Thursday, February 21, 2013

Random Attempt At an Erotic Story Part 2

Read part 1 here:

The whole scene is unfolding like a flash of light. So many emotions and movements are stacking up on each other, packed neatly with body heat and wrapped tightly with fluids begging to be resealed.

One second we were gazing into each other’s eyes, and the next she’s sucking on my upper lip with the vigor of a wild lioness. Still bent over while kissing me, I stand up and bring my body closer to hers. I break the kiss momentarily to take off my glasses, but she holds my glasses-wielding arm and stops me from continuing my motion.

“Leave them on.”

I waste no time in obliging, and she pushes her face again into mine. Her lips are pushing mine so hard that she’s creating enough friction to cause steel to melt. Instinctively, she unbuttons the top of my shirt with a sense of urgency; it felt like she would rip the damn things off. Not that I would mind at this point.

I interrupt her undressing of my gown by kissing her hard and moving her to a desk stacked with documents and metals. With one fell swoop of my arm, I push away all the items and let them fall on the floor. I can’t extend good treatment to all those papers right now; it’s my cock’s turn to be handled gently.

I lay her on the-now empty table while I kiss her. In an attempt to advance things happen, I grab her top and remove it completely off, leaving her in a black bra. One of my hands brushes her bare abs while the other touches her cheek. I stop kissing her and I go after her neck. While I work my hand up from her stomach to her breasts, I start to suck with as little force as I can. Tease is my middle name.

As soon as I suck for the first time, I hear a soft moan from her. I look up at her face and her eyes are closed with her voluptuous lips wide open. I go in again a little harder, and her moaning gets stronger with each attempt at suction. It was so intense that she wrapped me with her arm and buried her my face into my neck. Her hot breath with each moan makes me even more worked-up.

“I want you, Denver. I want you inside me.”

She sits up and takes off her bra to reveal her supple white hills of marvel, and the icing on the cake is her sweet pink nipples. Like a hungry hyena, I proceed to devour them as she holds my head between her arms. She also strokes my hair throughout it all. I am her baby, and I am drinking from her fountain of youth.

I slide my warm hand inside the back of her panties to feel her smooth, elastic buttocks. She moans with extreme joy as I suck on her nipples, and then I want her to feel even more pleasure, so I move my hand from ass to her womanhood. It’s warm and moist; a painting that needs care and service. In an effort to pleasure her even further, I start rubbing in a circular motion that drives her crazy.

This time, her eyes are wide open with raw blinding cheerfulness, as if she is staring into the heavens. She aids me by releasing her belongings, throwing aside her jeans and undies. I go faster and harder and she grips me hard, feeling as intensely intimate as I am.

Delilah lets out a screaming moan with her mouth agape. She then gives me a deep kiss and takes off my pants.

“It’s your turn now.”

Oh shit, this is totally happening.

I’m out here pitching a very visible tent in my boxer-briefs as she kneels in front of me. Throughout all this, I keep hoping this isn’t a dream of sorts that’s trolling me. I stop thinking when she unleashed my stiff member, breaking it free from its cotton cage.

My throbbing 8-inches of man-meat should be up to the task. She looks at it for a few seconds before grasping it. Her eyes close as she wraps her lips tightly around the tip of my penis. After testing the waters with one movement of suction, she sees how sensitive my nerve-endings are when I moan with closed eyes. She opens her eyes and looks at my slyly, basking in the power she holds in her mouth. After a few minutes of powerful blowing, I ask her to stop before I turn her face into a glazed donut.

Back to the table it is.

“As weird as this may sound, I’ve never done this before,” I admit to her.

“Not bad for a virgin. You got me off so well,” she replies.

“Just lay down on the table and relax. I’ll do all the work.”

Just as my bare bottom gets use to the harsh cold of table, Delilah positions herself on top of me, never letting go of my cock. With all the care in the world, she slowly penetrates herself using my own member, and her facial expression changes with every solid inch.

She lowers herself on it and then raises herself up again. We both moan as the passion and pace speed up. My penis feels raw as hell, and then feels pleasure along with it. I don’t want to come yet, so I flip her over and now I’m the one on top.

