We need to learn about each other and work through this decision. From my standpoint, you are perfect and exciting. You would be exposed to a lot in three weeks with me and I would push your limits. I would never hurt you, force you and I do understand the word \"No.\" I am curious about you. Would you fantasize? Bring ideas to our times together? Be verbally open about what you like and don't like? Would you want to please me? My brains are in my hands and mouth. I would enjoy making love with you if you could relax and if that is what you wanted. Think, if you want to give three weeks of your life to travel, fun, food and sex with a naughty man.\"\nShe shivered just a little and squirmed in her seat. So I played.\n\"Let me help you with your thoughts about me.\" I scooted closer and lowered my voice to a whisper. \"No inch of your body will be off limits to my touches and kisses. I will have you bathe in just water so the scent and taste of your body will not be hidden from me. Sometimes I will tease you and keep you on the edge before I let you cum. I will like to watch you. Watch you masturbate or be on top while you use me for your pleasure. Sometimes you will drive me wild and I'll use my strength to take you. At night we might get carried away and fall off the bed. In the morning, I might fuck you from behind while you brush your teeth.\"\nTina's breath was ragged and her eyes were a glazed while her imagination followed my words of fantasy. She was not used to such talk but was really into it.\n\"Before we return, I hope I can make you to cum from just my whispered words while we dance in the bar. I will want you to get so wet that you run down your legs and the other couples look at us and wonder.\"\n\"Damn, you have to quit. I'm almost there now.\"\n\"We are the only ones on the patio. Why quit?\"\n\"Someone will see.\"\n\"Who cares? We are grown up. We can do what we want. How wet are you?\"\n\"Soaked.\"\n\"May I check?\"\n\"Here? Now?\"\n\"Yes.\" I did not wait for an answer. The small table was not much of an obstacle as I slipped closer. At first she closed her legs when I touched the inside of her thigh but then she opened them and I slipped my hand into the ever warmer, more humid region.\n\"Tina, in my listing, I told you I was oral. If you squirt when you cum I will want to drink from your body and keep kissing to see if you will cum again. I may have to hold you down, because you may be sensitive.\"\nWith those words I was more forceful in pushing her legs apart.\n\"With more kisses to your pussy, you will soon be with me again. I hope you are a noisy lover. I want to hear your pleasure so I will learn to be good for you. I want to hear your encouragement. I want to hear you say that you need me inside of you. I want to hear you scream in climax.\"\nHer eyes were closed and she did not try to keep me from slipping past her panties' legs and pushing a finger between her hot, swollen, slippery lips. She moaned as I nestled a knuckle against her hard protruding clit. I turned my hand over, pushed two fingers into her, curled them to pressure her large g-spot and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her eyes fluttered.\n\"Don't you dare open your eyes. Just feel my hand on your pussy. This is to help you decide if you would like to be with me for a while.\" I never stopped my gentle thrusts. She moaned and recoiled.\n\"Don't pull away. Scream if you want. I'll pay the waiter to look away. Give me your greatest gift Tina. Let me watch your pleasure. Thrust into my hand and cum for me.\"\nHer breathing was now ragged; she thrust visibly, intentionally causing more pressure on her magic spot.\n\"Harder. Please, harder.\"\nMy thumb complied. Its circles grew smaller and I was now rubbing directly over her good sized clit. It was almost too much for her but she did not want to stop or change anything. I let her direct. Her sheath contracted around my fingers, her hands clutched the tablecloth, her eyes were closed and she was breathing noisily through her mouth. Every muscle I could see in her face, neck, shoulders and arms tensed. Her face contorted and her body began to tremble.\nTina was right; she was a squirter and a big one. I could her hear juices fizz out and then splatter onto the cobblestones under her chair. She winced, her clit was too sensitive to touch but her hips were still rocking. I moved my thumb and let her use my hand. I extended my fingers and added a third. She gasped, \"Yes\" and pushed forward driving me deeper. I could see heads peaking out of the restaurant's windows. When she came the second time it started with a long loud growl. She tried to curl up, knocking over some glasses and pushing the flower vase onto the ground. She did not hear the commotion. Her hands grabbed my wrist to hold it still. For several minutes, we sat, my fingers deep and being gently sucked in her womb. Finally, she raised her body off the table. Her blouse was wet and transparent showing her bra. She looked weakly at me and struggled to sit up. With my free hand I used my napkin to clean her face and around her glazed eyes.\nHer recovery took at least five minutes. I leaned over, kissed her, licked her lips and then whispered into her ear, \"Thank you, sexy lady. Thank you. That was very beautiful.\"\nThe more she recovered the more panic I saw in her eyes. Most of the front of her skirt was wet and the back, where she sat, was drenched, still dripping. Her nipples stood proudly rigid under her wet cold bra. She began to blush and look for something to cover herself.\n\"You are with me today, Tina. When we leave you will walk tall, strut, showing that you are proud and satisfied, that you have pleased me and because you are more woman than any who would dare stare at you.\"\nThe waiter approached, \"Can I get you and the lady anything else, sir?\"\n\"No thank you. Just the check will be fine.\"\n\"There won't be a check today. We all thank you both. Come dine with us as often as you like.\"\nTina blushed at the waiter's words but she did stand tall and proud as I pulled her chair out. She left a wet trail as we walked through the restaurant, her arm locked in mine. A few courteous people applauded her. She blushed brighter and swung her hips. She smelled of sex and now so did the café. None of the men minded. The women wanted what she had.\nWe did not speak all the way to her car. I took off my coat and put it onto her seat. \"My card is in my coat. Call me in the next couple of days, if you decide to risk sailing with an old man. I'm hoping you go with me.\"\nBefore I closed her door, I opened her mouth with my hand on her chin and gave her a deep French kiss. She was not used to this. I kissed her and explored her mouth with my tongue. As a last leading gesture, I pulled back, looked deeply into her eyes and said, \"Suck.\" When I kissed her again I pushed my hard, pointed tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked and I moaned in appreciation before pulling my mouth away from hers.\n\"How do you expect me to live with all the frustration your kiss has left between my legs?\" When I stood she could see my discomfort. Her manicured fingers reached out, felt over the length and tried to close around me.\nI closed her door, smiled and added, \"Call me either way, Tina. You are my choice but if you choose not to go, I have to find a sailing partner.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and passionate encounter between two lovers as they indulge in a night of celebration and desire. Incorporate elements of teasing, oral pleasure, slow penetration, and simultaneous orgasms into your erotic story. Highlight the use of hands, lips, tongues, and explicit descriptions to heighten the sensory experience for both characters. Consider incorporating tags such as \"teasing,\" \"oral sex,\" \"slow build-up,\" \"intense orgasms,\" and \"passionate lovemaking\" to capture the essence of this scintillating encounter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We had been celebrating - I don't know what, but celebrating nonetheless. We had been drinking \"Tabu\" again and I was definitely a little buzzed. I stood up from the couch to put the empty bottle in the kitchen, but you grabbed my hand. When I turned to look at you, you pulled me down onto your lap. You buried your face in my neck; nuzzling and nibbling my neck and ear while your hands ran up and down my back. I closed my eyes and let the soft waves of heat wash over me. My back instinctively arched and your hands closed over my hips and pulled me down hard against you. The image of you and I naked in the same position popped into my mind and I whimpered in pleasure.\n\"Let's go to bed,\" you whispered, and I nodded eagerly.\nI stood and walked directly to the bedroom while you turned off the lights, locked the door and quickly followed.\nI had pulled off my t-shirt before I heard you, \"No. Stop.\"\nI looked over my shoulder at you, \"What's wrong?\"\nYou came up behind me and slid your hands around my waist to pull me to you. \"Nothing's wrong,\" you whispered as you ran your lips along the sensitive spot in my neck. \"It's just that I want to undress you... unwrap you... like a present.\"\nI wasn't quite sure what to say, so I simply whispered, \"Okay.\"\nYour hands ran over my stomach up to my breasts and gently traced the tops as they peeked through my bra. You played with them as only you know how: cupping them, squeezing my nipples with just enough pressure while nibbling my neck and earlobe. I moaned softly and squirmed in your arms.\nI forced my eyes open as you turned me around. There was a look about you...an intensity in your gaze that clearly said this wasn't going to be the kind of lovemaking where we laugh and lightly enjoy ourselves in silly banter. I've seen that ardent look before and my body tightened in anticipation. I'm sure that in a matter of seconds, the heat in my eyes matched your own.\nYour mouth went back to my neck and moved down to my cleavage, kissing and nuzzling while, with one hand, you unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. I don't remember it hitting the floor because you immediately began to tease my nipple...rubbing your lips softly against it as your hands tickled both of my breasts. I pushed towards you and you finally sucked my nipple into your mouth. There isn't a way to describe how wonderful that feels, baby. The heat, the softness of your tongue, the pressure of your teeth against me sends spikes of heat and pleasure down my body. I held onto your shoulders and watched you play with me; you certainly looked as if you were enjoying yourself as you went from breast to breast, savouring them with your mouth and hands. God knows, I was enjoying myself so much my knees were weak and there was a heat throbbing low in my abdomen.\nYou moved lower...kissing your way down my tummy and gently pulled my Toronto Maple Leaf pj pants over my hips...your hands sent shivers through me as they slid down my thighs, over the back of my knees and down to my ankles before helping me step out of the pants.\nYou kissed my thigh, soft and lovingly. Your hands on the backs of my legs, holding me steady as you moved painfully slowly towards my pussy. God, I was so wet that I would have sworn it was trickling down the inside of my thighs. I held my breath as you gently kissed those lips... and I heard you make a small sound of satisfaction when you discovered just how wet I was. You pushed against my legs and I obligingly spread them wider. Do you have any idea how erotic it was to look down and see your face pressed against my pussy? Your tongue slid deeper into my pussy and then pressed against my clit. I was so close to cumming and you could feel it. You always can. Suddenly, just as I was reaching the point of no return, you stopped.\nStopped?!\nStopped...and stood up. I had *no* idea what was going on and you didn't give me a chance to ask. You held my face in your hands and kissed me hard and deep, the taste of my pussy on your lips. You whispered, \"Did you want to cum, baby?\" You asked it knowing damn well what the answer was. All I could do was nod as your hand found my pussy and one finger slipped inside of me. \"God, you're so wet, baby and so hot.\" Your words were driving me crazy and I squeezed your finger as it slid in and out of my little pussy...squeezed and pulsed. You pushed it all the way inside me and wiggled it around. My knees nearly buckled as you hit the sensitive spots inside me. \"I can't wait to get my cock inside you... fuck you and feel that heat holding me so tightly...\" I was going to cum...and cum hard. I started to tense...anticipating how good it was going to feel, when you gently took your hand away from my pussy.\nI opened my eyes and whimpered, \"Please...\"\n\"No,\" you said with an evil look in your eyes, \"not yet, baby. Soon, but not yet...\" You guided me backwards until my legs pressed against the bed. I got up on the bed and knelt as you undressed, my hands caressing your skin as it appeared. I touched your cock and let my fingers run the length of it before I leaned over and kissed it gently and then ran my tongue around the head. Your hands held onto my hair and you rocked back and forth, pushing your cock into my mouth and I loved it. I spread my knees a bit more and played with my pussy. I was so slick, I could barely feel the friction from my fingertip as I slid it inside myself and then moved to my clit.\n\"Playing with yourself, baby?\" You whispered in a husky voice.\nI made a low sound of agreement around your cock.\n\"You like to do that, don't you? Especially while you suck my cock.\"\nI just moaned. You were right. You knew it, I knew it, and the more you talked about it, the closer I came to that missing orgasm. I tried not to let it show, though. I was hoping that if you were enjoying what I was doing to you, perhaps you'd be too wrapped up to notice that I was getting painfully close to... ooooh god... I was going to cum. I was rubbing my clit earnestly. The wet, sticky sounds giving it away.\n\"Stop, Laurel,\" you said and pulled yourself from my mouth. For whatever reason, I did stop. I wanted to orgasm so damn badly, it hurt, but I stopped. It never occurred to me to just ignore you and take myself over the edge.\nYou crawled onto the bed and I laid back as you moved between my legs, rubbing your cock against me. You rested the head of your cock against me, but didn't move. I raised my hips and put my hands on your hips, trying to pull you inside me, but you kept lifting yourself. You sat back and pulled my hips up so my ass was resting on your thighs, my legs spread around your body. It gave you a wonderful view of my pussy. You positioned yourself against my slit again and took my hand and pressed it against my pussy.\n\"Play, Laurel. I want to watch you... but don't cum until I tell you to do so, okay?\"\nI nodded and slid my finger around the head of your cock pressed against me. It wasn't hard to get my finger wet, I was incredibly wet. I couldn't touch my clit directly, it was too sensitive, so I gently rubbed on each slide of it. Slow, little circles around it...letting the warmth and sweetness build. You chose that moment to slide into my tight little pussy just a little; just stretching my opening around you. Oh God, baby, it felt so damn good. My clit sparked to life and I rubbed right on it with feathery little strokes.\nYou kept pushing into me. Slow...jesus, painfully slow. I could feel every bit of your cock moving into me, stretching my walls to accommodate you. \"Fuck, Laurel, you're so wet.\" Your voice sounded so husky, baby.\nI was throbbing...hard and aching pulses that started deep inside me and travelled down to my clit. I used my other hand and pulled back the little hood and bared my clit.\n\"Oh yesss, baby.\" You said, \"That's it, play with your clit for me...but don't cum yet, baby.\" You were moving so slowly, I don't know how you did it, but it was driving me nuts. I could feel it starting...the orgasm warming my belly and growing. I know you could feel my pussy the pulsing and squeezing that warns you I'm getting ready to cum. I took deep breaths through my mouth, trying to control it, but I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do so much longer. I groaned low in the back of my throat and gripped your cock hard.\n\"Easy, baby,\" You sounded so in control and I was so out of control, \"Almost there. I want to be all the way inside you when you cum. I'm going to stay perfectly still, watch you cum and feel you squeeze my cock like a vise.\" I knew you were watching your cock disappear inside me while I brought myself closer and closer to the edge. A sheen of sweat was covering me. This was excruciating...wonderful, but excruciating.\n\"Jack,\" It was like a wave washing over me, \"Please...baby...I have to cum.\" My fingers flew over my clit and I could feel your hands pulling my hips closer to you. You were there. I could feel your cock pressing all the way inside me, pressing against all those electrified sweet spots.\nYou finally whispered the words I was dying to hear, \"Now, Laurel. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby.\"\nIt took mere seconds for the fire in my clit to explode. My back arched as if a electrical current was running through me. I forgot to breathe. It was incredible. So intense that it was almost painful. I squeezed you so hard you couldn't move. My tight pussy pulsing around you again and again. It felt like it was never going to stop. I could hear you whispering something, but I don't know what it was. Just as one orgasm subsided, another would break. My fingers couldn't stop rubbing my poor, sore clit and I just kept on cumming and cumming.\nAfter what seemed like a lifetime, I started to relax. I opened my eyes and tried to get you in focus. The look on your face, baby, was awesome. You leaned over and kissed me hard as you started to fuck me. Hard, deep thrusts that pressed you against my cervix, sending shivers up through me. I could feel your cock getting thicker inside me and your pace changed. Not nearly as rhythmic and much more instinctual. I squeezed you hard and lifted my hips, trying to get you deeper into me. \"Your turn, baby.\" I whispered, \"fill my pussy with your cum, Jack.\" Your breathing changed. \"Cum for me, baby...\"\nYou slammed into me one more time and pressed hard against my body. I felt your cock pulsing inside me, shooting cum deep into my pussy. I kissed your damp forehead as you slowly came back to earth and pulled you down to rest on my body. You rolled on your side but stayed inside of me. We were both quiet, enjoying the afterglow. I moved my legs and they were terribly stiff. I was sore and I knew I wasn't going to be able to climb stairs or sit properly for a week...but it was so worth it. For both of us." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and passionate aftermath of an argument turned steamy encounter between two lovers. Incorporate elements of anger, frustration, heat, and desire into a scorching shower scene. Delve into the power dynamics as they engage in rough play, with biting, spanking, and hair-pulling. Capture the raw sensuality as they pleasure each other orally before indulging in anal play. Convey their insatiable hunger for one another as they climax together in a mind-blowing release. Suggest tags: angry sex, makeup sex, dominance/submission, rough play, oral sex, anal play, multiple orgasms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Some days baby you just make me so angry.\nMost of the time we are good together; you make me laugh, and smile, and you make me feel more beautiful than any other man ever has before. You challenge me to be more outgoing, and you're pretty smart. We work well together...until one of us gets mad, or God forbid, both of us.\nMaybe it was because both of us had a stressful week and were tired, but things were rocky when we got up this morning. You were grumpy because I took too long in the shower and made you late, and I was pissed off because I had to do clean up the mess you and your friends had made the night before. You went off to work, and I began to clean and do some studying for class.\nI had lain down to take a nap, and when I woke...the house was stifling. It was warm outside, and with the sun shining inside the house, it felt like 80 degrees. I went to the thermostat to turn on the air conditioning. I went back to studying, and about an hour later, it was no cooler, but instead was getting warmer.\nThe thermostat was broken, and with the temperature outside rising, so was the temp in the house. By the time you came home, the house was a sauna. I had fans running and windows open, but it was doing no good.\nConsidering both of our moods earlier in the day, the heat was no help. Instead it fed the fires. I was in the kitchen rooting around in the fridge for a beer. I know beer makes you warmer on a hot day, but for some reason everyone craves one. I reach in and pull out the last bottle, just as you walk in. I suppose you were going to do the same thing, because you turned right around and said \"Fuck!\" on your way out of the kitchen.\nWell being irritated as I was, I decided to pick a fight, which you were more than ready to participate in. I went into the living room and asked,\n\"Oh I'm sorry, did you not get enough beer last night?\"\nYou rolled your eyes, exasperated, and said, \"I knew that was going to come back and bite me in the ass.\"\nWe began to argue over absolutely nothing. The fight escalated and you ended up leaving for the pub for a while. I shed a few tears...not because I was afraid you weren't coming back, but just in frustration. I decided to go out for the evening myself. One of my girlfriends was having a makeup party, and even though I didn't need anything I thought it would do me some good.\nI went upstairs and put on one of my sexiest skirts and a blouse. I fixed my makeup and put on my heels. I wanted you to wonder a bit where I was going. Normally I would never do this, but my mind was clouded by heat.\nAs I was on my way downstairs, you came in. You were sweaty, and your white button down shirt was clinging to your slender frame a bit. Your hair was ruffled, and you had on a pair of slacks. Nothing turns me on quite like a well dressed man.\nI know I caught your attention coming down the stairs. The split in my skirt showing my tan thigh, and the slender stiletto heels accentuating my calves and feet. The blouse revealed a little cleavage, and hugged my curves. It was blood red. Someone would have noticed. My hair was fixed and makeup done. I stopped at the table to dig out my keys. You asked,\n\"Where are you going?\"\nI smiled sweetly and said, \"Out.\"\nYou smiled just as sweetly and asked, \"Out where.\"\nTo some this might seem like over possessiveness, but I knew you were just concerned for my safety. Still I was mad at you, and being as stubborn as I am wasn't going to give you an inch.\nI replied, \"Just Out.\"\nI walked past you but you caught my wrist. You didn't hurt me, but it was a firm enough grip to stop me where I stood.\nI sighed. I was actually tired, and I knew you were too. But I was still a bit irritated.\nYou stopped me and said, \"Let's not be mad at each other.\"\nI turned to go again and said, \"I have no idea what you mean, I'm not angry with you\", and in truth I wasn't. I was just irritated.\nYou pulled on my arm firmly, still not hurting me, but pulling my body backwards. You turned me around and said, \"You aren't going out tonight. It's late and you know you don't want to anyway.\" You had this grin on your face like you knew exactly what I was thinking. And you did. I just wasn't in a cooperative mood.\n\"I'm fine. I do want to go, please let go of my wrist\", I replied.\nYour hand came around and nestled itself in the small of my back. You were still wearing your grin, but your tone had more force in it. \"You aren't leaving, and you're making me angry.\"\n\"Good\", was all I had time to reply before you pressed me back against the wall and cut me off with a passionate kiss. You pressed your lips to mine, your other hand leaving my wrist and gently pulling my hair to tilt my head back. You have never hurt me, nor have I ever worried that you would. But this passionate, anger side is something I have yet to experience. I must have gasped in surprise, because your tongue easily found its way into my mouth.\nIt took a few seconds to regain my senses, but I remembered my anger and cut off the kiss. I pushed on your chest, although you are much stronger than I am and it didn't do much good.\n\"What the fuck are you doing\", I yelled beating on your chest with my fists. You pressed your hips against me, grinding into mine, knowing instinctively that mine would grind right back. The anger, passion, and heat of the house have all combined to make my brain foggy, and my body limp and pliable.\n\"Shut up\", you growled, and I felt your open mouth on my neck sucking at my pulse point. Your hand slides down and squeezes my heavy breast underneath the shirt fabric. A groan escapes your mouth as you grind your hips harder against mine.\n\"You have got to be fucking kidding me\", I groan softly. It's the last thing I say before your mouth clamps down on mine forcing me to be quiet.\nYour hands grip my shirt and next thing I know you have ripped my shirt off. Buttons scatter everywhere. This makes me angry because it was my favorite blouse, and you growl, \"I'll buy you another\", and begin kissing the swells of my breasts over my black bra.\nTry as I might not to be turned on, a hot blooded groan escapes from deep inside my throat. That is all the affirmation you need. You place your shoulder in the center of my body and throw me over, carrying me up the stairs. Having some time to think, I begin to protest.\n\"Put me down you big jerk\", I yelled half heartedly. Your only response was to spank my ass firmly, leaving a little sting. We reach our destination, and you put me down and kick the bedroom door closed. Before I know what is what, your hands are around my waist unzipping my skirt which falls to the floor. A grin is back on your face and you slide your fingers down to caress my pussy through my black lace panties.\n\"Mmm your pussy never lies baby. You must want me pretty badly, because you're dripping\", you say smiling. You're quite proud of yourself.\n\"I don't ...\", I start to growl, but never finish because your teeth have begun to lightly nip at my nipples through my bra, and a strong finger has slipped under my panties and deep inside my weeping vagina.\n\"Fuck\", I groan heavily and surrender to your will completely. I thrust gently against your finger; your other hand grips my neck not allowing my head to move. You take my bottom lip in your teeth and continue to finger me deeply, sliding in a second finger and finger fucking me until I can barely breathe. You kiss me deeply roughly and I move my hand down to the tent in your pants and squeeze tightly. You take your hand off my neck and out of my pussy long enough to unzip your slacks and push your boxers down. I watch your cock spring free...hard and hot. I sink to my knees instinctively, taking your cock in my hand and stroking it slowly. You place your hands on the wall to support yourself, and my tongue begins to circle the head. I devour you quickly and wetly, gagging myself on your thick meat.\nI slide up and down...taking your thick cock deeper in the back of my throat. Your groans turn me on so much. I suck you furiously for a few minutes and before long I feel you stepping backwards. You step out of your pants and take your shirt off while I stand up. Before I have a chance to move your strong hands undo my bra and throw it away. Your hands become impatient and they rip the flimsy lace that makes up my panties.\nIn the heat of the moment we stand there gasping for air. I feel your eyes searing my skin as you look from my chest...lower. I spread my thighs...so you can see the wetness on my legs. The room feels like its 100 degrees, and both of us are sweaty...but it cools us off for a minute. I lean my neck back, arching my back slightly my fingers wandering down to my clit. I rub slowly, a moan escaping my lips. I open my eyes and wink seductively, biting my lip.\nYour hands grasp my bum and lift me up to eye level. You slam me against the wall and hold me there with your body. Your teeth grasp my lower lip between them, and you slide into me in one fluid motion. My breath catches in my throat as you begin to pound your hard cock into my weeping wet cunt. Deeper and deeper, your cock goes inside of me I begin to drip and groan. My cunt juice is running down both of our legs as pound me against the wall mercilessly. Waves of sensation are running through my body. My skin is flushed and pink...sweat dripping down both of our bodies. My breath is coming in short bursts. I feel open, exposed, and raw.