Erotic Brainstorming

This wasn’t meant to be a post.  I wrote a series of memories, fantasies and images that have run through my mind while getting off, planning to eventually turn one or more into stories.  But when I read the list over, I decided the snippets were worth sharing in their current rough and unfinished form.

 

His eyes widen as he takes in the array of sex toys on the bed, nightstand and bathroom counter. “See anything you like?” she asks playfully.  “Most definitely”, he answers…but now his gaze is fixed on her.   He picks up a small vibrator, studies it for a moment, then says “Show me how you use this one first.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

I’m straddling my partner, riding him hard and fast.  He’s trying to hold back, but his breathing is fast and ragged, he’s on the edge.  I could slow down, draw things out, but that’s not the mood I’m in tonight.  I don’t care that he wants to go on, I want this to end on my terms. “Give it to me now!” I gasp, looking directly into his half-closed eyes.  My words shred what remains of his restraint.  He lets out a guttural moan, hips bucking beneath me.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

Her heart pounds.  She can hear people walking through the parking lot, mere feet away from the van.  The thrill of their proximity and the feeling of him hard and hot in her mouth has her pussy dripping wet.  Without removing her lips from his cock, she looks up to see if he has noticed the passersby. “They can’t see us,” he whispers, “Now be a good girl and don’t stop until you’ve swallowed every drop.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

Bent over with my chest resting on the bed, I feel him behind me, kissing and licking his way down my spine.  I’m hyper-aware of every detail… the warm wetness of his tongue, the deep blood red of the sheets, the unsteady rhythm of my breathing.  He steps back, then caresses my backside with the velvet-smooth silicone paddle.  I was anticipating a sharp, stinging smack, the gentle touch comes as a surprise.  Then, when I’ve let my guard drop, he suddenly raises the paddle and brings it down hard.  The sound registers a millisecond before the delicious pain sets in.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

He slides a hand beneath her skirt, slowly up her thigh, past the delicate lace edge of her stocking. He is surprised to feel how wet she is, and by the absence of other undergarments. “I thought you said you weren’t expecting anything to happen tonight,” he says with amusement.  “I wasn’t,” she insists, struggling to maintain her composure as his finger deftly rubs her clit. “You’ve made the faulty assumption that this isn’t my everyday office attire.  Or lack thereof…”.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

He kneels on the bed between my legs, holding my bound wrists pinned over my head.  “Time for a new game,” he says.  “I’m going to let go of your arms now, but don’t you dare move.”  I feel the physical pressure on my arms release, but his command is an equally effective restraint.  I lie perfectly still, legs spread, arms over my head, awaiting his next move.  “Very good,” he says. “Now let’s test your control.  I’m going to lick your pussy, but any time you make even the slightest movement or sound, I’ll stop.  If you behave, I’ll let you come.  If I have to stop more than three times, no orgasms for you tonight.” 

So there you have it… the seeds of a half dozen erotic tales.   I’d love to get your input about which fragment should get the full story treatment first!

No Comments Yet.

Write a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *