Random Erotica

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I let the water get into every gap, enjoying how the waves of warm liquid spray all over me before lathering up more shower gel and running my fingers through my hair. If this were a commercial I'd be the hot girl that says something sassy at the end. I'm the hot girl that tries not to fool around in the shower, so I wash the rest of my body and get out before I get too comfortable.
Still wet, I give myself a once over in the mirror satisfied that even though I'm 28 all the hard work and training has me looking at least 22. My mother used to make us walk the four miles to school every day. I commend her for that.

It's late and I have no desire to sleep. As I enter the bedroom my eyes zip around until they find what they're looking for. In seconds I'm scrolling through my phonebook, the light from my cordless handset illuminating the room more than the subtle desk lamp next to the laptop. It doesn't take long to find his number, call him, hang up; and begin creaming my body. I love myself and it shows as I lovingly caress the lotion into every inch of my being. The application of any kind of skin cream should be done with tender love and care otherwise we might as well not bother.
After several minutes I hear the scratching sound of someone lifting the potted plant by the front door, the awkward fumble with an unfamiliar key, and the distant creak and thud of the front door opening and shutting again.

He followed my instructions well. Don't rush up, take your time, let the moment drag out a little; I'm up here naked and glistening already unwrapped and ready.
The bedroom door opens slowly and his frame crowds the doorway, enough man for a four course work-out that doesn't involve foreplay.
I told him not to utter a word, he doesn't. I told him to stand in the doorway and gaze at my naked breasts, bare thighs. He does.
I told him not to come over and touch me, but he ignores that and places a warm hand on my hip, his long thick fingers touching the base of my back, top of my ass.

I told him to kiss my left breast, but he kisses me softly on the lips first, moves a few strands of wet hair off my shoulder and kisses the nape of my neck, then upward until his warm breath is near my ear lobe. A sharp chill runs down my spine and I stand rigid as the sensation of his lips on my ear reach my vagina and I begin to feel the warmth of my crutch increase several degrees. I told him not to kiss me there but he does it anyway.

He moves around me, bends down and places hot wet kisses along the length of my lower back. I can't help but turn around so his nose slots neatly between my legs. The peachy aroma of my shower gel hits him square on and sets alight his appetite. His tongue, warm and long, touches me gently as more of the fruity fragrance beckons him inside. I oblige. Legs parted and back pressed up against the once, cold bedroom wall.
First his jacket, then T-shirt, come off exposing his skin for the first time. I try to touch his shoulders and end up grabbing the back of his head, pulling him deeper. His tongue makes intricate shapes at the opening of my pussy that feel like traces of words he's writing orally.
I told him not to make me scream, so he stretches out a hand and covers my mouth before I begin to curse.

He pins me with just his jaw, the force mixed with the deftness of his stroke is unbearable. My thoughts trip over themselves as my body pulsates and spasms with each brush stroke.
As though he can read me he breaks away and pulls me to the bed. He doesn't allow me to hit the mattress and instead, guides me gently onto my back. How all his clothes came off I can't figure out. 

His naked body blemished only by several scars he refuses to tell me about.
I lay waiting as he climbs onto the bed and lies next to me. A blanket of heat separate and binds us as we lay side by side.
I take the initiative and mount him, sliding my vagina and all its warmth over him like a soft thermal blanket. He makes a sound, if only to betray how good he feels inside me.

The sweet fruity fragrance fills my nostrils for a second and I exhale and inhale deeply squeezing my pelvic wall hard enough to make him grab my waist. I own him now, and my movements are punishing yet gentle, strong and graceful, all at once. The power of my moist walls turns me on as much as it makes him want to erupt.
I stop briefly as the distance to my orgasm draws closer with even the tiniest of movements.
His back arches and pushes all of himself inside me violently and I push back even harder no longer wanting to hold back, and for a blissful length of time, we yield.