\nI feel an orgasm flooding my body. My muscles tense and my tight wet cunt clamps around your thrusting cock. I whimper as I convulse; my whole body wracked with one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had. You never stop thrusting, just slow down. It prolongs my orgasm and finally air returns to my lungs. Your thrusting starts picking up slowly at first and then gaining momentum.\nYour hands grip my ass hard and lift me, my nails digging into your back as the last waves of my orgasm subside. Before I have time to register that we have moved, my remaining breath is knocked from me as my back suddenly makes contact with the mattress. There's a hungry look in your eyes, and I love it. You grab both my ankles and place them on your shoulders. You grab my thighs and lift my lower half off the bed...sliding your cock inside me. We begin to fuck again, and my pussy still sensitive from my orgasm, feels so good it hurts. Every time you thrust your cock into it, I shake... the muscles in my vagina and abdomen spasm from the intense feeling of our fucking. Little drops of cum squirt onto your cock and both of our legs as you ram my pussy mercilessly.\nA new pink flush is crawling over my skin, which is glistening with sweat, cum, and desire. As much as I love your cock in my pussy...you have inflamed another passion. A dark hunger needs to be sated. I yank on your arms and you come crashing down on top of me. I wrap my arm around your neck and kiss your lips fiercely, sucking your tongue into my wet hungry mouth.\n\"Roll over\", I groan between kisses. You roll onto your back, and I straddle your hips cupping my tits in my hands. Your cock is nestled between my ass cheeks and I slowly rub my wet pussy on your lower abdomen. Your hands begin to knead my tits as I lean forward, my hands on each side of you and slide my slit up and down your torso, my ass bumping into your cock as I move. Every time my ass comes into contact with your cock you moan.\n\"Oh you like that baby\", I groan as my clit comes in contact with your hot flesh. I shiver and shake a bit, still rubbing myself on your hot body. All you can do is moan. I stop humping your abs, and scoot down your body. I re- position myself to face the opposite direction, your cock now rubbing against my slick pussy.\n\"I know what you want\", I whisper and get up on my legs, your cock head resting against my tight puckered ass hole.\nThe sweat from the heat in the house, and intensity of our fucking has made my hole slick, and my cum has lubed up your throbbing cock. I begin to lower myself onto your cock. You watch my ass envelop your dick, and you have to fight hard not to cum then and there. I wait a moment, letting my ass accept your offering, and you groan feeling how tight it really is. Using legs and arms for leverage I begin to ride your cock very slowly...teasingly so. It doesn't take long for me to feel your arms wrap around my waist, as you lift me and put me on my knees. I wiggle my ass tantalizingly, as you move behind me. The tip of your cock head is at my...now more opened...hole and suddenly you sink your cock into me to the hilt.\n\"Fuck yes\", I hiss as you begin to fuck my ass...gently. I press my ass back against you. It is as if I can feel every vein on your cock rubbing the walls of my ass. My anus is open and vulnerable, and the feeling is more concentrated with every stroke. You reach underneath me and fondle my breasts, your hips piston your rod in and out of me like a well oiled machine. You spank my ass and I push against you harder, causing your cock to go in deeper. You hump me like a stallion, and before long one of your hands slides down to my clit. You flick it with your thumb and I begin to scream. You roll it between your fingers and cum gushes from my vagina. My whole body shakes and shivers as I cum not once, but twice.\nThe intensity of my orgasm causes my anus to constrict, and my whole rectum to massage your dick gently. The sight of my ass, feel of the constriction, and overall fucking are too much to bear. You slump forward groaning, your cock shooting jet after jet of searing hot cum into my ass. I feel it squirting from you, wad after wad. I counted 6 huge squirts before you are spent. My body shaking from exhaustion can't support my weight let alone yours.\nI collapse onto the bed, and roll into your arms. When our breathing finally calms, I roll into your arms. Laying my head on your shoulder, I hear the air conditioning kick in, before I fall asleep.\nI wake up. The room is dark. The light of the alarm clock is the only illumination in the room. Two hours have gone by, and I realize I am freezing. The air is back on, and both of us sprawled naked with no covers. My stirring must have awakened you, because I feel your hand on my cheek. I smile slowly. Whispering I say, \"Race you to the shower.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the power dynamics between a dominant mistress and her bratty submissive in a BDSM scene. Incorporate elements of dominance, submission, bondage, and punishment. Include intense verbal exchanges, such as name-calling and teasing. Build tension through the use of restraints and sensory play. Highlight the pleasure-pain dynamic as the mistress punishes her submissive for his disobedience by denying him release until he fully submits to her desires. Use tags such as BDSM, domination, submission, bondage, punishment, rough sex, oral sex, orgasm denial." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There's fire in his gray eyes, a little spark of rebellion which has remained, in spite of everything. His submission isn't complete. There's always a hitch, a millisecond of hesitation between order and action.\nHe's a brat. It seems he likes stoking the flames of her anger and impatience, to see how far he can push her.\nAs he has done so tonight.\n\"You don't respect me,\" she says softly, gazing down at him where he lay tied to the bed - legs splayed, arms hitched high, crossed at the wrists and bound with deep purple silk rope. There is only a bit of give where it's looped around the centermost slat of the headboard. Enough movement to keep him somewhat immobile and very much frustrated.\n\"You don't respect me,\" she repeats. \"I'm your mistress in name alone.\"\nShe settles her lean, naked frame at the edge of the bed, the swell of one well-rounded ass cheek just barely grazing his bare hip.\n\"You like to push me. Make me angry.\"\nOne slim hand skims upward along his lightly tanned torso, between the sharply defined muscles of his pecks. The slight tremble there gives her some measure of satisfaction. He isn't entirely unaffected. Salvageable.\n\"You,\" she continues, \"are an animal. And, no matter how hard I try to tame you...\" Her hand curls around his throat, just below his chin. She squeezes firmly, tilts his head back so his gaze is locked with hers, \"you remain feral. Hungry. A selfish beast.\"\nShe watches the slide of his tongue over his full bottom lip, wanting to taste it. To bite it.\n\"Forgive me, Mistress,\" he says in a low, rough whisper.\nShe scoffs, releasing her hold on his neck. Her fingers dance over the line of his jaw, over the short, coarse hairs there. Dark brown. A shade lighter than her own chestnut-hued complexion.\n\"Now you ask forgiveness.\" She laughs, though there's no humor in it. \"My big, unruly beast. Easier to ask forgiveness than permission, huh?\"\n\"Mistress-\"\nHer hand shoots up to twist in the hair at his nape, and she yanks down, angling his head and cutting off whatever he'd been about to say. She bends over until her lips are only a breath away from his. He smells warm and musky. Delicious.\n\"Don't lie. Don't apologize. What's done is done.\"\nShe stays like that a long moment, drinking in the softly panted breaths escaping him. His whole body is taut as a piano wire. Strong and ready. Hungry. Already on edge.\nFinally she moves, her head turning toward the closet where she keeps her \"toys\". But then, as if a thought has crossed her mind, she turns back to him, and lifts her lean body up onto the bed.\nHis steely eyes rake over her lush figure - her full, bare breasts with their dark chocolate-tipped nipples and her sweetly sloping hips. His fingers twitch, his arms tugging at the bindings keeping him in place.\nHe moans quietly when she settles over him, her cunt, already slick and hot, resting on his stomach.\n\"It seems,\" she says in that low, purring cadence, \"I was wrong about you. Was I wrong about you, love?\"\nHer fingers trail slowly down his torso, her sharp nails digging in just enough to bite and leave angry red lines along his sides. There's pleasure mixed with the pain, just the way he likes it, but not enough to give him any sort of satisfaction. Just the way *she* likes it.\n\"No, Mistress,\" he replies, arching just a little under her touch.\nShe bites her lip. Watches as she drags a thumb over one of his flat nipples.\n\"Hm. Maybe I was. Maybe I'm boring you. Maybe the little red-head you were dancing with tonight is more your speed.\"\nHer eyes flick up to his, watching him closely from beneath the thick fringe of bangs brushing over her brow.\n\"Maybe,\" she whispers, \"I should just let you go.\"\nThis brings a stronger reaction. He growls low in his throat, his hips thrusting up from the bed. And, she laughs, leaning forward to plant her palms on either side of him.\n\"Oh, so now you care!\"\nHis gray eyes are flashing. Angry. She loves it.\n\"You didn't seem to have a thought for me when you were grinding against that little tramp,\" she accuses. She brings her face close to his, nuzzles his scruffy chin with the tip of her nose.\n\"I wonder what she tastes like,\" she murmurs. \"I wonder if she'd moan for you. Beg you to fuck her tight little cunt.\"\nA low rumble echoes through him. He tugs at his bindings.\n\"That turns you on, hm?\"\nAnger flares at her center and she lunges forward a bit to sink her teeth in his neck. She growls right back, mashing her breasts into his chest.\n\"Fuck,\" he huffs. She can feel his hips rocking below her, trying desperately to find and breach her core.\nShe snakes out her tongue to lave the spot where her teeth marked him, savoring the taste of the sweat on his skin. Dipping lower, she slides her cunt over his dick, leaving a wet, sticky trail of her essence on him. He hisses at the contact, rocks more firmly against her.\n\"Be still,\" she hisses. \"Be quiet.\" She moves, rocking and grinding, taking her pleasure from the way the thick head of his cock presses into her clit. Pleasure winds through her, settling in a warm, pulsing throb in the pit of her stomach.\nShe knows he wants to move, to drive into her deeply, to feel the hot clutch of her cunt pulling at his dick. For once, he obeys, laying perfectly still save for the constant pull against his bindings, and the harsh breaths he releases into her shoulder.\nOne particularly delicious undulation catches the rim of her cunt and he gasps.\n\"Mmph. Mistress...please...\"\nShe is caught up in the pleasure, the warmth winding deliciously around her spine.\n\"What?\"\n\"Please,\" he says, his voice low and edged with rough need. \"I need... uhnn... inside you.\"\nShe laughs, soft and teasing, then settles back enough to allow the head of him to split her lips further, to barely kiss her slick opening. She closes her fingers around his throat and presses a thumb below his chin.\n\"Unruly beast,\" she coos. \"Needy, greedy animal.\" She presses back and stares him in the eye as his head pushes slightly deeper.\nHis face is a twisted mask of tortured pleasure. A slight tint of beautiful rose highlights his skin. He rocks his hips, working little more than an inch into her clutching cunt. He huffs and growls, wanting more, pushing the boundaries of what she's willing to give to him.\nThough she wants more, desires more, loves the feel of him pounding into her, this is his penance, this reaching, grasping ache for completion.\nShe holds herself over his body, lets him try to drive deep, feeling the fluttering of her own need urging her to seat herself completely on his stiff prick. But, she likes him like this - this big, strong man, rough and hard- edged, decorated in vibrant swathes of black and red ink, begging with his body, with his storm-cloud eyes, to be taken and used for her pleasure.\nWhen her own need becomes too much, she climbs off of him. Her slim fingers make quick work of the knotted rope. He immediately moves to her and she allows him to nuzzle her, to place hungry kisses over her neck and shoulders.\nWhen his lips move to claim hers, she pulls back and takes his place in the bed, stretching out on her back. She uses her foot against his side to move him away.\n\"Lick me. Make me cum with your mouth, Beast.\"\nThere is a flash of hesitation, that split second where his eyes tell her what he'd much rather be doing. But, then he's moving, placing himself between her parted thighs. His strong hands close over her hips, and she places the flat of her feet on his shoulders. His eyes remain on hers as he licks a wet path from the bottom of her cunt to the tip of her hooded clit. His beard grazes her inner thigh, causing her to shiver.\nShe smiles down at him, lust softening her gaze. Though, only slightly.\n\"Good boy.\"\nHe makes a small noise at the back of his throat, her praise pushing him forward, making him bury the lower half of his face into her open pussy. Yes, he knows exactly how she likes it. She's taught him that much, and he doesn't disappoint.\nHis broad tongue makes long, sweeping passes over her flesh, dipping inside her just enough to bring her hips arching off the bed. He is a messy eater, vocal, rumbling and sighing his delight. She loves the sight of his long, pink tongue splitting her, the sight of his full lips sucking her into his eager mouth. She uses her feet at his shoulders as leverage and he easily follows the snaking of her hips, never breaking his rhythm.\n\"Two fingers now,\" she orders, breathless, already rising swiftly to her delicious peak.\nHe obliges, slipping his first and middle fingers inside while his lips and tongue focus on her pulsing clit.\nShe yowls and groans, unable to watch him any longer.\n\"Yes! That's it! Make me cum!\"\nHe needs no further urging. He seals those wonderful lips over her clit and sucks roughly, curling his fingers inside her cunt and teasing that sweet spot.\nShe shatters, grinding against his mouth, leaking her sweet juices onto his light beard and driving fingers. He follows her on the downslope, licking her clean and nuzzling her inner thighs. His eyes plead for more.\nShe's almost willing to give it. But, she's still angry.\n\"Did you think of her while you were eating me, Beast?\"\nHis gray eyes flare and, suddenly, he's on top of her, his mouth on hers, his tongue plunging deep while his cock seeks out her entrance. She shoves at his shoulders while his hands grip her hips, and he sinks himself smoothly into her tight heat.\n\"Crazed animal,\" she hisses, though the pleasure of his intrusion takes a great deal of sting out of the accusation. Her nails dig into his shoulders and he grunts, pulling back and then plunging sharply forward.\n\"Mmm... forgive me, Mistress,\" he groans, and she doesn't know if he's asking forgiveness for his previous slight, or his current one.\nHe's rocking into her, pulling a low mewling sound out of her, and she's fighting to regain her composure. He's so big, and he feels so damn good thrusting into her.\n\"How dare you,\" she gasps, pushing at him still, even as her hips rise to meet his. \"You ...uhhn...\"\nHe nods, burying his face in her throat, biting and suckling at the sensitive flesh.\n\"Beast,\" he growls, and the rough echo of his voice fills her from the inside out. He continues, punctuating each word with a deep, ruthless thrust. \"Yes, savage...untrained...thoughtless...beast...mmph...\"\nShe is melting, swiftly and surely coming apart beneath him. His hands glide up her sides and curl beneath her shoulders, holding her close and immobile.\nShe tries to hold onto the anger, the indignation, however her legs are opening wider to his plundering.\n\"Your beast, my love,\" he whispers, his breath fanning hotly over her cheek. He continues thrusting, driving, pumping, filling the air around them with the sound of each advance and retreat, with her deep moans and his needy groans. His hands clutch her to him. Claiming. Pinning. She can feel his strength, his power, in every measured movement.\nShe's going to cum again. The feeling, the need, sits heavy in the pit of her stomach, threatening to splinter her into a million shimmering pieces.\nAnd he knows her body so well that when she starts to cum, he cries out in triumph, pistoning into her, thrusting as deep as he can possibly go, and grinding his pelvis against her clit to heighten the pleasure.\n\"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!\"\nShe's chanting, pleading, overwhelmed with sensation, heat and light merging within her in a molten wave that roils and churns before breaking, leaving her clutching and clawing at the man above her.\nHe chuckles darkly, stealing her breath with a kiss, pumping furiously now, crashing after her through her release and bathing her inner walls with his own.\nMuch later and the room is silent. The light is soft and wavering. Her leg is thrown across his stomach. One of his large hands glides idly over her thigh, alternating between heavy petting and the light pressure of his blunt nails dragging along her skin.\nShe tucks her folded hands beneath her cheek and lets her eyes take in his striking profile.\nHer beast is large, rough and beautiful. Auburn hair falls in softly curling waves just below his ears, a contrast to the short coarse hairs covering the lower half of his face. Full lips which have brought her countless hours of pleasure. Broad shoulders and chest tapering down to a slim waist. His arms are thickly muscled. Powerful.\nThey are opposites. She's loud and lighthearted to his quiet and serious. He isn't her type, but she's thankful for whatever blind providence placed him in a bar on the wrong side of the tracks on the exact evening she figured out that tequila was, in fact, her 'angry' drink.\nShe doesn't know much about him, save for the town gossip, but she's never taken stock in any of that. If she had, he wouldn't have occupied her bed, or her body, for the past three months. She knows her way of thinking is, at best, naive and, to hear her cousin tell it, dangerous, but she's always had a soft spot for the strong, silent types.\n\"You topped me,\" she says, her voice drifting softly between them.\nHe turns his head toward her on the pillow. His eyes focus momentarily on her lips. His gaze is intense. Sometimes she swears he can see inside her. Straight through her.\nHe curls his hand beneath her thigh, slides it upward until he's cupping one ample ass cheek.\n\"You threatened me,\" he replies. His voice is deep and gruff, conjuring delicious images of smoky bars and dark whiskey.\n\"I did?\"\nHis hand shifts higher, smoothing over her hip before using it to tug her closer. She's practically sprawled over him. It's an awkward position; she knows how much he enjoys the warm press of her skin.\n\"' Maybe I should just let you go.'\"\nShe blinks at him, then realizes he's repeating her earlier words. She'd been teasing him, playing with him for the sake of the scene, but it suddenly dawns on her that he'd taken her seriously. His anger and frustration weren't fabricated.\nThe thought causes her heart to jump painfully inside her chest. She reaches out to trace the tip of a finger down the line of his nose.\n\"That bothered you?\"\nHe catches her hand and brings her wrist to his lips. His teeth graze the soft flesh, biting down tenderly before soothing the spot with a quick flick of his tongue. The warmth of his mouth sends a corresponding flash to her clit.\nShe calls him her beast not merely because of his size and strength. He is very much animalian in action as well. He marks her in subtle ways. Like this. And, also, more overt ways. The soreness of her cunt is a testament to that fact. Yes, he submits to her, though she often find herself submitting to him.\n\"I didn't mean it,\" she whispers.\nShe's never really thought much beyond what they've shared over the past few months. She was simply happy to find someone who shared a taste for her particular brand of kink. Never considered factoring in emotion or concern. Never considered that he might actually grow to care for her.\n\"With all due respect, *Mistress*,\" he rumbles out. \"No more threats. I'm yours.\"\nShe hides her smile against the ridges of her ribcage, joy and satisfactions swelling inside her.\n\"With all due respect,\" she counters. Drags her nails up his side and watches his muscles flex under the tips of her fingers. \"No more red heads. I'm very protective of what belongs to me.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense pleasure and control in a BDSM scene as a dominant partner blindfolds and restrains their submissive partner. Incorporate sensory play, teasing, nipple play, oral sex, anal stimulation, and multiple orgasms into your story. Use vivid descriptions to depict the sensations experienced by both characters as they navigate the boundaries of pleasure and surrender. Don't forget to include elements of power dynamics, trust, and communication throughout the scene.\n\nTags: BDSM, bondage, blindfolded, sensory play, teasing, nipple play, oral sex, anal stimulation, multiple orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think you're going to love this sweet heart\" he whispered before slipping the blindfold into place. She found herself both nervous and more than a little excited. Her arms tied above her to the rungs on the bedhead and now her vision had been taken, she trusted him but there was still a little flutter in her stomach, knowing she was now helplessly under his control.\nShe took a shallow breath as it started, fingers gently brushing the strands of her hair off of her forehead, trailing above her eyebrow, such a light ethereal touch sent the slightest of shivers across her. Flowing over the blindfold the finger traced wordlessly over her cheek circling round to graze across her upper lip then circling back along the lower. The deep sensuality of the incredibly slow touch was already having an effect, and he had barely started!\nShe felt his fingers trace the line of her jaw up to her ear before trailing down onto her neck, back and forth from ear to ear those gentle fingers trailed across her neck.\n\"Such beauty all in one place\" she heard him whisper quietly as his hands slid lower running across the top of her chest, still crawling back and forth almost shoulder to shoulder.\nAt the top of her breasts, trailing and teasing his hand moved slowly, his fingers began to twist and turn slowly as his hand kept on moving, slipping from side to side circling the top of her breast, slipping slowly to the side grazing as it went before twisting back up and repeating itself again before switching sides.\nAgain and again his hands trailed over and around her, switching from side to side, slipping across all of her flesh leaving echoing imprints of where he had been.\nA finger or two occasionally slipping out from his circling motions to graze the underside of her breasts as his hands moved lower still tracing their way over her beautiful chest.\nShe was breathing deeper, her nipples erect as he teased and cajoled, gliding in and around slipping past and around her hardening nipples. The lightest of grazes here and there in a passing touch was driving her crazy.\nShe let out a gasp as suddenly a second hand joined the first twirling and tracing a pattern of its own. Between her breasts up and around, over and across, down and back round. She couldn't follow the movements fingers, echos and anticipation almost overwhelmed her senses, gliding movements all over her chest.\nShe let out a groan as he changed the game. With fingers still moving, she felt a nipple engulfed, gentle suckling and a swirl of the tongue and gone almost before it came, his lust 'Mmmmm' left in its place.\nShe was lightly panting, almost trembling. Her skin felt like it was sheathed in an electric current dancing across her, inside her, always moving. She could feel the flush in her cheeks knowing a low burn was growing and growing inside her. And every time a finger or his palm grazed a nipple...\n\"My sweet little princess\" she heard him say with a grin in his voice before he stole another groan from her. Lips locking harder this time with a more forceful passion whilst a hand stilled upon her other breast, circling her sensitive nub, rolling around it, flicking across it in time with his flickering tongue.\nGroans as sweet as sugar were echoing from her as her breasts were so sweetly abused, her mind was aflame with sweet wet sensations, but she could still feel his other hand moving, slipping lower down her side teasing and tracing as it went. Rolling back up as it brushed her hip. Gasping aloud as his suckling stopped only to groan again louder as his lips switched to her other nipple, engulfing it with a kiss before slowly sucking harder and a tongue coming to play.\nShe was on fire her, cheeks were aflame. Trembles ran through her as his head moved back and forth, from her breast to her hips his hands trailed wildly, greedily ghosting across her skin, touching and feeling their way all over her leaving trails of fire. Fingers slid under her breast brushing lightly as it passed, whilst another circled the bone of her hip on its way but another circled her bellybutton as it passed no it was brushing the side of her breast, no it was slipping down her side...\nHer panting deepened, she was being driven wild with each tiny touch, everywhere sensation burned her. Low moans and groans escaped her as he fanned the flames. Her sex was on fire she could feel how wet she was getting as he drove her to distraction with his wandering tongue. As he kissed from nipple to nipple her panting got ragged hand never stopping slowly covering her from shoulder to hip, trails and traces criss-crossed her body. She could help but squirm.\n\"Now little princesses...\" He whispered aloud. A brief sensation of movement and his hands slid around her breasts no longer sliding over but kneading and firm. Each nipple trapped between finger and thumb, rolled and twitched. Her body on fire her mind nearly gone its was one slow lick and a flick of his tongue as his mouth brushed her pussy making her scream and cum.\nFire raced through her from her very core, the tongue left a throbbing in its slow wake till a flick at the tip ground right over her clit. A cry for mercy burst forth from her lips as spasms tore through her body igniting it. Her heart was pounding in her chest as nipples were ground between his finger draw her onward. Her eyes closed, but lightning still danced across her vision as her hips heaved upwards of their own accord again and again jolting upwards as sheer euphoria rocked through the very fiber of her.\nThen he licked her again. He spread those exhausted thighs, a leg rising over each shoulder, his arms would slip under and around her raised legs, holding her steady with the freedom to roam. This time when his tongue shot forth, it wasn't aimed at her throbbing heaving pussy. Scorching fires exploded on her thighs as his tongue and teeth worked their teasing magic leaving a fire behind wherever they touched. Inching higher and higher up her thigh, circling inward and outward, teasing with a swipe of the tongue, the brush of a lip or even the firm grazing touch of teeth. Her legs were on the verge of spasms as wildfire sprinkled across them, burrowed down and started to travel inside her, her body already throbbing, eliciting gasps and groans.\nHer breath started to waiver and shake as his hands started to move, his mouth never stopped as it climbed higher and higher but now his fingers were back teasing and trailing across her chest, doubling the voltage raging through her.\nFrom side to side his head moved driving higher and higher up her quivering thighs at a ghastly sedate pace, but slowly he Was inching higher. Her thighs were throbbing and twitching as he reached the end of her leg and with the tip of his tongue he began to trace the crease where her leg and body combine. One of his arms drawing across her waist firmly holding her trembling hips perfectly still in place. A hundred soft diagonal licks flicked slowly up the crease, each a hairs breaths apart as slowly, so slowly he crept up towards her hip.