I lower the tempo and she’s clearly frustrated. She wants to get off so badly, but I’m not letting her. Not unless I’m involved, too. I tease her like that for a couple of minutes before I go full throttle. Surprised my sudden increase in velocity, she whimpered so hard even she was surprised at herself. Wanting to be a bigger part of this, she sits up right on my lap while I’m fucking her. As I keep thrusting, I start to kiss her again. Her lips are so warm as she wraps her arms around me again and she moans into my mouth. I move down to suckle at her breasts again when she whispers to me.

“I’m close.”

I got back and kiss her again with the same force I’m fucking her with and she’s outright screaming. Her sobs get louder and louder as I’m getting close myself.

“Yes, Denver. Yes!”

“Oh, Delilah!”

Seconds later, she screams in both pain and gratification with her body turning completely stiff as I plant my seeds of pleasure inside her and I moan simultaneously. We stop moving as both our bodies have become paralyzed from the sheer force of extreme satisfaction. I lie on my side and she on hers next to me. I plant one finals kiss on her lips as I try to digest the events that took place this evening.

This was enough for me to designate Presidents’ Day as my favorite holiday.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Random Attempt At an Erotic Story Part 1

In nights like these, everyone is having fun except for me. It’s Presidents Day and most institutions have the day off from work and school, including my own university. However, there is always work to be done around the lab. Fuck these labs. It's 9 o'clock and I’d rather be grinding a piece of hot ass, not a piece of cold steel. At least I wouldn’t need goggles for protection. Not unless she’s a squirter.

I finish analyzing yet another alloy; it’s made of reinforced steel and a hint of cadmium. This should do wonders for the car industry. The whole prospect of it creating a revolutionary alloy excites me so badly you would think Rosie Jones was lying butt-naked on my office desk, her smooth curves purifying the polished wooden table. I better go record this data on the computer before I get too carried away.

That’s when Delilah walks into my life.

Actually, she has been a part of my life for a while, albeit an obscure part. We both work long hours doing research and serving as teaching assistants in the department. Needless to say, she’s very pretty and is desired by many of my colleagues, male and female. She balances fun and work quite well courtesy of a sharp mind and a lovely personality. It makes her that much hotter.

“I thought you were off for the night,” I say as I try to keep calm and cool. Heart palpitations are such an inconvenience. She stands by the door while I sit behind the computer.

“There were a lot of parties tonight and I had a couple of drinks,” she says. “But I sobered up enough to remember that I had unfinished business.”

Her strawberry blonde hair shines under the fluorescent lights, and her pale blue eyes pierce through my soul. However, her husky voice, which is reminiscent of leading ladies of ‘40s film noir movies, is what does it for me. Hello Mr. Stiffy.

“What have you been working on?” I ask her, trying to maintain composure.

“I forgot to analyze my sample for iron content. I don’t need for it to break when the investors take it home with them.”

Delilah moves away from the door in my direction.

“Would you mind taking a look at some of my research?” she asks softly.

“By all means,” I oblige by moving a little to the side. “But only if you looks at mine.”

“Let me see.” She lets out the words with a raspy breath as she bends over to read my Word file. Covering her was a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top. Her cleavage is voluptuous and inviting.

“Oh my god!” she moans as the realization grabs her attention. Her face glows with brilliance and wonder.

Turning to look at me, she cannot hide her excitement.

“Denver, this is amazing. This alloy can be used for cars, ships, planes and buildings without failing. It’s extraordinary.”

“I hope it’s used for good. I couldn’t bare the guilt if it’s used to hurt someone.”

Delilah extends a slender arm, stationing her hand on my shoulder.

“You have such a good heart and a bright mind,” she informs me. “Now that I have a good look at you, I can see that you’re kind of cute, too.”

Her face turns red, and that causes mine to blush, as well.

“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. Now I feel embarrassed,” she exclaims as she looks away and covers her mouth with a hand, half-smiling throughout the exchange.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Delilah. Your heart is much kinder than mine; believe me. And your intellect dwarfs that of any of our professors. Plus, you don't look too bad yourself.”

I place my own hand over hers and a spark goes through the space between them. The feeling draws an astonished look on my face, and it does the same to hers. We look into each other’s eyes for a good five seconds before I notice our faces inching closer to each other.