This is a lovely little story about how I hope my Halloween goes tomorrow night.
S. -
It's Halloween. A. and I don't normally celebrate Halloween except by going to work(exciting, right?), but I think this Halloween will be different. As I was cruising the Victoria's Secret website the other day, I was simultaneously awed by the costumes, and appalled by the prices(97 dollars for a police outfit? I don't think so!). But something caught my eye....
A.-
Another day, another dollar, right? At least, that's what they tell me, but I don't think so! All of my hard earned cash seems to be flying away. I guess that's the price of having a wedding, right? Ah, well. Speaking of, I had better make sure that S. has candy to give to the little demons tonight. She gets off before I do, so I guess that'll be her job for tonight.
After going to the store, I make my way home thinking about the past week. S. and I haven't even had a chance to have sex all week because we've been so busy with work. Retirement sounds lovelier and lovelier and lovelier by the minute...
S.-
I hear the keys...
Penetrate.
Click.
Spin.
Pull.
Open.
"Shea, I'm home!" I hear Austin's voice boom through our apartment. I must stay quiet... He'll find me soon enough...
A.-
Where is she? Hmmmm....
S.-
I know it'll be moments before A. walks through the door. I hear his footsteps already. My body shakes, already wanting to feel my husband pulse inside of me, but I need to keep my composure.... My nipples are hard, my breasts taut....
A.-
I walk into our bedroom to find S. on our bed in an outfit that every man fantasizes about, but no man ever receives. S. is my little bunny, and I'm ready to ravage her...
S.-
A. walked over to me in what felt like slow motion. He brushed the hair from my neck to bring his mouth closer to my ear. I felt his warm calloused fingers trace down my arm as he pressed himself into my back. I could feel how hard he was already getting just from seeing me in my black bunny suit. My ass instinctively pressed back against his erection... He's so hard... I notice A.'s cock straining against his jeans. Those need to go....
Before I realized what was happening, A. began to kiss me wildly, biting my lips while I clawed at his back.
A.-
My hands hook the sides of that thin piece of fabric called underwear, and slide them down where they now lay at my feet.
Where's my shirt?
My jeans?
Does it matter?
No.
S.-
In an instant, he was in me. I'm so wet that he slid his thick length inside of me easily. He pushed in and out while working my clit with one hand, and moved his other hand over my now naked breasts. When did that happen? No matter. A. pulls at my nipples, rolling them between his dexterous fingers as he pushes his hard cock deeper inside of me. Each thrust of his cock sends me deeper and deeper into ecstasy.
I feel his hard muscles form around my soft curves. My breasts are taut with pleasure, my nipples peak out begging to be sucked on.
My boobs ripple with the bouncing motion as A. pushes his cock into my wet pussy. I grab at them, desperate to feel their suppleness.
Love.
Lust.
Sweet ecstasy.
It's ours.
Before I knew it, I was cumming. I felt A. begin to orgasm quickly after me, clawing at my breasts, yelling my name. I yelled his too. We're one. I am his, and he is definitely mine. Our bodies are tangled, sweat, love, tears, it's ours.
-S.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Cold Night Erotica - A.
The following erotica takes place tomorrow October 31st, 2012. It portrays what I expect to be doing, feeling, and thinking down to the letter.
It's a cold day. And I'm outside. And I'm cold.
Its the kind of cold that feels like it seeps past my skin. My bones feel cold.
I'm wearing fingerless gloves, a grey jacket, jeans, and warm boots. The jacket smells like wood and metal, a result of working outside for a few hours. I opted for the gloves knowing it would be cold and I would be running cables all night, a job my palms don't enjoy. They make me feel like I can still work, even in this
bitter.
crisp.
cold.
I kneel and wrap another cable up. Over, under, over, under, to preserve the life and prevent breakages. Over, under, over, under.... My life for the last hour of my workday. All the kids are gone by this point. It's just the rest of the staff and me, cleaning up our gear, putting it away. No one says much, except for the chatterboxes who never shut up. The moon is nearly full, and large. I wonder why it's so low on the horizon at this hour.