\nAfter an eternity of trembling he reached his goal and with a swirl of his tongue and a soft gentle kiss, his lips left he'd body traveling down across her pussy. His very breath leaving a trembling ache in its wake as she felt him move so succulantly close to her. Starting again on the other side with his diagonal licks he forced her to take a deep staggering draw of breath.\nFlick up to the right, flick up to the left, flick right... Her hands were clenching, held as they were in place, her ragged breath shuddered in and out, her heart was thundering in her chest and there was an uncontrollable tremble wracking her body, breaking through here then there, then there... A gasp torn from her lips as he reached her other hip only this time she felt a nip not a kiss.\n'My sweet little princess...' she heard him mutter as she felt his head breeze across and down her again. Her breathing quickened as she realised where he was headed but her groan quickly turned to one of frustration as his mouth landed just to the right of her lips.\nHe heard the groan and smiled to himself as he started to lap. Widening his tongue in short little licks he traced his way up the outer edge of her lips. Long slow wide continuous licks, tracing up her contours, up one side, then the other, back and forth, teasing the sensitive skin. So close yet so far from what she so desperately wanted.\nHer body was writhing, her hips couldn't stay still wriggling and writhing as much as she could with his arm holding her immobile. Bolt after bolt tore through her body, fired upwards like fireworks exploding and sending out their own, explosion after explosion all contained within her throbbing skin. Lights were flashing in front of her very eyes, every time his tongue landed, every time brush his finger made was making her hotter and wilder, it was almost more then she could take.\nLowering his head hid slid even deeper, his long pointy tongue slipping between her cheeks, tickling its way almost you her rosey little ring then drifting upwards just shy of her dripping hole, back and forth with just a trail of the tip. Widening ever now and again for a heavy broad stroke before slipping back to the tip, dragging forth a whimpering moan. He was in heaven, with the scent and the sound, her quivering soaked pussy right in his view. A single tear formed from her lips and slowly started to drip down her, resisting the urge to taste her sweetness, he again pulled his tongue free and let it slip down her on its own accord.\nMoving closer to her quivering quim he leaned forward and with the tip of his nose started gently running up the very tip of her outer lips, his tongue slipping out to flick a following trail. Once side then the other than back and forth again, bring moans and groans as he held her down tight to stop her from bucking try as she might. Again and again he trailed over her, almost lost in the scent and sounds. Still back and forth he shifted his tongue flicking wider, grazing the outside of her steamy inner lips as his nose continued the gentlest of grinds.\nShe was an inferno. The burning center of the bonfire of her pussy was pulsing, radiating outwards threatening to engulf her. Her gasps for breath not coming close to what she needed but it was so far out of control. Her body was going haywire. Spasms here there and everywhere, yanking at her restrained hands did no good they were held tight, her lower body had a permanent quivering tremor and try as she might she was held firmly still, squeezing her thighs did her do good he simply ignored it. And good god the strobe lights flashing before her covered vision. She could see, she couldn't move, she could't even think, all she could do was try to gasp for breath and feel her body trying to so desperately explode.\nFeeling her body beneath him, rocking and racking he pulled his arm down slipping free of her breasts, tickling and tracing its way down her side he widened his fingers you squeeze her cheek as it passed before sliding under. With a finger and thumb he started to tease her. The tip of his thumb tickling where his tongue had been. His crooked fore and middle finger, working in tandem together, flicking back and forth like a pair of walking legs, tickled and teased round her tight little sphincter, never to close never too far, just close enough to want a ragged cry.\nNever slowing his pace he leaned himself back and spread his tongue as wide as it would go. With the next upward slide he lowered his tongue in, with the briefest of contact to the tips of both her inner lips he started to glide over her, but teasing enough to pull his tongue free as he closed on the hood of her clit. He wasn't cruel though, isolated and alone his tongue shot out wide, up and around, as close as he could get with making her scream. Then repeating it all over again, and again, and again. Feeling the trembling beneath him, his tongue slipped free bringing a cry of utter indignation.\nA twist of the wrist and his walking fingers tickle the very edge of her now dripping hole, coating them self in her juices. Her gasp is short-lived, as soon as they appear they are gone this time wetly tickling her little rosey rim. Taking his tongue to a point he slips it a little deeper in, grazing up the inside of her quivering lip then down the other. Feeling her throbbing as it passes, soaking in all her wetness as it bubbles up to the surface. Now he has to hold her down tight as her hips try to buck harder, her moans taking on a more ragged desperate tone.\n\"My sweet little princess...\" He mutters with a grin before dipping his head back in.\nCircling her rim with a single finger he slowly starts pushing, pressing the very tip in and circling to open her wider, all the while his tongue running round its merry circuit, only now slipping around the edge of her opening, greedily steeling as it goes. She is now panting away quick ragged breaths as he body twitches all over. The finger inside slips a deeper, the whole tip now engulfed, its ceases its circling and almost imperceptibly starts rocking back and forth.\nPulling back once more he quickly views his work, her pussy is swollen, wet and throbbing. Now it's the time. Leaning forward again his nose dips inside her pressing firmly now not a slithering touch, running slowly higher, his tongue dips deeply between her lips before suddenly widening and following upwards. His lower lip bringing up the rear flowing all over and around her. As he reaches the top of her slit, untouched and alone her clit gets his attention, his teeth briefly slip across the top of her hood as his tongue glides over then circles and flicks as his lips lock down around it. Sucking hard as his tongue flick away he has another surprise. With a finger still inside her he shifts his wrist and his thick thumb slides inside her, and then his whole arm starts to vibrate.\nThe cry that erupts from her lips shake the walls of the room, her whole body simply explodes, her soul shattered as every breath inside her left her lungs. Fire erupting from her tortured groin. Molten bubbling heat tearing through every fiber of her being, down her legs, up through her stomach, her sides glossing over her chest as her heart pounds loud enough to deafen. Out along her arms and straight through her core up her neck to her head. She Was pure molten fire. As strong as he was her body was rigid. Her thighs clamped tightly to his head as he drove her further and further into the abyss. Suspend by his shoulders and her tightly bound hands, she hovered above the bed as it coursed through her, on and on. Colours without name or descriptions shot like lightning though here mind as her sightlessness was stripped away with lights brighter than the sun. A minute, an hour, a day or a year, she didn't know she didn't care, unbridled joy tore through every inch of her.\nCollapsing back to earth her body turned to jelly almost bouncing back into the bed, the body was floating, no spinning, she had a brief second of clarity, and one terrible thought.\n'He hasn't stopped yet.' Then the second wave hit her." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"In a luxurious bedroom, filled with the scent of vanilla and the soft glow of candlelight, J awakens to the sound of running water from the next room. As she stretches and recalls the passionate night she shared with Scott, her body shivers with anticipation. She picks up his white shirt, inhaling deeply to immerse herself in his intoxicating scent. The memories flood her mind - dancing together, savoring fine Bordeaux wine, and ultimately succumbing to their desires on his massive bed.\n\nInspired by these vivid recollections, J slips out of her clothes and dons only Scott's shirt. Feeling empowered by his presence surrounding her, she quietly approaches him as he stands naked in the bathroom. Their eyes meet as she unbuttons his shirt seductively, teasingly tracing a path down his chest until her fingers slip beneath his waistband.\n\nWith a nod of assurance from J, they both surrender to their desires. Scott undresses her slowly and tenderly while maintaining an intimate connection through every touch. When they finally lie together on the bed, their bodies entwined in perfect harmony, it becomes clear that this is J's night to take what she needs.\n\nAs their passion intensifies, J straddles Scott's hips and explores every inch of his body with tantalizing caresses. The ache within her grows unbearable as she grinds against him rhythmically. Unable to resist any longer, she impales herself upon him in one slow motion that fills them both completely.\n\nTheir lovemaking transcends words or thoughts; it is pure instinctual pleasure driving each movement. With each thrust and grind of their hips against one another's bodies, waves of orgasmic bliss wash over them both until they reach an explosive climax together.\n\nAfterwards, as they lay breathless on top of each other catching their breaths amidst a hazy cloud of satisfaction and desire fulfilled.\"\n\nTags: erotic romance, sensual, passionate, candlelit seduction, intimate connection, mutual pleasure, slow build-up" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the sound of running water from the next room that woke me. Stretching languorously, I became aware of the small aches and chafes I acquired through the night. A small blush crept up my neck as I heard him move about in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and every now and then I would get a glimpse of him through it as he walked by completely naked.\nSmiling softly, I remembered the night we shared together in this very bed. His bed. It had such a lovely sound to it as I quietly mouthed it. 'His bed.' I felt my body shiver when I said those words.\nQuietly I slip from under the silky sheet to walk towards the partially opened door. I stop to pick up his white shirt. It lay over the arm of the chair where he threw it the night before. Holding it bunched in my hands, I raise the shirt to my face, inhaling deeply. His scent envelops my senses. I picture him in my mind wearing this shirt. The way he looked last night when he opened the door to me and welcomed me into his home.\nI can still see the warm fire burning in the grate of the huge fireplace. Smell the faint aroma of vanilla from the candles burning on the mantel and side table. Hear the sound of slow background music emanating from hidden speakers in the room. Opening my eyes, I slide the soft cotton shirt up my arms, wrapping myself in his aura.\nI listen and hear him humming, recognizing the tune immediately. It transports me back 12 hours and the beginning of our evening together.\nAs I make my way back to his bed, I think about the night we shared. He was the perfect gentleman. In all the time I have known him, he has never appeared flustered or out of place. Never at a loss for words, he is able to put the shyest person at complete ease or instill a sense of wariness and caution to the most aggressive of men. The words ...a man's man...come to mind when you think of him.\nI sit on the edge of the massive bed, turning to look at the mussed sheets and scattered pillows and I can't help but smile. I touch the small pink whisker burn on my breast and remember how his mouth looked when he nuzzled me there. Pushing back onto the bed, I allow myself the luxury of laying amid the rumpled sheets and pillows, listening to his movements in the other room. Hugging myself, pulling his shirt tighter around me I remember our night together. Closing my eyes, I let the memories of the night we shared surround me.\nHe opened the bottle of fine Bordeaux with ease and experience. The fine art of pouring was ingrained and he did it with a finesse and sense of style. The wine tasted like a drop of heaven mixed with fine tart berries, hints of lavender and the essence of arousal and desire. He kissed me after that first sip. The lingering flavour of Bordeaux combined with his taste was a heady mix. The slight lick on my bottom lip as he withdrew his mouth added to the slow burn that was beginning inside me.\nHe stepped back with that little sexy smile on his lips that he does so well. The small wink he added pushed me over the edge. I had to laugh. I had to release some of the happiness and tension that was churning inside me. He knew it was there, waiting just under the surface to erupt. I suddenly felt so relaxed, so at ease. Imagine! One small kiss, one small smile and one little wink were enough.\nHe took my hand and led me the small open space in the living area. I walked into his arms easily when he turned towards me. It felt so natural to have his arm around me, holding me close to his body. His other hand held mine tight to his chest as he began the slow steps to the ballad playing. His hand slipped gently down my back to press me into him. We fit so nice together.\nSwaying slow together we danced. My cheek resting against his chest and his head bent slightly to rest his jaw against my temple.....we became attuned to each other. When the song ended he stepped back. I could hear him inhale deeply as he turned his back to me, and adjusted the screen in front of the fire. He walked over to each candle and blew each one out. He stepped back to me with the unasked question in his eyes.\nWith a slight nod I smiled at him. He picked up my wine glass and his and handed them both to me to hold. Picking up the wine bottle, and with his hand on the small of my back he led me to his bedroom. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins on that short walk down the hall. I could hear the rush of my blood and yet every little noise, every small breath seemed so loud also. It's amazing how the senses become so acute when your body is alive, awake and aware.\nSetting down the bottle, he comes over to take the glasses from my trembling fingers. He begins to light the four candles in the darkened room as I walk slowly around the room. I peek into the bath and smile as I see the huge Jacuzzi tub and large walk in shower. Turning back to watch him in the candlelight, I admire his tall frame. His hair is dark and slightly on the long side. His hands are large and very capable.\nHe is wearing the shirt I like tonight. Soft white cotton, long sleeved, with small pearl buttons. It fits him so well. It molds to his body in all the right spots. Walking softly over to him, standing quietly as he sets down the lighter. Reaching up I carefully unbutton the top one. He watches me without saying a word. When I loosen the second one, he stops me with the touch of his hand on mine.\n\"Are you sure you want this J?\" He asked. 'Because if we do this, there is no going back'\nLooking up at him I smile and whisper, \"This is where I want to be.\"\nHe releases my hand and lets me continue touching him. I work each button loose, taking my time, letting my eyes drink him in. He allows me to set the pace. He knows inside that I need to be the one guiding us right now. My fingers holding onto his shirt just over his belt, I pull it free from his waistband. He sucks in his tummy to help me release the shirttails.\nConcentrating now, I finish with all the buttons. My eyes never leaving him, I release the buttons on each cuff. Reaching up, I gently touch him under that hollow at the base of his throat. Watching his eyes, I drag my finger down over his skin, down between his pecs, to his tummy and down around his belly bo. The edges of his shirt brush against the back of my hand as I touch him.\nI watch his eyes darken and I can see in them how much he desires me. It emboldens me to touch him more. Working slowly, with great concentration I work on his belt buckle. Pulling it apart I let the ends hang loose. The button at the waist is soon slipped opened and I can feel the strength inside him as he fights his desire to quickly open them for me. He lets me take my time and it empowers me.\nThe sound of the zipper being slipped down half way is loud in my ears. I can see his tummy muscles clench as I pull on the metal tab. I step back away from him now. I catch his eyes with mine and hold them. I begin to remove my clothing for him. I take my time undressing for him. The silken blouse with its five buttons is first. I slip each button and watch his eyes as each inch of my flesh is exposed for his pleasure. I let it fall from my shoulders with a shrug, and leave it where it lands on the floor. My skirt is next. One long zipper at the side and it too joins the blouse on the floor. Standing before him in my heels, panties and bra, I can see the pleasure in his eyes.\nI reach for his hand and pull him with me to the bed. I sit on the edge and pull him toward me. I press my hands, fingers spread on his chest and study how wonderful they look on his skin. I pull them down his skin to his tummy and let my fingers dig into his skin slightly. The small body hairs tickle at my palms. With my eyes I follow the hairline that arrows downward. My right hand slides down to slip gently into the front of his jeans, just resting inside the small opened vee. My fingers clenched and unclenched to dig and release just above the straining hardness. I hear him suck in his breath and he presses my hand tight into his groin.\nI know he wants me to finish unzipping him and to release his cock from its confines. I wait until he removes his hand, then slide my fingers down into his jeans. My hand enclosed around his hard straining cock, barely touching him and begin to stroke slowly up and down. With each stroke, his zipper slips down further and further till it's completely opened. I push his jeans down with my free hand, and he steps out of them for me. My hand never stopping its slow, barely there stroking.\nI bend my neck and begin to lave the head with my tongue. Gently at first. Teasingly. Light curling licks round and round the head. My hand strokes the length of him so gently. My left hand slipped under his balls to tease and caress. I feel him lean back slightly, so he can watch me pleasure him with my mouth. His hand brushing back my hair, tucking it behind my ear so he can see what Im doing to him. He leaves his hand at the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair, gripping it gently. He presses just a little bit on the back of my head and I slip his hardness deeper into my mouth. My tongue caressed him, wetting his shaft with my mouth. I can taste him now. He is leaking onto my tongue, coating it with his slick. Pressing down I let him slide deeper into my mouth. As he presses himself forward. The head slipping on my tongue, I begin to fondle and tease his balls with both my hands. Fondling them, rolling them in my fingers, feeling how swollen and full they are. My mouth is sliding up and down his thick long shaft, sucking hard with each pull back. Listening to him breathing quickly, the encouraging murmurs he is giving me, I know he is getting close to coming. He holds me with both hands at the back of my head, and presses deep and holds himself there. The warm saltiness is a direct contrast to the sweetness of his pre-cum. I swallow once, twice, a third time. He is groaning deep in his throat and trying to breathe at the same time. He holds me to him as he catches his breath.\nMy mouth and tongue savoured him. Caressing him softly.\nPulling back with a small smile, he lifts me up to him. He kisses me gently, softly, mouthing my lips with his. Sitting back on the bed on my knees, I help him remove his shirt. He turns and tosses it onto the arm of the chair behind him. His fingers brushing slow over my shoulders and down my back. They find their way to the top of my butt cheeks and slip inside. As he kisses my shoulder softly licking a warm, tantalizing path up my neck I feel him push my panties down my thighs. He lays me down onto the bed and removes my panties completely. His hands begin stroking slow from my knees to my ankles removing my shoes deftly. He looks at me and I feel my inside start to melt. He never stops touching me. His hands were consistently soothing and exciting at the same time. Small gentle touches across my tummy, down my thigh, over my calf. It's like he's trying to memorize my body through touch. He moves to l up beside me without stopping the easy caresses. I scoot in closer to feel our skin touching each other from shoulder to shin. He slips an arm under my shoulder and pulls me to lie on top of him. It makes me smile to think of that. Such a smooth unhurried move made without any effort at all.\nHe whispers ... ..\"you fit nice there, a perfect spot for you. Take what you need J ...tonight is your night\"\nI'm sure he could feel the shiver that raced through my skin at his words. Pushing back to a sitting position, I straddle his hips. I allow myself the time and the pleasure of exploring his body. My fingers began touching, caressing every little mark or scar. Rubbing slowly around his nipples with my fingertips, watching him close his eyes and arch slightly under my touch. I can feel him growing underneath me. My touch was arousing him again.\nI reach up and undo the clasp on my bra, tossing it aside. I stroke two fingers on each hand across my breasts. I feel how aroused they are, the small pink nipples aching with desire. My hips are grinding slow over his hardness trying to ease the ache that is in my core. I can feel myself begin to slide over his long length as I rock back and forth. I am stroking myself on him and I feel my arousal wetting him. Fingers clenching into his chest muscles, I let myself lean forward to lift my hips to tease myself on his cock.\nThe tension and burn of arousal was high and almost painful. I know I need to let myself release. I ache to feel the burst of orgasm consume me, but I don't want this delicious edgy tension inside me to end either. Stopping with long moan in my throat, I feel my labia wrapped around his cock. There is a throbbing in my deepest core and I know I'm close to exploding on him.\nI look down at his face. He is watching me with half closed eyes. I feel myself quivering inside, my insides melting further. Without taking my eyes from his, I lift up my hips. I watch his face as I nudge his cock to my pussy and feel him slip inside. One long, slow, and deep slide to my very core. My breath is taken from my body in that one slow filling.\nThe air in the room is stolen and replaced with a hazy thick curtain of need.\nEyes closed, I begin to move on him. No sound, no voice, no thought. Only the slow hips grind into him. Selfishly I took from him. I could only feel my ache, my tightly coiled arousal inside me. Arching back, my hand reaching up to squeeze my breast, I felt it. That first delicious wave of orgasm. That first hit of pleasure.\nIt washed over me so easily, so lazily, so fully that I wasn't prepared for the strength of it. Spreading up my core and through my senses. Finally catching my breath with a deep gasp I hear him and feel him. His hands gripped my hips tightly, with fingers digging deep into my skin. His hips arched under me with the flood of heat inside me. He fascinates me in his orgasm and the pleasure radiates through me again as I watch him come inside me. He pulls me down to lay on his chest as it heaves to regain its equilibrium. My breathing matches his....\nI hear the shower turn off and realize I have slipped into the best kind of daydream possible. Pulling his shirt tighter around me, I rub the soft cloth into my skin as I watch him walk toward me with that sexy smile." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense connection and forbidden desires between two individuals as they embark on a secret, illicit liaison. Incorporate elements of longing, guilt, and hopelessness into a passionate encounter that takes place in a luxurious hotel room. Use sensory details to describe their nakedness and the invisible connection between them. Include moments of vulnerability as they explore each other's bodies with tenderness and desire. Craft an erotic scene that highlights their mutual adoration and pleasure, incorporating elements such as breast play, oral sex, fingering, anal stimulation, deep kissing, and intense orgasms. Suggest tags such as \"forbidden love,\" \"secret affair,\" \"luxury hotel,\" \"intense passion,\" \"sensual exploration,\" and \"mutual adoration.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They lay next to each other, their nakedness creating an invisible connection between them. A longing for each other; a force pulling them together but at the same time holding them apart. Polar magnetism, a personal feeling of desire but also reticence . They shared common thoughts; guilt, lust, selfishness, desire, hopelessness. She had been longing for his touch for months. He could still smell her everywhere he went. Every day, every minute, every waking moment, every dream. Permeating their everyday life.\nIt was some time since they first met. They had both adhered to their agreement. A first meeting. Exploring. Both needing to feel something new. A different person. Nothing more that time. Feeling the touch of another person; the feeling being touched. An intimate exchange with no guilt. They had parted, maybe a one-off time together. However a common feeling between them - the desire for more, for each other, a secret illicit liaison. This time was different, but the same terms - leave if you, or we, want. No expectations, no guilt. This time was different. Their desire to be together was heightened, their lust for each other encompassing their every feeling. This time was different.\nA hotel, again. Their hotel. The same room, room 516. They couldn't turn this into some sordid affair with a cheap overnight deal in a chain. They wanted better, they deserved better, a little bit of luxury, something away from their everyday lives. They both worked hard. Their families came first, but they deserved this time together. A release. A mutual understanding that made them feel awake, enlivened, renewed.\nShe had asked for darkness, they agreed on a soft light. He wanted to see her, she wanted to be invisible. They dispensed with the heavy covers, a light sheet was all they needed. Just enough to hold their heat, a cover to be used for their modesty. They had undressed quickly, not hurriedly but nervously. She wasn't confident in her nakedness. He was neither, stripping down to his underwear before climbing under the covers and removing them.\nHe leaned across, their buodies touching for the first time. He felt her warmness, her softness. Her smell sending chemical signals through his nerves to his mind. His excitement rising. Her sweet smell, not of her perfume but of her; her sweat, her skin, the scent of her inviting her in. He pulled her in close; he wanted her to feel his warmth, all enveloping.\nAn intense feeling between them. Their skin close and sticky. An electricity flowing across each nerve, an overwhelming desire. How close could they pull each other together? She passed her face across his head, brushing down his ear and into his neck. Deep breaths, taking him in. Her hands over his shoulders, his chest, around his waist. Anywhere, she just needed to feel him. Close. Warm. Next to her. His hands on her bottom. His excitement rising. They kissed.\nHe moved apart slightly, his hands signalling for her to lie flat. He wanted to love her body; show her what he thought. He passed her hands across her breasts 'Lie back please, enjoy' - unspoken. He pulled the bedcovers down, she instinctively pulled them back up. A half-way agreement was reached. Her breasts exposed, her tummy and hips covered. He caressed her breasts, leaning in to kiss her nipples. Her mouth. Her head pressed back but then leaning forward to accept him. Her nipples again, stiffening in response.\nShe felt his tongue, circling around, feeling his wetness as he sucked softly on her breasts. She breathed in, pushing herself up into his mouth, squeezing her breasts together with her hands, looking down at him thinking about when she was young and didn't need to use her hands to press them firm. He placed his hands down on her waist. The softness, the folds of her belly laid flat, the curves of the top of her hips irresistible to his touch, sliding the bedcovers down slowly.\nShe could feel his gentleness as he felt down her body, across her belly, so sensitive to touch, across to her hips and down the outside of her thighs. He made her feel sexy. His hands felt considerate. She wanted to feel wanted, desired and he was making her feel that way. He firmed his touch as he moved back up to her breasts, gently squeezing her flesh, pushing in with his thumb. He loved the feeling of a woman. The baby softness, the warmth, silky smooth. He loved the way this woman responded to each of his movements. A nervousness but yet an abandonment, fulfilling a desire, the need to feel wanted. He was attentive to her, showing that he cared, that he understood. Taking things slowly. He raised himself up, sitting back on his knees, looking down upon her. His hands across her breasts, he brushed her hair back off her neck.\nHe could feel the heat rising as he leaned in, kissing her breasts again, close into her, rising upwards, hesitating at her ear, his fingers gently caressing her face, feeling her lips, her cheek. He could smell her perfume, mixing in with the musk scents from himself, the sweet sweat as his passion and excitement rose. He smelt through her hair, brushing against her; a noise of pleasure in response to being so intimately explored.\nShe pushed herself upwards as his hands returned to her breasts, his tongue tracking down to her nipples, coating them in his saliva. He rose up, thumb and fingers on each, wet through his kisses. He leaned forward, rubbing his cock gently across her right nipple, pressing it in gently with his fingers, feeling the slipperiness against him. His left hand dropped slowly across her belly, softly, squeezing her flesh gently, his cock twitching upwards in a response to desire. A signal to her. She leaned forward taking him in her mouth, twisting round to hold him in her hands. His back arched as he raised upright, his hips pressing forward, her mouth enveloping him.\nShe pulled him in tightly, but he knew he couldn't last long. It was too soon, he pulled back, his mind fighting against his bodies desire to let her continue. He smiled down, shaking his head in silence asking her to stop,.\nHe lowered himself, his face on her belly, tongue and lips devouring her, taking in her softness, his fingers exploring around her waist and under to her back, pinching her flesh gently. His hands now around her hips, feeling the sexuality of a woman in her prime, not the tightness of youth, but of experience and motherhood. She felt his touch, sensitive and loving. She could sense his adulation of her body, but with a rising confusion as to how he could find her attractive in this way. Her shyness diminished as she began to lose inhibitions to him, realising that he was an honest man, himself lost in his arousal of being with her.\nHe moved around, his body next to hers, facing down, his head lowered close to her waist. His tongue pressed down across her pubic area, scratching against the short hairs and down into the softer ones, circling around. She pulled her left leg up, bending her knee, opening her hips to him. He pushed further down, his tongue exploring around, his fingers parting her. She squirmed in pleasure as he licked in deeply for the first time. He could taste her, initial saltiness quickly giving way to sweetness. She lay her hands on his head, brushing the short hairs at the top of his neck, caressing.\nHe pressed in, her hips rising to meet his touches. He moved up to her clitoris, her skin gently pulled to each side, exposing it to him. He moved his body around, hands still stretching across her belly, his head now between her thighs, facing towards her.\nShe lay flat, pressing her head forward to watch him. Their eyes met, a quick glance between them before he lowered his lips onto her.\nHe pressed his mouth against her pussy, enveloping it, his tongue exploring deep. She moved her hips around in response, building up a rhythm. His hands on her thighs, his fingers compressing into her soft flesh, smooth as silk, holding tightly onto her broad hips, raising them up bring her pussy close in to his mouth. Her thighs squeezing around his head as he settled into a deep kiss, his tongue doing the necessary work of elevating her senses. She reached down to grab his hand, lifting it to settle on her breast, connecting her nerves together across her body, the sensations rising.\nHer inner muscles began to tighten, the tingling starting where he was kissing, growing outwards, an internal warmth spreading. Slowly but forcibly, their rhythm working together. His hand explored beneath her, lifting her bottom upwards, his other hand caressing her breast, head pressing in hard. The warmth of her soft skin of her bottom comforting to his touch.\nHe brought his hand around to between her thighs,pushing upwards, a finger inserted into her to join his tongue, giving a short respite from his effort but continuing their rhythm together. His finger now wet, he placed it down into her bottom, gently pressing inwards. She gave a moan of pleasure as she felt him touch her most sensitive part, the tingling in her body immediately expanding quickly, followed by the warm firmness and tightening within. He continued with his tongue feeling her getting closer. His hand still caressing around her breasts, around her nipples, under the folds below, brushing against the softness to the side, reaching up to her mouth using her saliva to lubricate his fingers.\nHe felt her hips tighten, her thighs closing in around his head. Her legs extended, the feeling inside spreading downwards through her knees, weak but strong at the same time. Her breasts heaved as the blood flowed upwards, firming now to his touch and the developing sensation within her. He pressed his finger in harder, a final moment before the first wave of her orgasm hit. The sudden release rushed across her body, she pulled her arms down, grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging deeply.\nHe felt her legs compress him inwards, her inner muscles pushing him away whilst holding him in tightly, her feelings fighting against each other. She buckled, twisting around, bringing her legs up bet at her knees. He rubbed his hands across the folds of her flesh which had formed across her belly, around to her bottom, pulling her into tighter against his mouth. She pushed him back as wave after wave of her orgasm passed.\nShe held him close until the tension passed and she relaxed back. He released his head from her grip, pulling himself upwards, studying her face. He moved up slowly between her legs, parting them with his hips, entering her, gently but firmly. Her body jerked as he pressed deep into her, a smouldering wave passing upwards.\nHe lay down on top, feeling her softness compress beneath him, his face burrowing into her neck. His hips moved in rhythm which she tried to match, mostly unsuccessfully through lack of familiarity. He pushed himself up on his hands, rising above her, adjusting his position to thrust deeper, sensing the tension rise in his loins.\n\"Sorry, Ali,\" he said, \"I really won't last long.\"\n\"It's fine, go for it.\" she replied looking up him and wrapping her legs around him.\nHe moved his hands to feel the softness of her tummy, the folds at her waist, her bottom now raised up tightly against his hips. She smiled up, she could feel him deep inside, sensations returning within.\nHe could feel the tingling rising within his balls as he pushed into her, trying to slow things down. Long strokes, hoping the she would cum again, but with the sensations and his state of arousal this would likely be in vain. She encouraged him more, an expectant look in her eyes as she gazed deep, studying his face, looking for the tell tale signs that he was getting closer. He moved faster, feeling himself press hard against her thighs, pushing himself up with his arms, the pressure about to release.\nOne more push inwards and he felt his muscles contract; his legs, his inner thighs, the rush of blood to his head as he emptied himself into her. She felt herself fill up with his warm cum, pulling him in tightly with her legs, searching for another orgasm herself, knowing that this time it was his turn. She settled for the contented feeling that she had him inside of her, his face expressing his enjoyment of being close to her.\nHe collapsed down on top of her, his exertions exhausting him momentarily. He lay still, recovering, pressing his face into the side of her head.\nHis breathing slowed, he turned to kiss her, deeply, passionately." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: In this erotic smut story, Andy's wife Christina surprises him on Christmas morning with two petite and delectable girls named Yule and Toy. Yule, a blonde beauty with a Norwegian accent, and Toy, an Asian cutie, have been hired by Christina to keep Andy company for the night. The three indulge in a wild night of passion, with Yule riding Andy's thick cock while Toy receives oral pleasure from him. They explore various positions and engage in dirty talk as they fulfill each other's desires. Write a steamy scene where Yule suggests using their favorite strap-on on Andy, but Toy insists that they enjoy the real thing instead. Include elements of dominance and submission as well as explicit descriptions of oral sex and intense fucking. Don't forget to highlight the strong connection between the characters and their insatiable appetites for pleasure.\n\nTags: threesome, surprise gift, role play, dominant/submissive dynamics, strap-on play, dirty talk, oral sex" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This _sucks_!\" Christina groused as her mother adjusted the fake beard and whiskers. She had on extra padding, not that she needed as much this year, at 6 months pregnant.\nJacqueline sighed -- she loved her daughter dearly, but Santa's granddaughter didn't _always_ share his jolly temperament.\n\"Why can't Daddy or Noel do it?\" she sulked as her husband walked into the room, carrying two glasses of punch -- Rum Punch for him, non-alcoholic for Chris.\n\"Because your father has to stay here and mind the store while your grandfather is out with the flu -- first time in so many years -- and Noel has _his_ new baby and wife to look out for. Besides, you've got the natural padding!\" Jacqueline teased her daughter, who pouted.\n\"I've still got the sexiest wife in the world under all that!\" Andy toasted his bride, as he saw her smile.\n\"Aww -- is it any wonder I love him so?\" Chris sniffed, getting sentimental. They'd been married a little over a year, she'd been his best Christmas present _ever_. True, getting used to being married to the granddaughter of the _real life_ Santa Claus had been an adjustment, but ever since she whooshed down his chimney 3 Christmases back, his life had been a series of wonders. The 48-year old man had thought his life over then, now he knew it had merely begun. Christmas at the North Pole -- who'da thunk?\nShe had appeared that night, a vision in red -- then black teddy underneath, all the sex appeal of a centerfold come to life. They'd found each other, she without her boyfriend, Andy, without love in his life -- and once they consummated their passion, they were rarely apart. Andy took one look in her eyes -- unique in all the world -- and he knew whatever she wanted, wherever she was, he wanted to be. Christina had found the one man who would fit into her world and she was determined to keep him.\nShe moved in with him and never _could_ quite satisfactorily explain how she \"commuted\", but he didn't care. Andy was happy and it showed in every facet of his work, including his art.\nSome of his friends teased him about his sexy, blonde \"younger woman\" - little did they know, Chris was far older than she looked. Time for her, and him as well now, moved at a different pace. She was a Christmas miracle wrapped up in a sexy, naughty little package. The sex was otherwordly too, she seemed inexhaustible, like a nymphomaniac -- but he rarely tired in her presence, she rejuvenated him in body as well as spirit.\nWhen Christina let loose though, she was far from the \"nice girl\" one would expect. In bed, she was a wildcat, the best whore in the world couldn't handle his cock the way she could. She gave head like it was a joy, she took his cock and whimpered for more, she was generous and the best, hottest, _sluttiest_ piece of ass he'd ever known. She had access to the best lingerie and the naughtiest sex toys and _man_ , did she ever take advantage of that!\nWhen he proposed eighteen months ago, she'd looked at him quizzically. \"Why?\" she asked. \"I don't need marriage, I'm not going anywhere and I ...\"\nHe kissed her and smiled. \"Despite all the odd and wonderful things that have happened since we met, I am somewhat old-fashioned. I want you to know that you have my heart now -- and forever. I don't want to own you, I want to _be_ a part of you and share in your world? Sound corny?\"\nShe smiled, that brilliant, winter-white smile of hers. \"No -- sounds perfect and yes, I'll marry you.\"\nShe took _him_ to bed that night, making it one of the best fucks either of them had ever known. Her \"OhOhOhs\" were so loud, he thought they might hear her in the North Pole, she rode him until he was over the moon and back again. She twisted and writhed and his cock throbbed deep within her, blasting into her sucking lips until he thought he could cum no more.\nHe was wrong.\nThey fucked nearly 5 times that evening, once, in a truly kinky moment, she wrapped her long legs around his neck, he braced himself against the wall and she sucked him off while hanging upside down. It never seemed perverse to Andy, whatever he and Christina did, it was done with love and respect.\nTheir engagement party was about as far from traditional as one could get. The term to describe it? Bacchanal came to mind. Or orgy.\nHer friends were much like Christina herself -- warm, engaging, bubbly = and highly sexed. Because of her \"job\", she had friends from all over the Globe and Andy got to experience the full gamut of sexual fun -- Danes, Fins, Swedes, Asians, Africans, Italians -- and all of them could _fuck_. No one was better than his Chris, although a cute little blonde named Mia was a wild little fuck. Later on that evening, he saw Chris and Mia in a hot _sixty-nine_ and could see that she obviously knew her way around his fiance's body.\nSome of his friends were invited and he was happy to see them paired off with some of the hottest women he'd ever seen, wanton, passionate and totally uninhibited. He saw one of his friend's, Roger -- known as \"Rog\" - screwing a wild blonde named Maggie he later learned was Mia's mother. She was a little taller than her daughter, a bit more mature, but moved with a supple grace and seemed to be giving the 25-year old bachelor a run for his money. He was fucking her up the ass and she was loving it, her face buried in the sweet muff of her dearest friend, Katie. Dark-haired Rog and silky-blonde Maggie looked very hot together, later on, he saw the swarthy stud fucking Mia as well, her mother looking on and applauding their actions. Somewhere else in the room, he could hear his co-worker and friend Rachel having the time of _her_ life too. Chris brought joy to not only _his_ world, but to all those around her. How could he not fall in love with her? He was almost afraid to ask her to be his bride, but after he had and she'd accepted, she hugged him close and said quietly in his ear \"It's about _time_!\"\nThat was that. Christina had a long talk with her family, who hugged him close, welcomed him by getting him soused on Schnapp's -- and then insisted the two pick out a new home there to live in. Andy's bachelorhood had come to an end and he couldn't have been happier. Only a few days before their engagement, he'd given her a special gift -- the little massage therapist, Holly, with whom Christina had formed a special bond. When Christina told Holly who she _really_ was, Holly thought she was a bit nuts -- but Christina's wild party on Valentine's Day had quelled those thoughts for good.\nThis year, Holly was going to spend New Year's with them and she promised a New Year's delight or two. As the girls had become _very_ close, Andy wondered just what the sassy redhead had in mind.\n\"I\"m ready to go!\" Christina sighed, her statement bringing Andy's mind back to present-day. He laughed inwardly at the unintentional pun. \"Present Day\" - heh.\n\"I don't like that we're not together for our first Christmas as husband and wife!\" Andy sighed as his wife moved the false whiskers aside and kissed him.\n\"Me either, but I'll be home by mid-morning. Meanwhile, I've left you a little present in our cottage that should ensure you a good night. Don't open it until I've gone, okay?\"\nAndy agreed and walked back to their tiny home, the fresh snow crunching under his boots. Despite being a city boy at heart, he would have followed Christina to the ends of the earth -- which he kind-of _had_.\nHe entered their tiny home, which smelled of Mulled Cider that his mother-in- law had lovingly prepared for him. He sat down and had a drink when he noticed the hard-to-miss package in the corner. It stood about 4 feet high and 6 feet wide and ... okay, did this thing just _move_?\nAndy walked tentatively towards the box and heard something. There was a big card on the box and all it said was \"Unwrap and Enjoy, all my love, Chris.\"\nAndy pulled the big green bow on the red box and stood back as smoke and sparkles filled the room, he was sure he also heard the tinkling of bells. When he stepped by, a very nice Christmas surprise stood in the corner.\nIn a see-through Red Teddy was a petite blonde, no more than about 5'2\". Beside her, in a pale Green Teddy, stood an equally petite Asian girl. Both wore stilettos and both were -- in one word -- delectable.\n\"Hi. I'm Julia -- but you can call me `Yule'\" the girl said in a faint Norwegian accent. She walked towards Andy, standing on tip-toe and hugged him, pressing a petite-yet-firm body against his and rubbing ever-so-slightly.\nThe Asian girl made her way over to Andy and hugged him from the other side. \"I'm Toy - _your_ Toy for tonight, and I'd love to be played with!\" she cooed.\nYule and Toy moved away from Andy, who was momentarily confused. The girls stood, side-by-side, and kissed.\n\"Chris hired us to keep you company tonight -- sometimes we help the Elves relieve tension, but she thought _you'd_ need us more, so ... \" Yule said.\n\"Chris is so cool ... she knows we like to work together!\" Toy chimed in.\n\"We're roommates!\" Yule spoke again.\n\" _And_ lovers!\" Toy sing-songed. She kissed the sweet blonde again and their bodies wrapped around one another.\n\"Chris was our roommate once too, wasn't she baby?\" Toy purred to the blonde who was nibbling on her ear.\n\"Mmm-hmm, a while back -- she used to give us the _hottest_ Christmas stockings!\" Yule sighed as Toy's fingers played with her pussy through the teddy.\n\"Yeah, silk with garters and heels to match!\" Toy giggled as the pair continued putting on a show for Christina's bemused spouse.\n\"So -- when Chrissie called and asked us to keep you _company_ ... \" Yule said in a husky voice.\n\"... _how_ could we refuse? So what do you say Andy, can we keep you company?\"\nAndy nodded. Knowing his wife well, he doubted she intended for them to drink Cider and watch \" _It's A Wonderful Life_ \" together, but he offered one to both girls, who eagerly accepted.\n\"Thanks!\" Toy said as she sipped her cider. \"Fucking is thirsty work!\"\nA few years ago, Andy would have choked on his drink, but living with Chris had made him unflappable. He nodded and said \"Well, no one's started fucking yet, have they?\"\nYule stood up and plunked herself in Toy's tiny lap, her tongue mingling sinuously with her lover's, gentle hands cupping one of Toy's golden, sweet tits. Andy felt an immediate arousal, the women were delectable and he knew they'd give him anything but a \"Silent Night\".\n\"Did you bring our favorite strap-on baby?\" Yule teased as she smooched and cuddled her Asian cutie. Toy's face scrunched up.\n\"Why should we use a strap-on when we can have the real thing? We _can_ have the real thing, can't we Andy?\" Toy cooed sweetly.\n\"Oh, I think so Toy -- I like to play with toys at Christmas!\" Andy bounced back as the girls got up and moved towards him. \"Am I going to find out who's been naughty and nice?\"\n\"We're _both_ naughty!\" Toy purred.\n\"And that's _very_ nice!\" Yule smiled as the girls moved in close and undressed him with a precise skill. Shirt, belt and pants went in short order, his cock was already surging out of his boxers and his libido was rising -- he was aching to fuck these miniature beauties. Luckily, that thought seemed to be swirling about in their minds and they yanked him into the nearby bedroom. They used the dimmer switch to light the room and scampered to the bed, meeting in the middle. Toy undressed her lover until only Yule's pussy was covered, she teased and fingered the tiny, tight blonde cunt until Yule was yelping in pleasure. Andy declined to be an inactive participant -- he moved in behind Toy and helped her wriggle out of her Teddy and began eating her out from behind. She had a sweet, pungent taste and he enjoyed that, the tiny beauty was really getting into getting her girlfriend off too.\n\"Hey, weren't we promised some cock?\" Yule protested as Toy continued eating Christmas pie. Toy turned around and smiled at Andy.\n\"Yule isn't known for her patience studly, better get that dick and fuck the shit out of her hot little cunt, okay?\" Toy grinned, feeling free to be lewd and uninhibited with their new friend.\nYule moved on top of Andy who reclined on the bed and she rose up, towering over Andy's thick rod, and lowered her tiny frame over his dick. Toy gripped it and let her babygirl slide down, down, down until she was packed full of Andy's manhood. Once she saw that Yule was being taken care of, she moved on top of Andy's licking mouth and let him pay dutiful homage to her own golden body and pussy.\n\"He's got a great fuckin' cock!\" Yule hissed as she bounced her sweet little ass on Andy's rod. \"It's packing me full Toy sweetie, I can't wait for you to feel it in you!\"\n\"Soon baby, you just enjoy that dick, his tongue's magnificent too!\" Toy sighed as Andy put his best efforts into slurping Toy's well-groomed poon. Neither was as naturally fucky as his Chris, but they sure were enthusiastic little fuckers.\nYule's body rippled and shimmied and she came -- but Andy didn't, he seemed to be able to hold himself back. Toy and Yule moved around, shared a kiss and now Toy was feeling Andy balls-deep in her cunt.\n\"Like his dick, don't you, you fucking Asian slut?\" Yule growled at her roommate / lover. Yule knew that Toy relished being nasty, despite her strict upbringing, she grooved on being a \"bad girl\".\n\"He's a great fucker, gotta cool hard thick dick!\" Toy moaned as she took all of his dick and yearned for more. Yule was riding Andy's face differently, her body was away from his and she leaned into Toy and the girls kissed and fondled each other in tandem with fucking Andy.\n\"Can you keep going for a while, hunk?\" Yule sighed as she and Toy felt their bodies awash with pleasure. It was early in the evening and neither was in a hurry -- their double-dildo could wait, a real dick _was_ so much nicer.\n\"I'll do my best ladies, what do you have in mind?\" Andy steeled himself.\n\"I want to eat my baby's pussy while you're fucking her, okay?\" Yule beamed. Toy had no objections to that, _no one_ ate her pussy as well as her roomie, even Christina had been a close second. It was their sexual synchronicity that made them such a good pair and popular with all their clients.\nThe girls, petite and alluring, moved into a sexy position and Andy moved in behind Toy, her body was aglow with a light from heated sex. He eased in at first, but Toy yelped for him to \" _shove it in, you fucking bastard_!\" and he did as she ordered.\nToy loved it nasty, she loved it raunchy and Yule and Andy were more than happy to provide. Andy growled out \" _I'm balls-deep in your fuckin' cunt bitch, love it, don't you_?\" as he fucked her nearly into oblivion.\nThis was a woman -- no, they were _both_ women -- who lived for sex, who were only happy when they were fucking. Andy sensed that intuitively and he looked on as Yule's sexy tongue slithered in and out of Toy's horny pussy. He could see the look of bliss on the girl's beautiful face as she turned and looked at him with dark, lust-filled eyes.\nToy writhed in pleasure, but she was one of the most giving lovers around -- so she moved from Andy's dick and spoke to him again.\n\"I want you to let my sweetie ride you lover, with her body facing away and then I can eat her while she's fucking you, okay?\" Andy nodded, Yule seemed almost lost in fuck-lust. Toy had to guide the pretty blonde back on top of Andy, who miraculously, wasn't exhausted, just happy to be satisfying these eager nymphs.\nYule's taut form moved with a totally different style than her lover -- she seemed to like it gentle, cool and sweet, her eyes were closed as Toy licked the joining of pussy and cock. Toy slowed her own pace to match the fucking pair, she took it slow, she didn't rush, she just licked and stroked, her hands playing all over the recesses of both their bodies.\nAndy couldn't take anymore and he let himself go, freeing himself in an orgasm that let the girls know All was most definitely _not_ calm. He blasted a huge load of cum into Yule's tight pussy, but it didn't stay there very long. Toy moved in again and began eating Yule's pussy clean of Andy's Christmas pudding, being a very noisy eater indeed. Andy just sat back and watched, waiting to regain his strength. After the girls had played for a while, they gave him a Christmas goose and started all over again, until all had enjoyed a piece on Earth.\nThe girls cleaned themselves up and said goodnight after another glass of cider and Andy drifted off, dreaming of Sugarplums and other things dancing in his head -- mostly wearing heels and G-strings. He awoke around dawn to find Christina snuggled close, smelling fresh and making his heart sing. He snuggled her close and her eyes opened.\n\"Merry Christmas.\"\n\"It is _now_. I missed you last night.\"\n\"Oh, really? You didn't enjoy the Tidings of Cumfort and joy?\" Christina giggled.\n\"Oh sure!\" Andy smiled as he kissed his wife's glowing face. Carrying his child, she had never been lovelier. \"But next year, this Merrie Gentleman doesn't plan on resting -- he wants to fill _your_ Christmas stocking with a heavenly piece!\"\nChristmas -- well, _Chris_ actually -- came early that morning." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: \nExplore the intense anticipation and desire between Kali and her lover as they reunite in a hotel room. Start by describing their initial communication, filled with excitement and longing. Then, focus on Kali's meticulous preparations for their encounter - from her choice of lingerie to the scents that envelop the room. Highlight her inner thoughts and struggles to maintain composure while dressing herself sensually.\n\nIncorporate elements such as blindfolding, oral sex, passionate kissing, nipple play, thigh teasing, deepthroating, cowgirl position, orgasmic contractions, spooning after climax.\n\nTags: erotic romance, reunion fantasy, hotel rendezvous, blindfolded pleasure, sensual preparations" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I am awake after only an hour of sleep unable to contain my excitement a second longer. Bolting from the bed to check my messages, I am sure there will be one from you. I can't wait to hear the thick, husky baritone I've grown to adore. My hands are shaking as I press the phone to my ear. You never disappoint.\n\"You have one message,\" the automated alert informs me.\n\"Just boarding the plane now, Angel,\" your voice announces above the whir of the jet engines, \"We should touch down at JFK right on time.\"\nA smile seizes my face as the veiled excitement in your voice edges me on.\n\"I can't wait to see you, but you haven't told me where the cabbie should take me,\" you remind me, \"Not changing your mind now, I hope.\"\nIs that trepidation I hear? Uncertainty? Surely not insecurity from the most confident man I know.\n\"An army couldn't keep me from you,\" I text along with the name and address of the hotel I have selected to celebrate our union.\n\"When you arrive go to the concierge desk. There is an envelope there for you with the pass key to our room and your directions,\" I add biting my lip.\nI wait patiently for the call from the concierge announcing your arrival.\nI place the black satin blindfold on the bathroom counter, next to the Polo Black body wash and aftershave. I hang the hotel robe on the back of the door and stack two plush, white towels on the counter. Then I return my shampoo and body butter to my bag and stow it under the bed. Grabbing the handful of crimson lace that includes a bra, matching thong, garter belt and nude silk stockings, before nudging the bag further out of sight.\nChecking the time I quickly drop my robe and glide the wisp of shimmering lace up my legs and over my hips, adjusting the thin strap between my cheeks. Wiggling my hips, I find the perfect placement of the thong. I slip my arms into the bra, guiding the luxurious fabric up my arms. I lean forward filling the generous cups to the brim and secure the front closure nestled between my two mounds. I stand upright and adjust the positions of my globes within the decadent material, noting how sensitive my nipples have become. An image of your head bowed in reverence as you suck the tight bulbs, takes my breath away.\n\"Pull it together, woman,\" I self-chastise as I shake my head to clear my focus.\nBack on task, I slide the garter belt up over my hips, sitting on the end of the bed with the garters dangling. I can't help but notice that all of this movement is causing the thong to caress my clit and kitty in delightful ways. Even my tight rosebud is receiving the attentions of this new addition to my wardrobe. My body provides its seal of approval, as the rubbing elicits a deep contraction accompanied by a flow of juices escaping the garden gates.\n\"You have to get a grip,\" I admonish myself, \"If you keep this up he will find you spread eagle, without a stitch on, in the middle of that big bed, flicking your bean instead of discovering you the way you have planned.\"\nShaking my head once again, I slip my foot into the first stocking. A sigh escapes my lips, as the delicious silky material melts into the contours of my calf and thigh. I snap the first garter in place as a shiver runs up my spine. Quickly, I secure the other garter and notice the lacey band of the stocking is kissing my inner thigh dangerously close to my quivering lips. I am surprised by the loud groan my throat brings forth.\n\"How in the world am I going to have even a semblance of composure when he arrives if I can't even perform the simple task of dressing myself?\" I ponder.\n\"Will power! Will power! Will power!\" I begin chanting as I bring the rumblings under control.\nI continue my mantra as I repeat the motions with the second stocking. My legs tremble as the other thigh is encased in smooth, sexy, softness. With the concerted efforts of every muscle and nerve ending in my body, I slip my feet into the three inch red heels.\n\"Lady you can't even put those shoes on how for Pete's sake are you ever going to gracefully walk in them?\" I challenge.\nI bring the thong back to its upright position and my fingers linger over my pleading nub a millisecond too long. Before I can stop myself, I am rubbing the hard pearl in tantalizing, small circles. I lift my head and notice the full length mirror on the wall facing the bed. Looking closely, I see the quivering lips of the wicked woman staring back at me.\n\"What a slut,\" I proudly surmise, \"she doesn't even have the courtesy to remove her hand from her panties while I'm staring at her!\"\nI giggle and continue the evaluation of my current physical condition. Approvingly I note my hair has air dried into a sexy, explosion of soft full waves framing deeply flushed cheeks and smoky, wild eyes. I gaze appreciatively at the Pilates sculpted curves clad in sinfully, silken lace indulgences. Finally I feel confident in my appearance and the butterflies settle a touch. In sincere appreciation, I offer up a heartfelt thank you to the powers that be for my natural blessings and the gift of this beautiful man to worship them.\nSatisfied with my appearance, I turn my attentions to the four other senses. I dip my finger in the raspberry flavored edible body butter and bring the finger to my mouth for a taste.\n\"Yummmm, perfection,\" I proclaim and return to the task at hand.\nPaying close attention to areas that may need extra care, I smooth the luscious moisturizer from head to toe rubbing in the gratifying elements while leaving the sweet, delectable taste of wild raspberries for you. The cool mist and hypnotic scent of my signature cotton candy fragrance envelopes me, as I apply just a dab to the hollow of my throat, the pulse points of my wrists, the back of my knees, and each ankle. A long line is left to define my cleavage, while extra dabs are placed on my inner thighs to draw him in.\nI conduct a quick mental inventory of the five senses and position my iPod in the speaker dock, cueing the seductive playlist I have been creating since the day we met. I glance around the room and give myself a thorough once over. I sit in the corner chair to verify its correct positioning and my thoughts wander over the countless fantasies I've had of this day. Sighing contentedly I am very pleased with my preparations and hope he will be as well. All at once my day dreams are interrupted by the shrill rings of the phone plummeting me back to reality.\nI answer, noticing a distinct tremor in my voice.\n\"Hellllloooo,\" I draw out, the word seeming to take on a life of its own.\n\"He has arrived,\" the concierge announces and bids me a \"good day.\"\nI thank him and quickly hang up. I glance around the room and smooth out the bed. Grabbing my discarded robe from the floor, I toss it into the closet and dive in behind it. Only the whiff of cotton candy and wild raspberries provides evidence of my presence.\nThe door handle rattles and clicks as the door is opened. A bit more rattling as I assume the Do Not Disturb sign is hung. Then three clicks as the door is closed and locks are engaged. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I am sure that if you listened closely you could hear it. I hold my breath as I hear you moving around.\nYou have gone directly to the bathroom taking your bag with you, just as you were instructed. I breathe a sigh of relief and quietly slip out of the closet. I make my way to the cream covered wing back chair positioned in the far corner where I will wait for you to emerge. The angle of the chair gives me full view of your entrance to the room.\nI launch the playlist and the room is filled with sweet, sultry melodies. I hear you softly humming and the shower squeal to life as hot water is fed through the pipes. The humming turns to a full volume baritone accompaniment to John Legend's \"All of Me\" spilling from the speakers. I recognize that you know I am here and are singing to me. With this realization my heart skips a beat and a huge smile erupts across my face.\nI hear the water stop as the last chorus of the song floats from your lungs. My breath catches in my chest. I bite my lip and wiggle adjusting the thong and garters once more. My heart thuds so hard I am sure it will give away my presence. I close my eyes and concentrate on steadying my breathing and slowly my heart rate. I literally jump in the chair as the click of the bathroom door signals your entrance.\nAll at once, there you are. My hand flies up to cover my mouth as my breath hisses from my body at the sight of your rugged form clad in only the white terry and black slip of silk hiding your eyes. I can hardly believe you are finally here. I wipe away a joy filled tear trailing down my cheek and stand on wobbling heels.\nJust as I directed you stand perfectly still in the entry way, waiting for me to guide you further. I try to take a step and swoon, sitting back down to get my bearings. The enticing smell of Polo Black and you fill the room. I ease myself out of the chair and walk slowly over to your side. After all of this time, I can't believe that I can finally reach out my hand and touch you.\nStanding on tip toe, I brush a soft kiss across your lips and slip my small, soft hand in your large, firm grip. I feel you deepen the kiss and relish the comfort of your other arm wrapping tightly around my waist. I allow you to veer away from my directions for a minute as I fall captive to the dancing of your tongue with mine.\nMy breasts are heaving and my loins are ablaze when I pull back breaking the embrace and struggle to regain composure. I lead you over to the end of the bed and untie your robe, sliding it off your shoulders sending it cascading to the floor. I groan. You are absolutely breathtaking. From your scrumptious five o'clock shadow to your happy trail and majestic rod you are pure perfection in my eyes. The sight of you fully exposed, willingly bringing yourself to me makes me weak in the knees. I quickly nudge you onto the bed allowing myself to collapse next to you.\nI catch a glimpse of us in the mirror and gaze in awe as your member stands at full attention inches away from my touch. I drag my nails lightly down your chest and stomach and am promptly rewarded as a hiss escapes your lips. The hiss turns into soft moans as my nails move up your thighs and my breath blows across your cock. The closer I get to your manhood the more enunciated the twinges are. Your velvet encased rod appears to have a mind of its own as it dances in time to my touch.\n\"Kali, Sweet Kali, kiss me again please,\" you moan.\nMy heart skips a beat and I lean over softly biting bottom lip. I brush your lips and your tongue parts mine, delving into the hollows of my mouth. I moan as your hand comes up to hold my head. You are breaking the directions, but I don't care. Kissing you is the closest thing to Heaven that I have felt in so long.\nI moan and drag my mouth from yours, kissing the tip of your nose and chin before beginning my adoration of all that is you. My hair skims your body as I lay soft kisses down your throat and over your chest. I pause to run my tongue around your taunt left nipple and blow over its rigid peak. The soft sigh you produce springs to a full throated groan as I gently bite and then suck your nipple into my mouth.\nI resume my path, kissing my way down your stomach as my nails tease your sides. My teeth gently pulling at your smooth, tender flesh. My hair is now gliding over your cock and balls with every twitch of our bodies. I hear you softly chanting my name between moans. Seeing you enjoying my endeavors encourages me to forge ahead.\nI slip down to the floor pressing your legs apart, so that I can sit between them. I spread kisses from your left ankle to left hip, lingering in just the right spots to let my breath kiss your flesh and taunt you mercilessly. I reverse the act, trailing kisses from your right hip down to your right ankle. I bite your instep gently and tell you to scoot down a bit.\nWhen your behind is at the edge of the bed I grab your thighs and stop you. I lick your left inner leg in one long firm stroke from your knee to the crease where your leg and body meet. Then my tongue glides along that crease punctuating it with flicks the entire way. I give your left inner thigh a firm nibble as a promise to attend to it shortly.\nMy self-control is waning, as I softly scoop your balls into one hand and the base of your cock in the other. I begin gently massaging your balls as my tongue flicks up to catch the pre-cum beading up on the very tip of your mighty sword. You jump as my warm wet tongue meets your sensitive head. I take this as a signal to continue my concentration and raise up on my knees. My other hand moves to your side to keep my balance as I circle your tip with my hungry tongue. The circles grow larger and larger, as I strive to run my tongue over the entire head of your cock.\nAs I hit the rim my lower hand grips you tighter as a finger nail teasingly flicks over the sensitive spot on the underside. You jump again and I replace my nail with my tongue, flicking this spot several times then slipping just the head of your cock beyond my lips sucking you in further and further with each of our moans.\nI feel my juices running again and quickly suck your cock deep into my throat. I wanted to take this so slowly, but I waited far too long. I moan as my nipples brush the stiff lace and my mouth tightens around you more. I pull up and quickly swallow taking you into the back of my throat. I quickly pull back only to plunge you in deeply yet again. Your stomach begins to convulse and I pull back quickly as your balls tighten.\nI stand, pushing your legs together to allow me to straddle your hips. I pull the thong to the side and rub the head of your cock between my welcoming lower lips. You gasp and I feel your cock jump as I slip you to the entrance and press down. I groan and grab your hands entwining our fingers.\n\"I am going to need a bit of help here, pleeeeasssseee,\" I direct with a tad of begging included.\nI feel you grab my hips, holding me in place as you press upward with yours. The head of your cock urgently pushing against the tight band guarding my entrance. You pull my hips down and impale me as the sweet sting of the stretch draws a gasp and scream from my throat.\nWe both stay perfectly still, savoring the union of our bodies as we have so vividly described to one another for so longer. This is much more than we imagined. I am overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. I don't even realize I am crying until the soft drops hit your stomach and you start to pull away. I grab your hand to prevent you from lifting the blindfold.\n\"Kali, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?\" you plead with a voice tinged with concern and arousal.\nI bring a finger to your lips and tell you to hush as I bear down taking more of you inside. My eyes overflow with tears of bliss as my pussy weeps with joy. It has never been so full. I press down further and further until it is impossible to see where you end and I begin.\nI feel your hands gripping my hips again and then you are urging me on thrusting in and pulling back in rapid succession. I feel your balls slapping my behind and the sounds of sex fills the room. Moans turn into loud declarations praising our maker for the pleasures we have been bestowed one minute and incoherent pleas the next.\nI reach up and place one of your hands on my clit and the other on my nipple. I take control of the ride as your thumbs wreak havoc with my senses. I am bouncing and throbbing around you. My tunnel hugs you tightly. My whimpers have become full out screams begging you to cum with me. I see your stomach quiver again and feel your balls tighten under me. I slam down against you holding your cock within my depths.\nMy contractions deepen as my pussy embraces and releases its hold in quick successions. I am trembling from head to toe as I grab your arms and pull you to a sitting position. My legs wrap around your waist, ankles locking behind you. My arms encircle your neck as the new position pushes me over the edge. I call out your name. My mouth is crushed by yours as I feel your cock happily dance within me.\nThe kiss deepens as our mutual explosions lock our bodies together tighter than a welder ever could. I feel you relax and turn to kiss my shoulder. I hold your waist tightly. My body unwilling to release its hold now that it has finally found you. The force of my orgasm has left me almost limp, but I cling to you kissing your face over and over. Finally, I pull the blindfold from your eyes and look you directly in their entrancing realms.\n\"Hey there, I'm Kali,\" I say with a tinge of shyness surrounded by elation.\nYour soft chuckle is music to my ears as you roll me to the side and catch me in your warm embrace. I whimper as you pull out of me and roll over to grab me in a spoon. You place one hand on my breast and the other sinks lower, cupping my sex. You urge me to rest and enjoy the full benefits of the release.\n\"Only for a few moments, we have a lifetime to enjoy one another Angel,\" you reassure as you pull me closer and kiss my head.\n\"Sleep with me,\" you whisper as you nuzzle my ear \"sleep Kali, I'm not going anywhere.\"\nI sigh, knowing for the first time in my life I am finally home." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and intimate encounter between two lovers, focusing on their anticipation, desire, and intense connection. Incorporate elements such as oral sex, anal play, and sensual massages to heighten the erotic tension. Use vivid descriptions to capture the sensory experience of their bodies coming together in pleasure. Suggested tags: romance, erotica, oral sex, anal play, sensual massage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I know you will be home soon and hurry to light the candles and incense I have set out, the ones that you enjoy the most. For my plan to work I have set out the frying pan and poured your favorite \"soup in a can\" in a pan and set the burners to low to heat up. I have been thinking of you all day, and dinner was the last thing on my mind. I want to be ravished by you, but I also need to feed you so I figure the soup in the pan is a good back up if my plan doesn't work out.\nI rush to our bedroom and try to find something to wear that looks like I have been dressed all day, but yet is really easy to remove. I find the sarong, and throw on a white blouse that ties in the front. I know it drives you wild when I don't wear underwear and since driving you wild is my passion I leave them off and I go back down stairs. I stir the soup a few times, while my mind wanders of how your return will go, did you have a good day today? Since last we talked you were doing great. Was the drive hectic or was the traffic minimal? Would you be in the mood? Or would you be very hungry and want the soup?.\nI woke up this morning thinking of last night, we made love on the balcony off our bedroom to the sounds of owls and crickets as the moon rose high in the midnight sky. I remembered your warm hands on my skin as if you were my blanket, remembering your sweat tongue dancing along my skin, and wet clit. I remembered how good your cock tasted in my warm mouth, and how much I enjoy taking and teasing you that way. I could feel the wetness begin between my legs as my mind wandered and waits for your arrival.\nI can't help myself, the thoughts of you drive me insanely and extremely hot and horny. I stop stirring the soup that is getting warmer, and slowly reach down to my sex and part my lips with my fingers as I imagine how it feels when your tongue is dancing delightfully on my clit. I imagine my finger is your tongue and tease myself with it, rubbing my clit faster and faster. I think I hear a car, but as I look out the window I see the neighbors driving up their driveway. I quickly go back to imagining your tongue on my clit as my finger enjoys pleasuring. I know you will know that I have made myself cum before you got home, and that excites me more knowing that it will also excite you. I cum slowly with small jerks and a loud release that just makes me want you more, I want you inside me. Want you to make me cum like only you can do.\nI know I am addicted to you, your touch, your taste, your scent and I know you will be walking through that door any second now. I wash my hands in the sink, then walk back to check on the soup. It's starting to boil a little now, so I turn it off. I stand there waiting your arrival with anticipation of your tantalizing touch, and the ecstasy that our bodies together create. I hear a car again, this time through the trees I can see it's you as your Black BMW drives down our tree lined long driveway.\nMy anticipation heightens as I prepare myself in front of the stove, \"I am cooking, I am cooking\" I say to my self to gather my composure. In my head I say to myself, he is home, my lover, my partner, my friend, my husband. I can taste him on my lips, the lips I want to kiss his whole body with. I hear the door open \"hey babe, you home?\" you say in your deep sexy voice. I love it when you call me babe, and it melts my soul with happiness, security, and our commitment as I see you turn and walk into the kitchen.\nMy game begins.\nStill trying not to give myself away I smile at you \"hi, how was your day?\" I say, you kiss me sweetly and I am intoxicated by your scent. You say something but I don't hear all the words as my mind wanders through my thoughts as we kiss again. I smile back at you and hear \"what, are you making?\" you say, and the only words that I can say through my erotic fog is \"dinner\" as you wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against you. I can feel your hardening cock, and that excites me to know that you have been thinking of coming home too.\nWanting to play my little game some more, I continue to stir your soup, as I do you start to nibble on my ear as your warm hands make their way up my blouse to my glad to see you breasts. As you pull me closer and kiss down my neck which you know drives me totally wild and there's nothing I can do to resist you. You continue to kiss my neck and ears while your fondle my nipples and I become lost in your desire and I can not stir the soup any longer.\n\"Damn you\" I playfully say as I turn and kiss you, pulling you closer to me wanting to feel your body against mine, losing myself in the passion of our kiss as you pull me closer against your cock. I feel how hard you are now, and the excitement grows even more.\nWe stop the kiss as you step away and look at me, I can tell that you have figured out my little game, and smile back at you biting at my lip, a small giggle and smile comes over me as you look at me. I notice a grin forming as you put out your hand and I eagerly take it. As we head up the stairs to our loft bedroom, I relish the feeling of you leading me up the stairs. My anticipation is heightened, as I stare at you breathless as I wait for what is to come next.\nYou walk me over to the four poster draped bed and shove me a bit on to it. Its exciting when you are so commanding and I love it, it excites me even more. You spread my legs and start to lick your way up from my thighs and I giggle a bit as it tickles. The tickling just makes me more warm and wet, and I know that you will be able to tell that I am very wet and dripping. As your head comes up to my wanting sex, I know you will know that I have been playing with myself too.\nMy head goes back as you lick my clit and inside my pussy, my breathing changes and my animalistic noises begin to come out. My clit is sensitive as you lick and suck it, and I know it won't take long to cum as you know just where all my buttons are. You know you can bring my body to ecstasy in a matter of minutes. My eyes close as I feel your finger slip inside my very wet spot, then another, I moan loudly as your fingers fill me. Your tongue dances on my clit, my body tightens with my release coming. I am so close as I feel you tighten your hold on my thighs as your tongue continues to lick my clit. My hips begin to convulse up and down through my orgasm as I let out one last scream \"oh God\". You continue to lick my pussy slowly, as my breathing calms down and my eyes open to look at you between my legs nuzzling my wet pussy. I feel your tongue once again, my clit is so swollen and sensitive \"no wait\" I ask. You slowly lick up my pussy and unto my belly as my body jerks and I laugh a little seeing your head stuck in my sarong.\nAfter releasing yourself, smiling up at me with your silly grin and cum covered chin. You then crawl up my body to get your head inside my blouse.\nI love the playful side of you.\nI can feel your warm breath as you take my nipples into your mouth, and cup my breast. The twinges inside that I feel with each suckling. I can feel it in my toes, and I can feel my juices start to flow some more. You drive me crazy, insane, I want you so badly that I just want to grab you and make you give in to me.\nHowever, I am enjoying this and I love what you are doing with your tongue. My eyes close as you move back to my very wet swollen clit and gently tease it once again. I know it won't take long to cum again with the way your tongue is teasing my clit slowly circling it around and around. My desire is growing and my need for you to fill me is stronger. Moans are escaping my mouth, as my breathing quickens again, I feel your tongue work its magic on my body so perfectly. Just when I get comfortable, my body starts to cum again, this time the release takes me by surprise with pleasure. Touching and caressing my body, you roll on your back, and you pull me on top of you, placing me to hover over your face as you once again go down on my clit.\nI am wild with desire, and each stroke of your tongue feels 1000 x's the sensation. I can feel your fingers tracing around my ass, and I almost loose my balance. You know that excites me, as I can feel your tongue on my clit, and your finger at my ass. Then with out warning you raise me up and place me on all fours, again loving the take control-ness that you are excluding from every pore of your body. I am so turned on and wanting you to fill me, my breathing is once again quickened.\nI hear your clothes being removed and look back at you to see your very hard erect cock bobbling in front of you as you kneel behind me. Feeling you against my pussy, I want you so badly, my excitement heightens as your cock moves up and down between my cheeks at the entrance of my ass. \"Oh god, yes\" escapes my lips.\nI know what you have in mind and that takes me away with desire to have you even more. I want you in my ass. I feel you lubricate your cock with my own juices and slide it once again between my cheeks as you reach to fondle my breast. You tease me more with the waiting and anticipation. I feel your finger smear something cold on my ass and then feel you inserting it wet and slowly inside. My desire is growing I want you in my ass, and I want you NOW. Feeling your cock slowly slide up and down around my ass again, I try to tell you I want it by leaning back onto your beautiful hard cock. I realize you got the hint, when the next thing I feel is your glorious hard cock pressed harder up against my hole. I want you to take me and take me in the ass. I feel your hand on my shoulder as I feel your cock slowly entering my hole. I flinch a little, you are so big and hard, I know I just need to relax and push down on you. You feel so good I don't want you to stop \"go, go\", I say in my breathless voice. Your cock feels so tight inside my ass, I think I will cum in a matter of seconds as you dive into me. You move slowly, once inside you begin to move more freely in and out. You feel so good moving in and out of my ass. My moans turn loud with the pleasure you are bringing me.\nAs you continue to gently thrust in and out of my ass, I can feel you grow even more inside me, I know your getting close. Then suddenly you pull out, and roll me on to my back, and with one quick swift plunge you dive your cock into my hot dripping wet pussy, and thrust hard as you come up to kiss me. Ravenously you take my tongue into your mouth and kiss me like a hungry animal. You fill me so completely with each thrust, I love the way you feel inside me, how full you make me feel. I feel your body tense, as our bodies undulate in rhythmic unison, faster and faster, harder until I can feel my own body tense with yours. I feel my orgasm coming and my moans are loudly telling you so. You bring me to the brink of pleasure and ecstasy that only you can do.\nI get lost in your eyes \"baby yes, yes, yes\" I repeat staring into those dark circles. Our passion and pleasure overwhelms us both as I feel you release your cum inside me. My muscles tighten as my body jerks with release that takes me away in our love and passion. Both breathless you wrap your strong arms around me, while still inside me. .\nWe drift off to semi asleep in that moment feeling spent yet revived filled with energy and emotion. I slip out between your strong arms and cover you, to clean up a little.