I tramp across the parking lot, deposit the cable next to a dis-assembled carmel apple stand, and walk back to the tent to continue wrapping. The lighted "Fall Festival" sign came down a long time ago, and the yellow lamp lights keep us moving. Over, under, over, under....
I start the car and sigh. After 50 cables, 4 miles of walking, 3 screw-ups to cover up, and 2 cups of cider, I can head home. My hands and feet feel like they're holding onto the cold. I pull out and spend the next ten minutes driving quietly. My phone vibrates when I'm pulling up to my door, my headlights casting stark shadows.
"Come over. I feel like some company."
I sigh with more emphasis and put the car in drive. S. can be high-maintenance sometimes, and I know better than to ignore the request. I'll still be able to grab a hot shower to get rid of the cold inside of me, and maybe some food. I guess it's not all bad....
I pull up, grab my back, and heave my aching bones out of the car. I shuffle up to the door and push it open. I figured it wouldn't be locked.
I slowly walk up the stairs. The house is quiet, and the lights are off. The family S. is staying with took a vacation, but I expected her to be up and coming to greet me. I walk to the end of the hall, my cold-filled feet moving slower than usual. I open the door and am greeted by....
Glitter.
The moment makes me stop in shock. I just went from working hard and steadily in the cold to walking into a cloud of glitter. S.'s laugh brings me back, and I dust off my eyes to see a surreal scene.
S. is standing in the middle of her room. To the right, her bed is covered in pillows and devoid of the usual blankets. To the left, a few warm battery-powered lanterns hang, bathing the room in a warm glow. The floor is a mess of glitter and all manner of stuff. Panties, bras, and pajamas litter the entire room. A set of speakers normally on her bedside table is sitting on the floor. And in the middle of it all, there is one folding chair facing a floor-to-ceiling pole.
S. is standing to one side of the pole, her leg wrapped around it. Her hair is wild and tangled. Her eyes are done in super-dark, bold colors. She is wearing a sheer black lace tank top, one that clings to her like a second skin. Underneath are some red panties that make her ass... pop. As far as I can tell, there isn't a bra holding back her large breasts from moving. I look her up and down, a smile growing. The chill in my bones is still there, but my skin is feeling flushed. She glares and smiles at the same time, a grand wicked look.
"Sit down, dear."
I see no reason to protest.
I sit, and she starts a song. A s sultry tune with a female lead. It seems to be more of a female porn star lead, since the track is loud with thumping bass and punctuated by the singer moaning and gasping phrases like "Oh, yeah!"
S. spins and bends over slowly, letting her butt wriggle a circle in the air. She looks over her shoulder with that same wicked look and runs a finger over her crotch and down her leg. She straightens just as slowly, and walks a slow circle, letting long heels punch the ground. The song bursts into a chorus, a cacophony of sensual guitars and screaming from the girl.
S. grabs her breasts and squats down in front of me, her legs splayed. Just as slowly as before, she stands and walks to the pole. A grab, a pull, and she's swung around the entire thing to come resting her back on it, in front of me.
Her face changes, her legs bend and spread, she leans back on the pole more as her legs come further from it. She pulses her body up and down in rhythm, rubbing herself and contorting her face in pleasure to turn me on. It's working fairly well.
My cock has grown hard and strains against the jeans. I've grown slightly thicker in the past months, and it's made hiding an erection next to impossible. S. sees, and smiles. Before I know what's happened, she's walked over and ripped most of my clothes off. My black boxers do a horrible job of hiding my dick, and S. isn't blind. Her eyes widen a little at the bulge, but she quickly recovers. She bends forward, letting her breasts ripple with the movements. I am pushed back by my shoulders, and she rubs her body up mine. The song begins to build more heat, the singer clearly in ecstasy the musicians helping her.
S. spins, and does a pseudo-belly dance in front of my. My cock jumps and grows, and she notices. Before her next revolution, she sits low and pushes her ass right onto my rock-hard dick. She gasps as the width spreads her open, her panties stretched and tearing slightly. She moves in sensual circles, moaning as I begin to make grunts and groans of pleasure. My cock is being caressed by her softness, and I love every second of it.
She strips her shirt off, and my hands find her breasts immediately They are warm and free-moving today, letting me create ripples and waves. I fondle them as she moves harder, her body less graceful and more instinctively hungry at this point. Her pussy throbs against me when it passes over my cock, making me harder. I moan and pull her around just the way I like, letting every body part get a chance. I'm so desperate to fuck this bitch....
She gets up and makes a move for the pole. I spring up and grab her, throwing her onto the bed of pillows face first. She gasps, my cock is out, her panties slide down over her ass and legs, I line up, and I push with all my might to give my fat, throbbing cock to her wet pussy, and JUST as I pass through her deliciously full lips...
I wake with a gasp in my car, blinking and sweating. I sit up and frantically whip my head around before coming back to the real world. I'm in my car, the engine running, alone in the parking lot by the venue I worked that night. I sit up and take a deep breath. I must have dozed off from the fatigue...
I put the car in drive, sit up and stretch my neck, and pull out onto the dark highway. I share it with one or two other cars, the drivers equally sleepy. The radio remains off. I'd prefer to listen to the sound the cool air makes over my windshield, the whispers of the day.
I pull up to my house, the headlights casting stark shadows. I sigh, same as before, and look at my phone. No messages wait for me. My beautiful partner went to sleep well over an hour ago, and is warm and dreaming. I hope it's about me tonight.
My backpack goes over my shoulder, my car beeps, and I'm walking up to my front door. I turn the lock quietly and make straight for my bathroom. Food can wait, but the cold in my bones is feeling heavier by the second.
I turn on the hot water and sit on the tiled floor, letting it pour over me. I don't think I want to get out. My head falls against the wall, and I close my eyes.
It's a cold day. And I'm outside. And I'm cold.
Its the kind of cold that feels like it seeps past my skin. My bones feel cold.
I'm wearing fingerless gloves, a grey jacket, jeans, and warm boots. The jacket smells like wood and metal, a result of working outside for a few hours. I opted for the gloves knowing it would be cold and I would be running cables all night, a job my palms don't enjoy. They make me feel like I can still work, even in this
bitter.
crisp.
cold.
I kneel and wrap another cable up. Over, under, over, under, to preserve the life and prevent breakages. Over, under, over, under.... My life for the last hour of my workday. All the kids are gone by this point. It's just the rest of the staff and me, cleaning up our gear, putting it away. No one says much, except for the chatterboxes who never shut up. The moon is nearly full, and large. I wonder why it's so low on the horizon at this hour.
I tramp across the parking lot, deposit the cable next to a dis-assembled carmel apple stand, and walk back to the tent to continue wrapping. The lighted "Fall Festival" sign came down a long time ago, and the yellow lamp lights keep us moving. Over, under, over, under....
I start the car and sigh. After 50 cables, 4 miles of walking, 3 screw-ups to cover up, and 2 cups of cider, I can head home. My hands and feet feel like they're holding onto the cold. I pull out and spend the next ten minutes driving quietly. My phone vibrates when I'm pulling up to my door, my headlights casting stark shadows.
"Come over. I feel like some company."
I sigh with more emphasis and put the car in drive. S. can be high-maintenance sometimes, and I know better than to ignore the request. I'll still be able to grab a hot shower to get rid of the cold inside of me, and maybe some food. I guess it's not all bad....
I pull up, grab my back, and heave my aching bones out of the car. I shuffle up to the door and push it open. I figured it wouldn't be locked.
I slowly walk up the stairs. The house is quiet, and the lights are off. The family S. is staying with took a vacation, but I expected her to be up and coming to greet me. I walk to the end of the hall, my cold-filled feet moving slower than usual. I open the door and am greeted by....
Glitter.
The moment makes me stop in shock. I just went from working hard and steadily in the cold to walking into a cloud of glitter. S.'s laugh brings me back, and I dust off my eyes to see a surreal scene.
S. is standing in the middle of her room. To the right, her bed is covered in pillows and devoid of the usual blankets. To the left, a few warm battery-powered lanterns hang, bathing the room in a warm glow. The floor is a mess of glitter and all manner of stuff. Panties, bras, and pajamas litter the entire room. A set of speakers normally on her bedside table is sitting on the floor. And in the middle of it all, there is one folding chair facing a floor-to-ceiling pole.
S. is standing to one side of the pole, her leg wrapped around it. Her hair is wild and tangled. Her eyes are done in super-dark, bold colors. She is wearing a sheer black lace tank top, one that clings to her like a second skin. Underneath are some red panties that make her ass... pop. As far as I can tell, there isn't a bra holding back her large breasts from moving. I look her up and down, a smile growing. The chill in my bones is still there, but my skin is feeling flushed. She glares and smiles at the same time, a grand wicked look.
"Sit down, dear."
I see no reason to protest.
I sit, and she starts a song. A s sultry tune with a female lead. It seems to be more of a female porn star lead, since the track is loud with thumping bass and punctuated by the singer moaning and gasping phrases like "Oh, yeah!"
S. spins and bends over slowly, letting her butt wriggle a circle in the air. She looks over her shoulder with that same wicked look and runs a finger over her crotch and down her leg. She straightens just as slowly, and walks a slow circle, letting long heels punch the ground. The song bursts into a chorus, a cacophony of sensual guitars and screaming from the girl.
S. grabs her breasts and squats down in front of me, her legs splayed. Just as slowly as before, she stands and walks to the pole. A grab, a pull, and she's swung around the entire thing to come resting her back on it, in front of me.
Her face changes, her legs bend and spread, she leans back on the pole more as her legs come further from it. She pulses her body up and down in rhythm, rubbing herself and contorting her face in pleasure to turn me on. It's working fairly well.
My cock has grown hard and strains against the jeans. I've grown slightly thicker in the past months, and it's made hiding an erection next to impossible. S. sees, and smiles. Before I know what's happened, she's walked over and ripped most of my clothes off. My black boxers do a horrible job of hiding my dick, and S. isn't blind. Her eyes widen a little at the bulge, but she quickly recovers. She bends forward, letting her breasts ripple with the movements. I am pushed back by my shoulders, and she rubs her body up mine. The song begins to build more heat, the singer clearly in ecstasy the musicians helping her.
S. spins, and does a pseudo-belly dance in front of my. My cock jumps and grows, and she notices. Before her next revolution, she sits low and pushes her ass right onto my rock-hard dick. She gasps as the width spreads her open, her panties stretched and tearing slightly. She moves in sensual circles, moaning as I begin to make grunts and groans of pleasure. My cock is being caressed by her softness, and I love every second of it.
She strips her shirt off, and my hands find her breasts immediately They are warm and free-moving today, letting me create ripples and waves. I fondle them as she moves harder, her body less graceful and more instinctively hungry at this point. Her pussy throbs against me when it passes over my cock, making me harder. I moan and pull her around just the way I like, letting every body part get a chance. I'm so desperate to fuck this bitch....
She gets up and makes a move for the pole. I spring up and grab her, throwing her onto the bed of pillows face first. She gasps, my cock is out, her panties slide down over her ass and legs, I line up, and I push with all my might to give my fat, throbbing cock to her wet pussy, and JUST as I pass through her deliciously full lips...
I wake with a gasp in my car, blinking and sweating. I sit up and frantically whip my head around before coming back to the real world. I'm in my car, the engine running, alone in the parking lot by the venue I worked that night. I sit up and take a deep breath. I must have dozed off from the fatigue...
I put the car in drive, sit up and stretch my neck, and pull out onto the dark highway. I share it with one or two other cars, the drivers equally sleepy. The radio remains off. I'd prefer to listen to the sound the cool air makes over my windshield, the whispers of the day.
I pull up to my house, the headlights casting stark shadows. I sigh, same as before, and look at my phone. No messages wait for me. My beautiful partner went to sleep well over an hour ago, and is warm and dreaming. I hope it's about me tonight.
My backpack goes over my shoulder, my car beeps, and I'm walking up to my front door. I turn the lock quietly and make straight for my bathroom. Food can wait, but the cold in my bones is feeling heavier by the second.
I turn on the hot water and sit on the tiled floor, letting it pour over me. I don't think I want to get out. My head falls against the wall, and I close my eyes.
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