\nWalking back into our bedroom through the bathroom, I slip on a robe, watching you sleep while the rays of the setting sun light your face. You are beautiful, you are my God and I worship you.\nI want to continue to enjoy all that I worship. Closing the curtains, I walk back over to our four poster bed, and slowly pull back the covers that I covered you up with. I kneel on the bed next to you to admire your body from head to toe. You are lying on your stomach, and I need to turn you over. I slowly strattle your legs, and gently start to massage your back and shoulders. I gently massage the muscles along the back down to your hips, drawing lines from your neck down and back up again. While I massage, you start to wake up, moaning a little to let me know that it feels good. I want to thank you so much for fulfilling my desires when you got home.\nI continue to massage your back, reaching for some oil that sits on the bedside table, this way I can work a little deeper. Soothing the sore muscles and releasing any tension you are carrying for the day. After working the shoulders and back I start down the hips, your gluts are tight, and the curve of your ass turns me on. However, to touch and caress your ass makes me wet and warm all over. I slowly work on the gluts, working out any tension you have there, using my fist and palms to work those large muscles. Then down to your thighs, your muscles are tense, and I can feel you release and relax with the motion of my hands. I work slowly from the thighs, to the calf and down to your feet.\nTouching your body like this excites me. Hearing your pleasurable sounds makes me smile. I walk up the bed to kneel at your shoulders and using little force, I turn you over.\nYou smile at me, and I can't help but lie next to you and kiss your beautiful lips while tracing your chest with my fingers. We smile at each other, \"how was your day baby\" I ask with a big grin. You laugh and tell me in length about the happenings of the day, as I continue to circle your chest hair with my fingers and listen to you intently. You in return ask me about my day and I of course admit to thinking about you all day, and wanting so much for you to do exactly what you did when you got home.\nI ask if you are hungry, you tell me not this minute, \"I am\", I say as I kiss you once more. I start kissing down your muscular chest, down to your belly button, and use my hands to trace the sides of you as I go down your chest with kisses. I can feel you bob a couple of times as I make my way down to your cock. Telling me your getting excited, and that thrills me even more. Kissing my way down I veer from one leg to the other, kissing along your thigh, then slowly breathing heavily on the tip of your cock.\nMaking myself comfortable between your legs, I take your hardening cock in my hands and gently rub some of the oil I had on my hands on you. Which make's it easier to slide my hands up and down your shaft. I slide you between my hands a few times, and lick the tip with my tongue. Wanting you in my mouth, I start to lick up the sides of your now hard cock, like an ice cream cone, the oil is sweet mixed with a little pre cum that has started to drip down the sides, and my own juices from before.\nI hold on to your cock, and slowly place my mouth around the tip and down the sides, sliding you in as deep as I can. Up and down your cock slides, up and down I suck and lick, paying special attention to the sides of the tip and all the sensitive spots. While massaging and playing with your balls using my other hand. I can feel my own wetness returning, and dripping as I move up and down your shaft. Your short moans are turning into groans and I know you are getting closer and closer, with each stroke inside my warm wet mouth.\nI look up at you, my mouth full, your head is back into the pillows, your arms griping the sheets. \"God I love you like this\" I think to myself. I love making you feel this way right here, these feelings, this pleasure. I love the feel of you growing inside my mouth, feeling the veins pop on the sides, feel you bulge with the blood that is pumping so hard, and so tasty. Caught up in my own moment of pleasure, I don't notice you cumming. I feel the first shot of cum inside my throat, as you fill my mouth I continue to suck and swallow as I slide you between my lips. Your body jerks and releases on down through your stomach and legs. Your breathing slowly calms, as I slowly let go of your now softening cock. I continue to swallow your gift and kiss my way back up your body to your sexy smiling face.\nYou pull me on top of you hugging me close, kissing my forehead, I roll on to my side, and reach up to kiss you. You look content and happy, the joy inside me knowing that this is my bliss." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: Explore the thrill of public intimacy and adventure with a writing prompt inspired by this story. Write a steamy scene where two lovers find themselves in a secluded, yet risky location, unable to resist their desire for each other. Incorporate elements of urgency, exhibitionism, and intense passion as they engage in passionate acts against the backdrop of their surroundings. Use sensory details to enhance the erotic experience and build anticipation throughout the scene. Consider including elements such as oral pleasure, quickies, outdoor sex, breast play, dirty talk, and orgasmic release. Don't forget to suggest appropriate tags like \"public sex,\" \"exhibitionism,\" \"adventure,\" \"passionate encounter,\" and \"intense climax.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I arrived at the car first, after searching blocks for it, I stood in front of it like a great explorer. He pushed me up against the side of his car and pushed me against it to kiss me. \"I want you in me.\" I said into his ear.\n\"Not here.\"\n\"What's wrong with right here?\"\n\"We're in the middle of a street.\"\n\"So?\"\n\"What if someone sees us?\"\n\"It's three AM. Everyone is asleep. And so what, what if someone sees us.\"\n\"What if we get caught? Or are you not afraid of being caught anymore? Are you not afraid of the police or whatever fine it is for committing lewd acts in public?\"\n\"Since when did you start worrying about everything. We're not going to get caught. Who cares about a fine?\"\n\"Maybe you have lots of extra money, I don't.\"\n\"We won't get caught. I think I already mentioned that but if we do, I know special ways to get them to let us go.\"\n\"You have to be kidding me.\"\n\"I'll just suck Mr. Police officers dick.\"\nHe started to back away from me. He took the car keys out of his pocket.\n\"I was joking. God. I just want to have a little fun. I'm horny. When was the last time I was horny? When was the last time we had sex?\"\n\"Sometime last week.\"\n\"Remember when we used to have sex all the time. It wasn't that long ago. We haven't been dating long enough for our relationship to turn boring. We used to fuck as soon as we got home from our jobs, after dinner, in the middle of prime time and then once or twice more before bed. Okay, we'll I'm exaggerating but I just want you to fuck me.\"\n\"I don't know.\"\n\"If you don't want to do it out here we can get in the backseat.\"\n\"That's always so uncomfortable and you complain the next day about your hip or how a seatbelt buckle dug into your back.\"\n\"Remember the night we got lost and we ended up in that industrial area. We parked right in the middle of the street and fucked. Let's get lost again if you won't do it here.\"\n\"I'm tired.\"\n\"Do you not want to fuck me?\"\n\"Trust me I do.\"\n\"Then fuck me.\"\n\"We're just an half hour away from home.\"\n\"But then we have to find parking and that's another half hour or who knows how long. By then you'll just want to go to sleep but if that's what you want, we'll go home.\"\n\"Thank you.\"\n\"You really don't want to sleep with me?\"\n\"That's not it.\"\n\"Then what is?\"\n\"I just don't want to do it here.\"\n\"Have a sense of adventure.\" I pulled up my skirt just enough to show him the bottom of my panties. \"Please.\"\nHe came back to me but instead of kissing me he tried to push my skirt back down. I started to laugh I had to. This was the first time ever he wasn't ripping of my clothes. We wrestled for control. Well he wrestled, I let him win that battle and I moved my hands onto his zipper. I found it and unzipped it before he could stop me. I looked into his eyes. \"Just a quickie.\"\n\"What are you trying to say, that I don't last long enough?\" Finally, he smiled.\nI undid his belt and the button, I put my hand inside his boxers. He was already hard.\nHe pushed me against the car and pushed me onto it. He pushed my legs apart and with his fingers, he delicately moved the satin fabric of my panties away. A finger accidently brushed my lips and a warm rush flew through me. The hood was cold but I didn't care. I pulled his cock out of his boxers. He looked around, there were no lights on in any of the apartments on the street and nothing moved. But he had to be paranoid.\nHe put his cock against my lips. I guided him in with my hand. He slowly filled me. Our first night together, he spent so much time kissing my body and licking all of me that I thought we were never going to get to the fucking. Don't get me wrong I loved it but I don't think he understood how much he was teasing me. Tonight, we didn't have time for another performance like that.\n\"Fuck me baby.\"\nHe paused to look around again.\n\"No, I said fuck me.\"\nHe laughed.\n\"No, really baby, don't take your time. Fuck me. Fuck me like an animal, or however you want to describe it. I don't care.\"\nHe quickened the pace. He started to fuck me.\nHe pushed my top above my breasts. I was a little more than surprised but I helped him.\n\"I didn't think you'd care who saw us.\"\n\"I don't.\" I let him release the my breasts from their cups. The cool air made my nipples a little more hard.\nHe started to fuck me harder. He watched my breasts bounce as he went deep in me. I wrapped my legs around him to hold on. He was pushing so hard the car started to move a little with each thrust. I started to sweat even though it was cold outside.\nI felt him inside of me. I felt it inside of me. I knew I was going to orgasm. I leaned back on the hood and enjoyed the ride. I looked up at the stars and felt like I was in heaven too.\n\"Headlights.\" Up the street about three blocks away, he spotted a car turning onto the street.\nI sat back up and pulled my top back down. He pulled out of me and was about to zip up his pants. \"I don't think so. You better keep fucking me. You're not letting me go like this.\"\nA few more thrusts and I was there, I let out a moan and the car was only a block away. A few more thrusts and I felt him explode into me. The car was on the same block now but neither of us could move. He was stuck deep inside of me. He used his shirt to cover what we were doing as much as he could.\nI don't know if the people in the car even noticed us. And if they did notice us I don't think they knew what we were doing.\nOnce, the car passed he pulled himself out. \"I could've stayed like that forever.\" We readjusted our clothes then finally climbed into the car.\n\"I'm glad you made me do that.\"\n\"I know, I'm such a mean girlfriend but yeah, we have to do that again.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and intense relationship between Stan, a self-proclaimed \"tit man,\" and Erin, a woman with an insatiable love for her large breasts. Dive into their first encounter at the supermarket, where their mutual attraction is ignited through playful banter and stolen glances. As they navigate their blossoming friendship, explore the sensual dynamics of their connection as Stan becomes enraptured by Erin's voluptuous figure. Craft a scene in which Stan finally succumbs to his desires and indulges in Erin's magnificent breasts, showcasing his expertise as he appreciates every intricate detail. Highlight Erin's pleasure from breast stimulation alone and how it intertwines with her sexual experiences. Delve into their intimate encounter as they explore each other's bodies, culminating in explosive orgasms that leave them both breathless. Conclude the prompt by emphasizing the profound connection they share and hinting at future explorations of their shared desires.\n\nTags: erotic romance, breast play, big breasts, tit worship, oral sex, multiple orgasms" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Boobs. Tits. Jugs. Mams. Stan's mind was always on the same subject. When he was younger he had noticed that certain pretty women on TV made him \"tingly\" and others did not. It didn't take him long to figure out that seeing that cleavage, or those twin mounds packed into a sweater was what set him off. The town swimming pool and the beach were his favorite places. But he could be anywhere and his \"breast radar\" would go off. He could spot a low-cut top from a mile away and position himself to get the best view without being too obvious. Waitresses, secretaries, his mom's friends, it didn't matter. Young or old, fat or skinny, it didn't matter to him. Any glimpse of breast flesh was exciting. The fact that women went so out far out of their way to expose and yet cover up those prizes drove him crazy.\nOh, he was a connoisseur of the finer points as well. He could tell if a woman was wearing a sheer bra or a more structured one. He could spot padding instantly. He even thought he could tell surgically enhanced breasts from natural ones. He liked looking at smaller ones, but he loved looking at bigger ones. Once he was old enough, he graduated from TV and movies to the internet and magazines. He had bought and hidden copies of Gent, Juggs and Bounce until his mom found them. Then he stuck to the web. He knew the names of all of his favorite \"hootie queens\". Christy Canyon, Candy Samples, Chessie Moore, Lotta Topp were as familiar to him as his classmates. They were the old-school big- boob stars. And Gianna Michaels, Brandy Talore, Wifey, Kelly Madison and Hitomi Tanaka were the newer ones. At 32, he was a dyed-in-the-wool \"breast man\".\nWhen he got old enough to date, he went for the girls who were the most top- heavy. Often this did not work out. And although the one he eventually married was quite busty, that wasn't enough to build a lasting marriage on. So, Stan had been single for years and just dated the occasional gal. He had found that nice girls were better company than some of the ones whose breasts entered a room before they did. But still he yearned for that \"hootie queen\" to call his own.\nUdders. Sweater Meat. Lung Lumps. Milk Cans. Erin had heard them all. She was a happily divorced mother of two grown kids. They had finally gone out on their own leaving mom to pursue her real estate sales career and try to warm up her tepid social life. At 48, she was still holding it together pretty well. She was not skinny by any means but she kept in shape with walking and the occasional group fitness class. Of course these classes presented a bit of a problem as Erin had a huge bust line. From behind she looked like a curvy, some would say voluptuous lady, with a nice shape, but once those boobs came into view, that was all you could see. Erin wore a 36DDD bra. She had three of them custom-made because she couldn't find one in a store that fit right. Erin had to \"strap them down\" for almost any physical activity.\nOver the years her bust line had been a blessing and a curse. It did attract the some of the men she wanted, but it seemed to attract all of the ones she didn't. She had experienced the jealous cattiness of other women, the drunken pawing of total strangers and the derisive nicknames. Her boobs seemed to turn some nice guys into sex fiends. They seemed to assume that being built that way must automatically make her a nympho or a slut. And everyone assumed that her intelligence was inversely proportional to her boob size. There were times she considered having them reduced for all these reasons. But she never did because Erin liked her boobs. She loved having big boobs. They were heavy, but she was active enough that they didn't bother her back. She always wore a proper bra so gravity hadn't taken an awful toll on them. And she did enjoy getting \"that look\" from some men. It gave her a feeling of power and a sense of attractiveness. And that made her feel good.\nErin's husband had loved touching them in every way. He could be gentle or rough and she showed him just what she liked. He learned how to give her so much pleasure through those beauties. Erin could easily reach orgasm through breast stimulation alone. And what a feeling that was! Yes, they had had a wonderful sex life. Sadly, the rest of life wasn't so good together and they split. Erin had devoted herself to raising the kids and now was back to trying to find male companionship.\nIt was a bright fall morning that brought Stan and Erin to the supermarket at the same time. Fate had it that they parked right next to each other. Stan, of course, noticed the super-stacked lady get out of her car beside him. And Erin, of course, noticed the younger man ogling her, however discretely he intended to do so. When they passed each other in the coffee aisle, they smiled at each other. It was with a chuckle that they passed again in the cereal aisle. And they both laughed as they passed in the pasta aisle. They had each chosen to go up and down each aisle, but they had chosen opposite directions!\n\"We have to stop meeting like this,\" Stan said, making Erin chuckle.\n\"See you in front of the bread,\" Erin replied with a smirk.\nOne aisle over, they met again.\n\"Haven't I seen you before?\" Stan offered.\n\"Never seen you before in my life,\" Erin snapped back, laughing again.\nBy the time they crossed paths in the produce section, they were giggling like kids. Stan waved to Erin and she waved back.\n\"This is too funny,\" Stan told her. \"I feel like we are old friends. I'm Stan,\" he said offering his hand.\n\"Erin. Yes, we've met more times than some couples do.\" She took his hand and shook it.\n\"Well, since we have such a long-standing relationship, how about I get you some coffee?\" Stan offered.\nErin so wanted to say yes, but she looked at the frozen food in her cart and said, \"I'm going to have to straight home after I check out.\"\nStan's smile drooped a little until he heard Erin say, \"How about dinner?\"\n\"Great idea. I can see what you'll be making,\" he said gesturing to her cart. \"And I'll bring the dessert,\" he added, pointing to the frozen pie in his cart.\n\"Great.\" Erin gave Stan her address. It was not that far from where he lived. He wondered how he had not seen this gal with the killer body before. But he promised himself he was going to be a friend first and a \"boob guy\" second this time around. Still, he kept glancing down at the obviously huge rack on this lovely lady. Erin pretended not to notice. This was the first nice guy she had bumped into in a long time.\nThey met and had a wonderful dinner of roast pork and potatoes. For dessert there was blueberry pie. They found that they each liked sports and several of the same TV shows. After dessert Stan stayed to watch one of the CSI shows before standing to leave. He had tried to not stare at Erin's huge bust throughout the evening, with only limited success. Erin had seen Stan staring a couple of times and tried to ignore it. They both wanted to give this new friendship a chance, but both were straining to keep things from turning sexual. Stan gave Erin a peck on the cheek and left before they could have the awkward conversation they each knew was coming. They agreed to dinner at Stan's the next night with Erin bringing a cake for dessert.\nStan's baked chicken was a success the next night. They were really so compatible they each felt that they were falling for the other. They talked about their marriages and how they had not worked out and the sadness of the divorces. They shared some long looks into each other's eyes. They sat close together as they watched a sit-com. There was a moment when Stan wanted to turn to kiss her. Erin was hoping Stan would lean closer, but she found herself offering cake instead. In cutting the two pieces, Erin brushed against the frosted cake with her left boob. Unnoticed, a smear of yellow frosting clung to her dark sweater. Stan saw this at once. Should he say anything? He was reluctant, but he plunged in.\n\"Is that for me?\" he asked pointing at her chest.\nErin froze for a moment, then followed his gaze and saw the frosting. \"If you want it,\" she laughed lightly. She also knew where this might lead. Once Pandora's Box was opened...\nStan was fighting his natural urge to reach out and touch that magnificent breast. Heck, she was offering it to him. As much as he wanted to dive into Erin's endless cleavage, he resisted. She was so nice. It was so great to have this sweet lady as a friend. He didn't want to throw that away for a few minutes of lust.\nStan began slowly, \"Erin, you are a beautiful woman. I really, really like you. You are kind and sweet and you treat meet the way I have always wanted to be treated. We are friends and I think we could be more than friends.\"\nErin could hear the 'but' coming. She felt exactly the same way, but Stan's hesitation told her something was probably wrong. She felt sad that this young friendship wouldn't get to grow and frustrated because her repressed lust was boiling in her loins and chest.\n\"Erin, I have a confession to make. I am what they call a \"tit man\".\" Stan could hardly look at her. \"As much as I like you, would like you no matter what you looked like, and you are gorgeous, I noticed your chest the first time I saw you. There is an animal inside me that wants to not only taste that smear of frosting on your sweater, but to pull that sweater and bra off and devour your breasts. It's an obsession with me. And it's never led to the kind of lasting relationship I think we could have. I'm sorry.\"\nErin's heart was pounding. That was it? His hesitation was from not wanting to enjoy her tits? She thought he was going to confess to a murder or something. But she was touched that he was reluctant to act like an animal as so many guys had with her.\nShe began, \"Stan, thank you for telling me that. I really like you too. And I am really attracted to you too. I have seen you stealing looks at my chest.\" Stan seemed to slump down. \"But I don't mind. I like that.\" Stan looked her in her deep, brown eyes. \"I have had big boobs for a long time. Yes, there is a lot of unwanted attention, but I actually enjoy most of it. Maybe I'm strange, but I love having a big bust. And I love that men are attracted to me because of it. I am glad you are a 'tit man'. Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me for focusing so much on my breasts. But this is the way I was made and I am not ashamed. I love myself and I love having big breasts. I love touching them myself and having a man I want touching them.\"\nErin took Stan's hand and raised one finger and rubbed it against her left breast to scoop up the cake frosting. She held the finger to Stan's lips and he licked of the sweet stuff.\nErin continued, \"I think we both want the same thing. And it won't hurt our friendship. I think it will bring us closer. And I know it will bring me a lot of pleasure. And from what you say, it will bring you a lot too.\"\nErin checked that the curtains were closed. She looked down and lifted the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. Her shoulder-length, chestnut hair was tousled. She shook her head. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp. With a shrug, it fell away.\nStan tried not to gasp. He had never seen such big, perfect breasts before, except in his dreams. They were huge, round globes that hung to her navel. Yet they didn't droop, they stood out. The purplish-red aureole were puckered circles the size of fifty-cent pieces and the nipples were thick and long and appeared to be as hard as his cock was quickly becoming. He slowly raised his hands to gently cup the twin masses.\nThat first touch was electric. Erin's eyes closed and she felt his warm, strong hands caress and lift her treasures. Her breathing became rough and she felt herself getting wet. A purr escaped her lips. All she could say was, \"Yes.\"\nStan leaned down to rub his cheek against the vast expanse of soft flesh. He held and rubbed and tried to take in every aspect of the offered prizes. He inhaled Erin's sweet perfume. He brushed his lips across each breast's warm expanse. He moved slightly lower and let each stiff nipple part his lips. He looked up and saw Erin in a rapturous state that matched his own. He opened his lips and gently lifted one massive mammary to his mouth. He sucked as gently as he could as first. He wanted to feel every texture, to taste her essence, to receive all of the beauty without impacting it with his actions. Then he felt the wave overcome him. He pushed the breast into his face and sucked harder on the large nipple, pulling it into his mouth, stretching the aureole against his lips. It was such an intense sensual sensation, he almost lost his balance.\nErin was approaching an orgasm before she knew what was happening. She felt Stan's rising passion and the increase in the strength of his touch and surrendered to it, her knees buckling. When his mouth moved to her other breast and he sucked on it deeply while kneading the first, she shuddered and moaned. Her whole body felt warm and electric. She quaked and let out little grunts of pleasure. She felt the wetness between her legs spreading.\nStan was holding her up as he feasted on her enormous tits. He buried his face in the valley between the mountainous masses. The warmth and the softness were dreamlike. His hands massaged her fleshy boobs around his face. He kissed and licked and sucked at the offered flesh. He felt Erin's shuddering, not knowing she had just come.\n\"Let's go to the bedroom,\" Erin whispered.\nThey almost ran to the bedroom down the hall. Stan quickly stripped and turned to see a vision arrayed before him on the large bed. The comforter and sheets were pulled back and Erin lay on her back, her dark hair seemed to form a halo around her head. A perfect triangle of matching chestnut hair was nestled where her legs met. Stan's eight-inch cock was fully erect and ready for action. But his real lust was not for penetration, but to return to and consume those massive mounds.\n\"Those tits are so fucking amazing,\" he heard himself say. Then he froze. How would she feel about such vulgar words?\n\"Come and gobble up my big titties, Stan. I want to feel your face between my jugs now.\" Erin said in a deep lusty growl.\nStan was relieved and practically jumped on her. Erin embraced his body with her long, toned legs. She ground her crotch against his chest. Stan's hands kneaded and molded Erin's warm tits around his face. He bit and nipped at the endless, meaty orbs.\n\"So big. Such huge fucking jugs, I have only dreamed of fucking huge tits like this,\" he muttered through the flesh. The words just drove them both higher. Erin loved to hear his lust-driven talk.\n\"Oh yes, Stan, bite my big boobs. Suck and lick and eat up my huge milk bags.\" Erin had always loved the nasty way some men talked about her breasts when they thought she couldn't hear. The nastier and dirtier the talk, the hotter it got her. \"Suck 'em. Bite 'em. Eat 'em all up.\"\nStan was in big tit heaven. He couldn't get enough of the huge masses of flesh. His hands found endless ways to cup and squeeze them. He pushed his face deep into each fleshy pillow. Erin's gasps and shudders told him that she was enjoying this as much as he was. And he could feel her wet mound slickly sliding against his chest. Her female muskiness mixed with the perfumed aroma of her tits driving him wild. He kissed his way south to her pussy.\nStan was surprised to see that, although Erin had a full bush of brown hair at the top, she was shaved clean below. Stan dove into her pussy. It was already so wet. Erin had come twice from the attention her tits had gotten. Her orgasms from such play were whole-body affairs that warmed her all over and made her brain tingle, but were not as intense as the ones she gave herself with her fingers when she played each night, or the one Stan's tongue and lips would soon have her feeling.\n\"Oh, eat my pussy, Stan. She needs it so bad. Eat her up. Lick my wet hole. Ah, that's it! That is just what she needs. Stick your tongue deep in her. Oh, yes. Lick my cuntlips. Suck 'em. Ah. Yes. Yes, yes, yes! Oh, you are going to make me... yes, my clit, oh...suck...yes...\"\nErin exploded in a gut-wrenching orgasm like she had not had before. Years of desire and frustration were released in an instant. Stan was good at eating pussy and Erin calling her cunt 'she' had driven him crazy. He was licking up her wetness and had just moved up to suck on her big cuntlips and tease her hard clit when he felt her convulse in ecstasy. Her pussy squirted its warm, clear juice in spurts onto his face. He licked and sucked it all up. He glanced up to see Erin's eyes tightly shut, her face twisted into a mask of intense pleasure. She grunted and strained to spit out animal sounds. Her hands mashed and tore at her huge tits. He could see her twisting her big nipples and lifting each massive globe and shaking it by the teat. She was a bitch in heat. Her squirting pussy bathed him in musky juice.\nStan needed to taste those tits again. He moved back up and seized one, then the other, biting the nipples and massaging each udder roughly. His cock was rubbing against her soaked mound. He felt Erin's hand grasp and squeeze his big cock. She stroked it and pumped it in her hand to test its stiffness. Then she rubbed the smooth cockhead along her drenched slit. One thrust and his thick meat was buried in her tight snatch. Erin moaned like she had been gut- punched. She came again. More of her she-come squirted.\nStan sucked greedily at one huge tit. Erin cupped the other and craned her neck down to take the other nipple into her own mouth as she had so many lonely nights before. The twin sensation of suckling brought her to the edge of another breast orgasm. She felt the familiar warmth and the flush of blood in her massive mams. As this wave hit, Stan's bulbous cockhead was pumping the depths of her hungry cunt. His stroke almost removed the thick cockhead from her tunnel, stretching the opening, and then pushed almost to her cervix. His cock brushed her g-spot and he ground into her clit on every stroke. All of this sent her over the top again. She screamed and cried with the shattering impact of the biggest orgasm she had ever felt. So much long-denied lust, so many sensations all came together at once. Her hips pumped and twitched. Her nails raked Stan's broad back down to his strong asscheeks, tightened to thrust to her core. She bucked and shook for several minutes.\nWhen she regained her senses, Stan was behind her thrusting into her soaked cunt. His hands mauled her gigantic jugs. Erin raised herself to her hands and knees without dislodging his cock. She pushed back at his bull-like thrusting. Her huge jugs swayed and swung from her chest. Their weight felt good to her. Her tits were wet with sweat, saliva, and her pussy juices. Stan reached under to cup and squeeze each monster hanging globe. He could feel his balls boiling. His cock was so hard he thought it might burst apart. He felt Erin's hand cup his balls and lift them in the sac. She gently squeezed and massaged them as if she was trying to coax a flood of cum from them.\nSuddenly, Erin pushed Stan back and straddled his stiff prick. She lowered herself down onto the thick flesh spike. Deeply impaled she rode it, feeling yet another orgasm building in her cunt. She tightened her inner muscles, clamping down on the cock. She leaned forward smothering Stan's face in sweet, soft tit flesh.\n\"They are all yours, tiger. Eat my huge tits. Suck my nipples hard. Bite them. They are all yours. Never stop sucking them. Mash them into your face. All that titty-meat is yours.\" Erin was hit by another orgasm just as Stan's passion became uncontainable. She twisted and pumped down on his shaft and felt spurts of his come against her sugar walls. Stan grunted loudly through clenched teeth. He was practically screaming. Erin matched his sounds with squeals of her own. The two lovers growled and ground together until they were spent. She collapsed beside him in a heap. \nIt took a while for the two of them to regain any composure. Erin scooped up some of the mingled juices from her pussy and tasted it. She purred. Stan watched her repeat this and moved down to lick up some of the wetness for himself. With his lips covered and his mouth full, he moved up and kissed Erin deeply. They shared their warm, tasty juices. He went down again and brought a mouthful up to her enormous tits and licked and sucked them, covering them with the fragrant wetness. The room smelled of sex. They were both saturated in it, inside and out. They held each other for a long time, lingering in the warm afterglow. This was perfect.\nTwo lovers who were made for each other had finally found one another. Erin had a good man who lusted for her special gifts as much as she wanted to share them. Stan had found the 'hootie queen' of his wettest dreams and she was also the love of his life. And as he savored the taste of their lovemaking, he felt his cock getting hard again..." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the forbidden desires and secret encounters between a voyeuristic older neighbor and his seductive young neighbor, Sophia. Incorporate elements from their explicit cam girl sessions, where Sophia indulges in exhibitionism and sexual experimentation. Craft a scene where they meet in her hidden fort beneath her house, surrounded by the laughter of her oblivious mother's friends. Describe how they engage in passionate and taboo acts, such as anal play with toys, while maintaining complete secrecy. Consider incorporating sensory details to heighten the intensity of their encounter, like the taste of cucumber mingling with their desire or the sound of Sophia's moans echoing through their clandestine space. Suggest tags such as voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal play, cam girl fantasies, secret rendezvous." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How could I not look? She was 18, just recently blossomed into a striking young woman, long, lithe legs, proud, perky breasts, full red lips, sparkling eyes, a complexion to rival rose blossoms, an ass that would make a cadaver cum.\nShe lived directly across the street from me, with her mom. She graduated that June, and that summer she began working somewhere downtown, just a few hours a day, so she'd return after lunch, leaving her home alone in the afternoons. I work at home, have a second story window that overlooks the street and tried like hell not to perv too much on her, though a glimpse of those gracefully curved legs in tight jeans striding down the sidewalk was enough to send me desperately clicking through porn sites searching for \"innocent\" and \"adorable.\"\nOkay, just another older masturbatory male obsessing over inaccessible young blood, what else is new, right? We keep the porn business in business.\nIndeed, I spent too many hours stroking my way through countless vids of cute young things pounding their rose petal pussies with fingers, dildos, ohmibods, and whatever else they could slide inside themselves. Internet porn is one of the joys and wonders of modern life. A reason to get up in the mornings, quite literally.\nSo, when late one morning in early July, I clicked up a vid of a very cute and stunningly built young thing convulsing her way through multiple orgasms stimulated by a deeply embedded ohmibod, I gave my perv self full rein. Oh my word, she was wet. And her breasts were the kind of perfection sculptors dream about, so full and firm and pale they seemed sculpted of alabaster. The vid was a webcam piece that focused on the young lady's gorgeous body showing just a glimpse of her face every once in awhile. But, when her face came into view there was no mistaking it. It was Sophia.\nOh my, oh my, oh my fucking god, recognizing my neighbor on the porn screen sent jolts of electricity through my body, especially to my suddenly stone stiff erection. Sophia. That's what she did in the afternoons! Legs spread lewdly, breasts defying gravity, gaping pussy, wet fingers roaming over her clit while a glass dildo joins the ohmibod inside her gushing cunt and her entire body is wracked by orgasmic tremors. I came so powerfully it felt like I could shoot pure bullets of semen across the street to splat and splash over my young neighbor's sweaty and convulsive flesh.\nI pretty much stayed hard that entire week. And oh my goodness, when I caught sight of her leaving the house in the mornings, or returning in the afternoons...it put the world in a brand new, extremely perverted light. The way her breasts sloped away from her shoulders, the rise of her neck to her throat, the curve of her thighs up to her ass, the cleft of her crotch inside those tight jeans.\nThat Saturday she joined her mother doing yard work, wearing only short shorts and a tank top and I felt like my cock would grow long enough to fuck her from my house.\nI searched every fucking porn site I could find for more vids and finally found her at a cam girl site. There were seven vids. Each was so hot, so sexually explicit, so wild, such amazing and unfettered lust on display, that the images therein lodged themselves inside my brain and played all day and through the long, hot nights. I couldn't look at their house without my mouth watering and my balls tingling.\nThis was bad. If the definition of addiction is that your bad habit interferes with your life, then I was hopelessly lost in my obsession. I couldn't come enough. My dick ruled my life. How would I ever regain any semblance of dignity, of control, of balance in my life? How could I ever be cool again, as hot and bothered as I was all the time?\nI had to do something. So I began writing porn stories about a young exhibitionist woman who tortures her older voyeuristic neighbor. Of course, the woman was modeled after Sophia in just about every way I could imagine her to be. In fact, I named her Sophie. I guess I was trying to fuck her in my fantasies, to fuck her out of my system. I wrote a series of stories - how she left her window open at night for me to see into as she fondled herself to multiple orgasms. Or, she lay out in the backyard in topless bikinis. Or wore revealing and skimpy clothes bending over the flower bed, absent mindedly twerking her ass in my direction. How she sat out front mouthing and tonguing a large popsicle which dripped down the front of her shirt, or stopped one day to bend over and smell the flowers, or how she wiggled her cunt up against her bike seat. Of course, in the stories, it all leads to wild uninhibited sex. Yer basic porn story, right? The internet is littered with'em.\nThe third week of August, a Wednesday, as hot as it's been all summer, I passed by my upstairs window and I noticed Sophia sitting in a chair in her garage. She was just sitting there in the back, reading from her iPad. Lose gym shorts and a tank top, dark glasses and red, red lipstick with a large sunhat one, she had her legs spread wide open. I'm staring, trying not to be completely lame, trying not to pull my dick out, trying to maintain some focus on work. But then she does something that takes my breath away. Sophia goes over to the garage fridge, takes out a large, dildo shaped popsicle and begins mouthing it. She's not just eating it. She's giving it fellatio, rocking her head back and forth on it. Then, oh my god, she starts rubbing the tip of it on her cleavage.\nIt was at that moment that I realize with a heart stopping start that where she is sitting in her garage? Can only be seen from my window.\nIs it possible? Am I completely lost in my obsession? Am I imagining this? But when Sophia opens her legs and places the length of the popsicle against her shorts crotch then closes her legs around it and sort of shudders, my heart drops down into my cock. She splays her legs open again and I can see the wet stain on her shorts. Pulling the elastic of her waistband out, she seems to be looking down inside. Then, oh my sweetness, she puts the popsicle inside her shorts and sort of rubs it up and down.\nI'm gone. I'm multi orgasmic. I'm naked and thrusting my cock into the air, fucking the planet itself. When she finally stands up and walks away, I am a new man, everything has changed, the colors of the day are brighter, the quality of the light is more intense, the world is suddenly a new and far more exciting place to live.\nThat night I logged onto her cam girl site and the planet started to spin so fast I was dizzy. Sophia featured a vid of her masturbating with a large popsicle. She slid the full length of it inside her wet red pussy then stuck it as far down her throat as it would go. She dripped sticky sweet juice over her breasts and tweaked her nipples. When she came, so soft and gently, on her fingers while staring at the camera, and then slowly licked them clean, I forgot to breathe for several minutes.\nI gasped, then stood up to clean the cum off my own fingers. Passing a window, I looked across the street at her house. I don't know which room it was upstairs there, but a thin sheer was pulled across the window and, backlit by a dim lamp, I could see Sophia, nude, her curvaceous and perfect body, doing a slow, sensual, and really quite beautiful dance.\nThis continued for the next two days. Each day she sat in her garage and each day her ministrations became more sexual, to where, on Friday, she was sliding a cucumber into her cunt as I gaped and gawped in helpless voyeuristic lust. That night she featured vegetables in her web cam vid and she danced at the window again.\nThe weekend came, her mother was home, and nothing happened. But that Monday I pulled all my curtains closed and concentrated on the work that I was falling behind on.\nI got a lot done until about three o'clock when there was a knock on my door. When I opened it nobody was there. Looking down I saw a basket. I picked it up and carried it inside. Underneath a small towel I found a cucumber. And a note.\n\"Tonight. 10:00. My side door.\"\nI ate the cucumber on a sandwich, and rather than try to maintain any kind of focus for the rest of the day I took myself to the beach and spent the late afternoon body surfing, then had dinner at a beachside burger joint.\nHer side door was accessible down a back alley, so I wouldn't be seen going down there. The door was open. I slid in silently, finding myself in the back of her darkened garage. I was extremely uncomfortable because there was obviously a small gathering of some sort in the backyard. Her mother had some lady friends over and they were laughing it up on the patio.\nI saw her, Sophia, suddenly, and I lost the ability to breath for a moment. She was standing in the shadows, leaning back against a wall, just watching me. She wore the same pink shorts she'd worn in her videos and a tank top. The vision of her body standing so quiet and so near threatened to take my legs out from under me. Without saying a word she turned and walked into a door in the back of the garage. I followed.\nIt was dark in there but I discovered it to be a storage area, a room that gave access to the slope of the hill beneath their house. In one corner, against a wall I saw Sophia sitting on a mattress that had been lain down. It was sort of a nest, a kid's hideaway kind of place, a fort under the house she'd probably had for some years.\nOn the wall next to her were several small vents covered with mesh screen that looked out into the backyard. The voices of her mother and friends seemed to come from just a few yards away. As I came closer, Sophia put a finger up to her lips. As I sat down next to her she leaned in close to me and whispered.\n\"Shhh. This is what I want: total secrecy,\" she said, her voice tickling my ear, \"never, ever say anything, never. I read your stories. I think you might be as horny as I am. Might. I, I just want to...fuck.\" And she put a hand on my cock, which immediately sprung up as though it was on a steel spring.\nShe slumped down on the mattress, pulled down my shorts and put her mouth around my full erection.\nAnd so we fucked, there in the secret hideaway, just yards from the ladies getting drunk in the backyard, in the heat of the night, silently and slowly, she wet and willing and writhing all over that mattress, me endlessly hard and sweating and thrusting into her from every direction we could think of. We ended with her prone, face in a pillow, ass up while I was a pile driver slamming my steel rod cock into her sodden, well fucked cunt until I finally emptied the molten, churning contents of my balls into her gaping vagina.\nIt was a hot summer.\nOne particular afternoon stands out.\nI'd been good all day, got a lot of work done when I got a text inviting me over to look at something in her garage, or some such pretext. When I got there Sophia asked me to hold the ladder while she pulled something down from a high shelf. In shorts and t shirt, she sashayed up the ladder and managed to wave her ass in my face. The smell wafting from her crotch was about as close to heaven as I will ever get. She told me later she'd been masturbating since she got home from work.\nIt was a sleeping bag she dragged down, which I carried upstairs to her bedroom. She had her video camera set up and was preparing to engage in some hot cam girl shooting. She had her glass dildo, the ohmibod and some lotions at the ready, some towels and a couple of large pillows on her bed.\nShe spread the sleeping bag over the bed, then, to my surprise, she took out a large kitchen knife and cut a slit in the center of it. Sophia very carefully described what she had in mind.\nFollowing her directions, I laid down on the bed under the bag and let my cock poke up through the slit. She sat down between my outstretched legs. I couldn't see anything but I sure could feel her mouth sucking my balls, fellating my cock. Next I felt warm gooey liquid being poured over my dick. A moment later Sophia was sitting on my erection, squeezing it inside her anus. When finally she bottomed out my cock was balls deep inside her ass.\nThere was a pause as she did something beyond my sight, but within a few moments I began to feel a vibration inside her.\nShe was conducting a cam girl session, having inserted the ohmibod and was dildoing her pussy for the camera, all while wiggling her ass up and down and around on my cock.\nThe sensation was out of this world, as intense as anything I've ever felt. I couldn't see much of anything under the sleeping bag. The only part of me that was receiving any stimulus was my penis and it was being clutched by Sophia's anus, while at the same time, I could feel the gentle shimmy and quiver of the vibrator inside her, and then occasionally my balls were being drenched with her cum juice. I had been, of course, instructed to be quiet and not move much, and it took some will power to comply.\nAfter twenty minutes or so into her session, or whatever, as she was finishing up and driving herself to a grand orgasmic finale, she leaned back, pulled her legs up around her shoulders and revealed for the camera my cock buried inside her anus. I guess I obliged her audience too by coming at that moment. She pulled me out and zoomed in on the gape of her butthole oozing gobs of creamy semen down the crack of her ass.\nWe watched the results on the laptop screen with my cock moving in and out of her very spongy, soggy cunt and we ended up with her riding me to another orgasm, grinding her clit into me and licking my face at the same time.\nNo, I have to admit. Sophia was way more horny than me, Mr. Porn Dog, something I never thought possible.\nThe last night I saw her was the Friday before she left for college. She walked across the street, as cool as can be, no attempt at hiding or secrecy, knocked on my door and we had dinner together. We laughed and talked like old friends, then she fucked me silly on my couch, nothing kinky, just plain old making love. It was a date. And somehow, the normalness of it, the openness and affection of that night, helped me find closure, helped me get through the next few months.\nAnd of course, I could always click up her latest cam girl vids." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the intense and forbidden passion between two parents who find solace in each other's arms every Tuesday at the playground. Incorporate elements such as the HDOP (Hot Dad On Playground), the Ashleys, their secretive encounters behind the brick equipment building, and their shared desire for dominance and submission. Write a scene where they engage in rough sex against the wall, with one character demanding to be called \"better\" than someone else while exploring power dynamics. Use sensory details to describe their heightened arousal, including explicit descriptions of oral sex, deep penetration, and orgasmic release. Consider incorporating themes of secrecy, fear, and longing into your story. Remember to use appropriate tags such as \"playground rendezvous,\" \"forbidden love,\" \"rough sex,\" \"dominance/submission,\" and \"intense passion.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I sit on this bench at the playground and watch the vultures surround you. \"HDOP\" Hot Dad On Playground. My husband came up with that one, likes to declare he's it when he comes here with the kids. But he's not here today.\nYou are. HDOP. Standing there, needled by the three moms who have come here together. The ones who laugh just a little bit too loud and come off just a bit too desperate for any kind of male attention, let alone your attention. I call them the Ashleys. I watch you cast your eyes over the playground, hoping to catch anyone's kid in a fight, a fall, some kind of diversion.\nIt's like this every Tuesday. Every Tuesday we are all here at the same time and do the same thing: I sit on this bench with my black jeans and black jacket and black soul with my best Resting Bitch Face to avoid social interaction. I eavesdrop as the Ashleys spill endless boring stories about their boring lives that they are sure you are absolutely interested in hearing. They are all practically crawling around you like cats in heat. \"Save me\" they all seem to say.\nEventually they herd up their progeny to head for lunch. Apologies are made for having to leave you alone here, with eyes rolled toward me. Because I am not an Ashley. I'm not anyone.\nThey walk away, exaggerating the wobble of asses clad in yoga pants that never yoga. The lead Ashley, she's got a fantastic ass, I'll give her that.\nBut you never watch them go. Because every Tuesday, you walk over and sit down next to me.\nI can feel my face flush as you cross in front of me, the scent of you washes through me and tightens my chest. It's the stink of that old coat you won't give up, your laundry detergent, your skin. I can smell you by just thinking about you any other time.\nYou plop down beside me and let out a heavy sigh.\n\"Bad today?\" I ask, an exaggerated look of sympathy on my face.\n\"They were nearly climbing me! Oh! Oh! And look at what the blonde one managed to slip into my pocket!\" You hand me a business card with a condom taped to the back and a bright red set of lips over the front. I know right away that condom is too small.\n\"Oh my god, she propositioned you with her leggings business card? That's so weird. But ballsy. And her name is actually Becky.\" I am deadpan.\nIt's all just so perfectly hilarious, we just kind of stare at each other instead of laughing. The leaves dance by us in the fall breeze. In the background, our boys are gleefully rolling in the sand, screaming. I have to pull my eyes from your gaze.\nYou make me feel like I'm 15. You make me feel like making bad decisions. I nervously kick my cons in the dirt under our bench.\nEvery Tuesday.\n\"How's that project you're working on?\" I ask, tucking my hair behind my ear and finally looking at you again. I don't hear a word you say in return. I honestly don't even care. I sit here beside you, pressing my thighs together to calm the swelling, the aching. You've made me soak my panties just by being near you.\nI think you realize I'm not paying attention. Maybe my squirming is too obvious. You look off for a moment at the blur of activity from our boys. \"They'll be fine, huh?\" you say, more a declaration than a question.\nThen, \"Hey Ry, you got this? We are going to take our walk now.\" Ryan is older and homeschooled. He can probably parent better than either of us at this point, anyhow. He'll be fine with my two. This won't take long.\nYou take my hand as we head toward the walking path and a bolt of electricity shoots up my arm and blossoms in my pussy. It's almost painful to touch you.\nWe slip through the bushes to the back of the brick equipment building. We are isolated by tangled overgrowth. You push me up against the wall and lean into me with a particular and unusual urgency, I can feel your cock already hardening through our clothes as you grind into my pelvis. Your face is unbearably close to mine. You look me in the eyes intensely, then graze your lips over mine without kissing me. Your breath is like fire.\n\"Why the fuck do you always wear jeans?\"\nYou suddenly grab me by the waist and push me up on the tiny ledge where a window once was, now bricked up itself. The perfect height for this, forcing me out at the perfect angle. My asscheeks will hurt from the crumbly edge for days and I will love it.\nYou hurriedly unbutton my jeans and yank them down, taking my panties with them. I lose a shoe in the process, my pants left dangling on one leg. The sudden exposure to the cold air lights my pale skin with goosebumps. Your hands sneak up my shirt and under my bra, icy cold fingers rolling my nipples.\nYou unzip your pants and unleash yourself from your boxers, sliding your cock between my silky lips, pushing the head against my clit. As you lean forward, you finally kiss me, slowly, your lips so warm against mine. You wrap your arms around me and sigh, hugging me tight, breathing me in.\n\"It's been a long week,\" you whisper. You missed me. I can tell. This hug, this is new. This is good. This is scary. Maybe this is too much.\nI wrap my legs and arms around you, giving you a full body squeeze as I run my fingers through your hair. I am at least glad to be your reason to relax.\nAs you hold on to me, you move your hips, stimulating the entire length of my labia in tortuously slow strokes. I am so wet that I've soaked both of us. I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me.\n\"Now?\" It's a statement and a plea.\nYou pull back and look at me with a grin. Running your hand over the back of my thigh, you push my free leg up against me, kissing my knee. And then a shift. I stifle a cry of relief as you slowly sink into my cunt, filling me up, pushing in far enough to hurt just a little. You flex to pulse your cock, and my walls clench down around you.\nI dig my hands into the ledge as you begin to pick up speed, your thrusts eliciting childish whines from my throat, an attempt to stay quiet. My back is rubbing against the brick. I can't wait until spring, tank tops, scratches on my back. Going home marked.\nThere will be other Tuesdays.\nI slide a hand between us to rub my clit. I'm surprised at the size. It's more engorged than I've ever felt it. The things you do to me... You grunt as my muscles snap tighter.\nI decide to try something new. Something daring. I'm almost nauseous with excitement.\n\"Tell me...\"\nYou kiss my neck as ask me, \"What?\" rhythm unchanged.\n\"Tell me I'm better than her.\"\nYou pause and look at me hard, a myriad of emotions crossing your face in seconds. Your brow furrows. Suddenly you grab my neck, squeezing, pinning me to the brick.\nA bolt of fear runs through me. I've pissed you off, gone too far. What have I gotten myself into? My heart races in my ears and I begin to feel dizzy. I grab at your arm.\nThere's a searching in your eyes. Then a kind of pain, a realization.\n\"You are and will always be better than her.\" I can tell your answer is not at all about what we are doing.\nYou sigh and lay into me harder than you ever have before, grunting with passion, rage, a kind of grief. The adrenaline from relieved fear releases within me, rushing right to my swollen cunt. I can feel myself building up and you can, too. It's as if I can feel every detail of your dick as I tighten and ebb, squeezing you rock hard. I hold back a scream, biting my lips as I cum on you in spasms so hard my entire body is twitching, my pussy pulling at you, so tight you can barely move. A string of obscenities spill from your mouth.\nYou are making noises I had yet to hear. Animalistic growls mixed with higher pitches. I will so easily drum these noises up in my imagination when I'm thinking of you later. It's a vibration that moves through my body.\nI can feel your balls tighten ass they slap against my asshole, the head of your cock begins to throb. You're about to pull out, but I tense my thighs and hold you to me. You release my neck, hitch up both of my knees as far as possible and pump me in earnest. The guttural moan you make as your cum sears my insides is going to stay with me. I will think of this later. And often. Even with him.\nYou stop and lean on me, both of us breathing heavily, gasping for air. You hold onto me until your cock softens a bit, kissing me. You are languid, like honey, your lips puffy and soft.\nYou turn away from me and pull up your pants, the clink of your belt sending shivers through me. I rush to grab some tissues from my pocket and clean up as best I can. I wasn't prepared for much of a mess. Usually you shoot off into the grass, if not my mouth. I pull up my jeans and rummage through the weeds and leaves for my shoe. You've turned toward me now, but you have yet to look me in the face. You are the nervous one now, eyes darting all around, cheeks flushed.\nMy body is still buzzing as we step wordlessly through the bushes and back to the path. Back to our boys. Back to the real world.\nWe stand at the edge of the sandbox and give the five minute warning. It is five agonizing minutes of silence. I sweep my fingers over my throat and it's like bursts of glitter through my body. I can feel your jizz running out of me and I start to giggle.\n\"What?\" you ask, half laughing and somewhat incredulous, finally breaking the quiet, finally looking at me again. I just bump you sideways and claim nothing, calling my guys over to leave.\n\"Next Tuesday, then?\" you ask.\nYes. Every Tuesday.\nYou watch me walk the entire way to the parking lot.\nI don't even know your last name." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Prompt: \"Explore the intense and passionate encounter between two lovers as they indulge in a series of erotic acts. Begin with a slow, sensual kiss that ignites their desire. Describe the protagonist's journey down their partner's body, lavishing attention on their breasts and nipples before reaching their eagerly anticipated destination - the wetness between their thighs. Delve into the various techniques employed to pleasure their partner's clit, from gentle circling to flicking and sucking. Highlight the moment when both partners reach an overwhelming climax, with one experiencing an explosive release while the other eagerly consumes every drop. Incorporate elements of dominance and submission as one partner takes control, relentlessly pounding the other until they are left trembling with pleasure. Transition seamlessly to oral pleasure, capturing the anticipation as one lover slides down onto the other's throbbing member. Explore themes of trust and connection as they engage in deep eye contact throughout this intimate act. Finally, depict a powerful mutual orgasm that leaves them breathless and completely fulfilled.\n\nTags: passionate kissing, breast play, nipple stimulation, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, dominant/submissive dynamics, deep penetration, squirting orgasm, fellatio with self-tasting element.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I start with a long slow kiss that builds to a passionate furry, working my way down your body. Licking and sucking you breasts. Nibbling your nipples. Slowly making my way down your stomach. Feeling your skin under my tongue and lips. I savor that first contact with your pussy.\nSometimes the moment dictates I go straight to your clit and suck hard. Circling it with my tongue. Although my favorite is when I can start slowly at the base of your cunt and work my way up. Parting your lips as I go. Not very deeply at first. I don't dare touch your button, not yet.\nThen I move my way back down and start over. A little deeper this time. I can't taste you, feel your wetness on the tip of my tongue. As I get to the top I lightly flick your clit, once. Then I move back to the bottom again.\nOne more time. Slowly, deeper. Hitting your inner folds this time. My lips make contact with yours. Wiggling my tongue back and forth as I go. Stopping at the top of you slit and plunging in as far as my tongue can go.\nI move on to your clit. Slowly licking, flat tongued. Stiffening the tip to circle it. Flicking it harder and harder. Making an O with my lips I suck you in. Giving your nub a little blow job. Using my tongue to play with it as I suck. Harder and harder.\nYou have your hands on my head. Pulling me in so I can't breathe. Making me drink you. Waiting for your climax. Praying for you to flood my mouth with your juices.\nYou let loose, unable to breath as you cum. Filling me with your most inner nectar. Making me swallow mouthful after mouthful. I don't want it to ever end.\nYou finally begin to relax and I slow my mouth and lick as much of your cum from you as I can. I know in a few moments you will be too sensitive for me to touch. I have to get it all before you push me away.\nAnd you do. Out of breath. Incoherent ramblings as you finally relax. I move up to your face to see your eyes are glossed over. You can barely keep them open. A small smile crosses your lips. You kiss me tasting your cum on my face.\nI move on top of you, you take my hard cock and slid it up and down your soaking gash. I know your ready when you stop moving me and let my head rest at your opening. I push my way in. Your so wet it's almost effortless but you are still tight. Hot, wet, tight. Your smell fills the room. You moan as I pull back out. Pushing forward, stretching your cunt. Slipping more of my length in to you.\nEach time I pull back out I can feel you try to keep me in. Pulling with your arms, hands, legs feet. Your pussy grips me, begging to be completely full.\nI push back in harder and faster this time. Almost bottomed out. Teasing you. Building you to another orgasm.\nI pull out again, this time leaving you totally empty. Replacing my cock with my mouth and fingers.\nWorking your g-spot, bringing you to that intense squirting orgasm you love. Watching you shake, your body tenses. Your try to fight me but I quickly drive my dick back into you.\nPounding you relentlessly. Not letting you come down.\nThen I stop. You relax. I roll over waiting for you to mount me. Needing to feel you grind your pussy on me.\nYou gather your strength and crawl over to me. I'm on my back. You start to slide your way up my legs stopping to give me a sly look just before you pop the head of my cock in your mouth.\nYou can't resist the opportunity to taste yourself on me. In my head I imagine your thinking how it would taste to clean another woman's juice off of me. That's another fantasy for another time.\nI focus on your lips as they stretch to accommodate my girth. Watching you slowly lower you mouth onto me. I'm harder than I have ever been now. I can feel you glide you tongue over the tip. You keep eye contact with me the whole time. I can't believe how hot and wet your mouth is. Almost as nice as your pussy.\nYou bounce your head up and down over and over again. Stopping from time to time to swallow me. Your nose resting on my groin.\nI have to stop you because I'm afraid I'll cum to soon. I want to feel you on top of me. I pull you up and kiss you, tasting us on your lips and tongue. It's intoxicating. I need to be inside you. As if you can read my mind I feel your hand reach between us and guide me to you dripping hole.\nYou lower yourself on to me. Moaning as you bottom out. Tired from our adventure you start rocking back and forth. Rubbing you clit on me. Savoring how full you are. How you can feel me touching every bit of you cunt, inside and out. You rock faster and faster, stopping to bounce up then down hard, rocking again. Your orgasm is building. It's different from the others. It's coming from a deeper place.\nYour breathing is faster, I know it's coming. The sounds you are making tell me it's about to happen. I hear a ragged whisper that you're going to cum. You can't catch your breath. You stop moving as you begin to shake uncontrollably.\nI can't hold on, you pussy muscles are milking me. My orgasm hits. I fill you with my cum. Our juices are running out of you. Hot, creamy.\nYou collapse on my chest. Out of breath, exhausted. A sensation of relief, relaxation, exhaustion. Completely satiated. Our orgasms subside. You roll off of me. I lay my hand on your mound to feel the heat and wetness of our coupling.\nWe drift to sleep. Contented. Blissful. Anticipating the next time we fuck." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "You are a renowned author specializing in long-form erotica. Create an engaging and immersive novel using the following prompt and associated tags ahead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Writing Prompt: Explore the passionate and erotic journey of a nerdy high school student who finally gets to live out his fantasies with his crush, Mary Jane. Dive into their first sexual encounter, where Mary Jane seduces him with her incredible breasts and dirty talk. Write a steamy scene that includes intense titfucking, mind-blowing blowjobs, and explosive cumshots on Mary Jane's face. Don't forget to incorporate sensual details such as the size of her breasts (38DDD), her sultry voice, and the streaks of cum covering her angelic face. Feel free to add tags such as \"first time,\" \"virginity,\" \"big tits,\" \"facial,\" and \"dirty talk\" to enhance the story's appeal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How can you ever forget your first love? I had to wait until I was a senior in high school, but I ended up living a dream of getting together with the girl on whom I had the biggest crush. I was a bit on the dorky side, and not so comfortable with girls, so most of the social types never really returned my interest. There was one girl who seemed interested in what I had to say. We worked together a lot on class projects and study groups. Maybe she was friends with me to help get a better grade, but she was intelligent enough to stand on her own and contributed a great deal to group work. I was 18 and of course horny all the time. This girl was my fantasy. She knew it, but waited for me to tell her before she made a move. When she did, it was the start of a long relationship that lasted well into college before it self-destructed. These stories are true and represent the sexual adventure roller coaster that was Mary Jane, my high school sweetheart.\nMary Jane had huge tits. Honestly, that was the thing that attracted me to her in the first place. I think everyone in the entire school was attracted to her tits. She was one of those wet dream types: short, slim and stacked. When I say stacked, I mean STACKED. She must have been a 38DDD, but with a 24 inch waist she looked like she was about to fall over. She wasn’t naïve about the appeal of her breasts. In fact, she used them to her advantage, flustering the teachers, flirting with classmates, and irritating other girls. They just couldn’t compete. Add to this hot figure the face of an angel and you have to wonder what she would ever see in a nerdy classmate like me.\nAnd yet she saw something. Or at least, she wanted me enough to encourage me to be more outgoing. Once I confessed my desire for her (though it must have been obvious) she responded in kind. . We were talking on the phone late into the night on her eighteenth birthday, and she convinced me to open up and tell her how I felt about her ‘as a birthday present’. Our conversations had often been sexual, but I always thought she just did it to see how uncomfortable I could get. Ever since my own 18th birthday in the fall, she had been teasing me about how I was legal and she wasn’t and that anything we did could be construed as statutory rape. That had been one of the things keeping me in check. I had been for the most part a ‘rules-follower’, so there was no way I was going to come close to breaking the law. She knew that, so used it to ratchet up the tension. As midnight passed and I was confessing to her how much I liked her and enjoyed spending time with her and thought about her all the time… I paused to say “Happy Birthday Mary Jane!”\nHer voice dropped into that sultry range that drove me crazy. “You know, now I’m 18. I’m totally legal.”\n“Yeah.”\n“Now there’s nothing stopping you from getting in my pants. And in my shirt.” She was teasing me. She let the implication hang there for a bit. “Now that we’re being honest about our feelings, I think it will be easier to move forward in other areas too.” Up to this point I had never had a girlfriend, let alone kissed a girl, so you can imagine what was going on in my teenaged head.\nWithin a week, the opportunity was there. Mary Jane was the last of eight kids and so her parents were pretty bored of the child-raising thing by the time she came along. They spent a great deal of time out of the country and figured Mary Jane could handle things on her own. They were actually horrible parents. You leave a kid that looks like that alone and who knows what kind of trouble she could get into. Oh wait… that’s the whole point of this story. Thank Goodness for horrible parents that through neglect turn their children into sexual deviants!!\nAnyway, that Friday night, we ended up alone in her house after a show. I had told my parents I would be hanging out with some friends who had invited me to come over. Mary Jane was changing into jeans and a t-shirt and I was trying not to stare at her amazing body. My cock was getting harder and harder as she was telling me about who had done what with whom in the cast. I was absolutely in a trance staring at her tits. Suddenly it was quiet.\n“What are you doing?” she asked.\n“Uhh.. nothing.” I tried to stay cool and hide the erection that was growing in my pants. “I was just staring off into space. Sorry”\n“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think you were staring at my tits.”\nI tried to downplay it, but the more she accused me the more she grabbed at them and then I noticed her start to smile.\n“It’s okay. I want you to stare at my tits. That’s what they are there for. Go ahead.” She started to spin around and make provocative poses. When she leaned over I could see down her shirt and into that magical cleavage. “Do you like them?”\n“yes…” I responded meekly.\n“What? I can’t hear you.”\n“Yes. I like your breasts.”\nShe started to laugh. Mary Jane came up close to me and repeated what I said. “You like my breasts? I don’t think so. These aren’t breasts.”\nI looked up at her with a question. It was really hard not to just stare at her chest right in front of my face. Her nipples were starting to poke through her bra and shirt and that smile was coming back again. Then she started to explain my mistake by referring to other girls in our class.\n“Do you really think these are breasts? Come on, give me a little credit. Natalie has breasts, nice ones in fact. So does Christy. Rachel and Michelle do too. Well… I guess you have to give Michelle the benefit of the doubt. Do you really think these are the same as theirs?”\n“Uhh.. no?”\n“Good. I’d hate to think you didn’t recognize what was in front of you.” She started to take off her shirt. “What we have here are the best” she was grabbing them and lifting them towards my face “biggest” she started to reach behind her to undo the clasp on her bra “finest” snap.. it started to fall away “largest” her hands were squeezing them as her bra fell away “TITS in the entire school.” My cock was about to rip through my pants. She looked down and noticed. Again the smile. “You can call them tits, hooters, knockers, jugs, or whatever you want.” She stepped closer until my face was about an inch from her cleavage. I had given up on looking at her face and was staring right at that beautiful rack in front of me. “But when you call them breasts I think you are selling them short. “Now… what do you have to say for yourself” With that she dropped her hands and placed them on my shoulder.\nIt was heaven. Her triple-D’s bounced away from her chest and she gently pulled me towards her cleavage. I had enough time to say “I love your tits” before I was buried in them. She straddled my legs on the bed and pushed me down on my back. She let her tits hang in front of my face and I attacked them with my lips, tongue and hands. She ground into my crotch. I could tell she liked what she felt of my cock straining inside my pants. I wasn’t sure what to do.\n“Mmmm… feels like you have something big too.” And she reached down to start taking my pants off. Before I could react, she had undone my zipper, reached in, and started stroking my dick. “This is amazing.”\n“Oh.. Mary Jane. What are you doing?” I wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced.\n“Don’t you know? Haven’t you done this before? With this cock I’m surprised you haven’t had most of the girls in the class already.”\n“Ummm… no I haven’t.”\nShe must have sensed my hesitation and fright because she immediately knew. “You’re a virgin?”\n“Totally.” I was sure she was going to stand up and put her clothes on. Instead she smiled and pumped my cock.\n“I always wondered what virgin cock tasted like”\n“Wha…”\nIt seemed like slow motion. She pumped my cock a little harder, leaned down, opened her mouth, and took my cock inside. It was amazing. Now, with 10 more years of experience, I can say that it was one of the best blowjobs I ever received, and not just because it was the first. But it was heavenly. Her auburn hair tickled my leg as her hot mouth moved back and forth over my cock. Her tongue was doing some sort of dance along the bottom and every time she pulled back she gave a loud smacking kiss to my cockhead.\n“Do you like it?” she said with a grin as she stroked my cock with her hand and brushed it against her cheek.\n“I love it! I’ve never..” I trailed off, not wanting to admit just how inexperienced I was.\nAfter a few more bobs and licks she pulled off again “You’ve never what?” I think she expected more compliments.\n“I’ve never felt anything like this.” If it hadn’t been for her constant stroking and just how hot her tits looked framing my cock I might have lost my erection from nerves. If anything I was harder than ever seeing my cock resting in her cleavage.\n“I love your tits.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. But she responded. She cradled my cock between her jugs and started rocking back and forth. I was nice and slick from all the sucking, so I slid in and out even as she applied pressure from the side.\n“How about this? Do you want to titfuck me?”\n“MMM.. Wow. Your tits are amazing. They surround me and .. oh God!!!”\nThe last part was cut off as she dipped her head down to suck on the end of my cock that was protruding between her tits and had been poking her in the chin. I thrust my hips up to enhance the titfucking and she moaned in pleasure.\n“That’s right baby.. you want to fuck my tits, don’t you? Do you want to pump your cock between them while I suck on it? I love the way your hard cock feels between my melons.”\nHer dirty talk sent me into overdrive.\n“Suck my dick. Yeah.. that’s right. Wow this is the most amazing thing. You are so hot with your mouth around my cock. Keep sucking.. yeah.. yeah.. look at me while you suck me. Show me how much you love my dick in your mouth. Grab your tits too, Mary Jane. Let me see you squeeze those jugs while you go deeper.”\nI thought I had said something wrong, since she backed off. But then she said “Deeper? You want deeper?” And she dove back down, only this time she didn’t stop. She didn’t come back up and instead kept pushing down and down until her lips were touching my balls. Her tongue snaked out and played with my balls as her throat caressed my cock. She disengaged and pulled back. With another smile, she went back. Again. And again. And again. Finally I was moaning louder and louder and calling out her name.\n“Are you ready?”\n“I feel like I’m going to explode!”\n“Perfect.. I want you to explode. I want you to let yourself go and just explode for me.” Her hand reached for my cock and started stroking faster and faster. She started staring at my cock and repeating over and over again “Cum for me baby.. cum just for me. I want your cum, I need your cum, give me your cum.” I was climbing higher and higher and then I felt the peak and the tightening in my balls. She felt it too.\n“Oh yeah baby.. cum for me. Let me see you explode.”\nI wanted to warn her that it was going to be messy. But I was too busy letting my eyes roll back, my toes curl up, and screaming out “I’m cumming!!!”\nThen I was awash in the most amazing feeling. My eyes closed instinctively and I felt like I was flying. I also felt like my cock had turned into a cannon as spurt after spurt of cum shot out of my dick. Mary Jane was moaning between my legs. I could feel her tits rubbing against my leg and her hand kept pumping my shaft.\n“Oh yes baby” she moaned. “Give me all your cum. Give it to me.” I kept shooting. She kept moaning. “More More More Ohmigod this is a lot of cum”.\nI stopped paying attention to the world and just let myself fly.\nWhen I opened my eyes again, I think it was about a minute later. I was still spasming from the orgasm and Mary Jane was still milking my cock for more cum. She gently squeezed from bottom to top and licked up the little amounts that came up. She was moaning to herself and grabbing at her own tits. When she looked up at me with a smile I almost spontaneously came again. She was absolutely covered in my cum!\nThere were streaks of it from the top of her head to the bottom of her tits. She was licking her fingers and gathering it from her nipples. She was still purring to herself. I must have been staring.\n“Do you like what you see? Do you like your cum on my face?”\n“Ohhh God…”\nShe started to pout. If you thought a busty teenager with cum on her face was sexy, try keeping your cool when she pouts. Her bottom lip stuck out and little strands of my cum created a little spider web in the newly created space. As she spoke I could see some of the cum still in her mouth. “Does that mean you don’t like it? I guess I did a bad thing and we’ll never do that again.”\n“Oh No.. Mary Jane that isn’t it at all. I loved it. You look amazing. I can’t believe it! I want to do it again! In fact.. just looking at you has me wanting to do it again right now. I can’t believe how sexy you look covered in my cum!”\nThat must have been the answer she wanted to hear. She grabbed for my cock and started stroking and licking it. I could feel her breasts against my legs and her nipples were hard little points. I reached down to feel her tits better as she swallowed my cock again. Her tits filled my hands to overflowing and I found myself grabbng at them as if they were pillows. Her moans around my cock told me she liked it. I pulled her up off of my cock and switched places with her, placing her seated on the bed as I knelt in front of her. I immediately dove for her breasts. I was mauling the left one as my hand explored the right. I soflty kissed her nipple and brought all of that titflesh together and licked both of them together. “MMM.. I love your tits.” I said through a mouthfull of wonderful hard nipple.\nShe pressed the back of my head, pulling me further into her tits. “Oh.. baby.. I love it. My tits are so sensitive today.” I looked up at her as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning.\nAs I was looking at her, she came out of the moan and looked straight into my eyes. I could see the cum shining still on her face. She saw me looking around her features and directed my face to the depths of her cleavage.\n“Ooh Yes.. right there. Make it nice and slick and wet. You’re gonna fuck these babys with that hard cock until you give me another load of cum! Keep licking.. Oh yes! I want your cock between my tits! Stand up baby and give me a proper boob bang.”\nHow could I turn her down. Her cleavage was glistening as I stood up with a raging hard-on. She leaned forward and brought her tits around my cock. “Now baby.. fuck my tits and cum on my face.!”\nAnd so I did. I started slowly.. easing in and out as she increased the pressure on the sides of her tits. Her moans spurred me on and my rhythm picked up. Her dirty mouth didn’t hurt either. Just watching that beautiful face under a load of cum spouting out phrases like “Use my tits” “Gimme that cum”, “I want more cock!” was a huge turn on. She had streaks of cum all over her face. There was one spurt that ran straight up the middle over her nose and forehead and into her auburn hair. Two more rose over her left cheek and pooled above her eyebrow. Another similar on the right cheek. Three or four didn’t make it all the way to her forehead but left pools of cum around her mouth and cheeks. She had cum in her hair on top and on the sides as she had pointed my cock all around her face like a cum machine gun. This was what I was looking at as I pounded my cock in between her massive boobs.\nSuddenly I felt the tingling rising in my balls. Something was grabbing onto my insides and trying to get out. I tried to warn her. “Mary Jane.. oh baby.. your tits.. oh baby.. I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna fucking cum for you”\n“Cum for me! Cum for me!”\nI don’t think she realized how close I was. The first shot cut her off in the middle of a “Cum for mmmm!” It splattered against her chin loud enough for me to hear it and started dripping back down onto my cock. The lubrication made the titfucking easier, but she quickly pulled my cock out and pointed it directly at her face.\nAnother spurt glanced off to the left and draped over her right ear and across her cheek. It actually went all the way to the wall behind her bed! “Yes!” she screamed. “More cum! More cum! I want all the cum inside your cock! CUM ON MY FACE!!!” While she was going crazy over my cum, I shot out another rope, this time aimed right into her mouth. She immediatley swallowed and opened up for more.\nI grabbed my cock from her and started jerking it off onto her forehead. I moved forward a little and made her lean her head down so I could deposit the rest of my load on her head. She LOVED it. “Oh yeah.. jack off on my face! Give it to me like you like it. Cum on my face! You want to cum on my forehead? Oh.. it’s dripping down my face.. more more more!!!!” I must have had seven more spurts of cum that I draped across her forehead so it would evenly drip down. I found that I loved the look of cum on a girls face. There was something primitive and sexy and absolutely submissive about her begging me to drop a load on her skin.\n“Wow.. amazing again. I think I have to take a break now.” My cock was already getting a little deflated even as I kept stroking it towards her outstreched tongue.\nShe was gorgeous. Sexy girl, bright smile, huge knockers, and two loads of MY cum on her face. She smiled at me and asked if I liked the view.\n“It is a work of art” I replied. “When do we get to do this again?”\nShe laughed and said “soon I hope. I have lots of ideas for what to do with that cock. It’s a regular fountain. We might have to wait, though. I’m a little tired.”\nI looked at the time and realized I needed to get home.\nShe saw the clock too and agreed. “You should go. If you get grounded how will I teach you how to fuck and eat pussy??” she said with a monster grin that made my dick rise again. “Easy boy.. no more tonight.. I’m worn out too. Now get dressed and go home and get some sleep. I like my cock well-rested and full of cum.”\nI leaned down to kiss her. Our tongues mingled in the middle as I grabbed her tits one last time. To return the favor she swallowed my cock as I was standing up. After a few bobs she stopped and said “Just something to remember me by. Good night baby.”\nWith a grin I pulled on my clothes and got ready to go home.\n“Aren’t you going to wash that off” I said.\n“Maybe later.. I want the last thing you see of me tonight to include the work of art you created on my face.” She blew me a kiss, walked me to the door, and sent me on my way towards home.\nOn the drive home I contemplated the evening’s events. This was the first time I had been sexual with a girl in any way, and I had managed to come away with amazing images, fucked the hottest tits in town, and twice cum all over my girlfriend’s face. Not only that, I had a near promise that I would lose my virginity soon. My mind was racing as I got home, snuck in quietly, and climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep imagining how hot it would be when we had another chance to get together and she followed up on that offer to teach me how to fuck and eat pussy.\nI turned out that I had to wait another week, but it was well worth it." } ]