Seduce Exotic Erotica

by Ella Hilton

  My attention is averted to my pussy as it starts to throb powerfully. It is almost painful. I need to be filled. I need you inside me. I straddle you. Your cock is hard and pointed at my pussy, poised for entry. I don't touch it with my hands. I just let it find its target like the heat seeking missile that it is. The head finds the opening. The head of your cock is immediately covered with the juices oozing from me more and more with each pulsation of my inner walls. My pussy is opening and closing…inviting you in. To come in and feel the warmth; the close, pulsating walls; the sticky cream that only you generate in such abundance.

  I slide down on your cock, down slowly, deliberately…farther and farther until it touches the tip of the inside of me…with still more to go until I reach the bottom of you. Pushing down further, I have all of you in me at last. The head of your cock is pressing against my cervix. My bare mound rests against your pubis. I feel your hair against me. I feel your cock filling the inside of me. I rise on it, slowly so that we feel the opposite of what was just felt. When I can go no higher, and drop back to where I was…and sit there and savor the feeling again. My pussy spontaneously squeezes you. Then, I start to ride you, up and down, pumping you. You meet my strokes with your own…lifting your ass from the seat and back in rhythm with me.

  We are pumping now. My eyes start to water. My face contorts, my mouth opens to form a scream, but I must not scream. I am losing my breath…tears are streaming from my eyes. I quiver, then shake, then finally, I convulse and buck. I am cumming. I have to hold onto you. I am afraid, happy, breathless, weightless. I pull you to me for strength. I bury my face in your neck. I have to yell, or scream, or cry out. I go down onto you as far as I can and push there as if I could go farther. My body stiffens. I can no longer move. My orgasm takes over me. I am no longer in control. I scream into your neck, "I am cumming." But you already know. You feel the walls of my pussy squeezing your cock as if it were trying to milk the cum from you. My orgasm lasts forever…and not long enough.

  You push me back into the seat and push my legs far apart and look down at me from between them. I gain enough composure to look at you. You begin to move toward me, between my legs, above me, looking at me as you approach. Oh God, I am cumming again at the very sight of you mounting me…that beautiful sight that I can never see too often. How much can I take? Tears swell again. I am panting moans. You are above me now. You slide your cock into me and lay down atop me. I feel your body against mine. Your face in my neck, your chest, your arms against mine…pulling me in, your cock and strong pubis banging into me. I wrap my thighs around your back and pull you closer in. You continue to pump me. I pump you right back. I run my hands along your back, from the narrow part just above your ass, up as it widens to your shoulders. Another wave hits me. I can't breath. I don't want to. I only want to feel this, you, your cock, my orgasm. I cannot hear, see, or think. I can only feel…and it feels wonderful.

  As you continue to pump into me tears flow down my cheeks. They are voluntary and involuntary. Another climactic wave flows over me. I have to breath. I have to get control. You are sending me further out. But I don't want to come back. I don't want this to end. You rise up and look down at me. I look into your eyes. I see my secrets reflected back at me. You know me. You lean down and softly kiss me. My head is getting lighter. My body is trembling. I bury my face against you. I hold on as tightly as I can until I can't any longer. I become weak. I have no more control. My head falls back. I let go…I sink into the seat with you still in me, on me, surrounding me with your body, your heat, your sensuality. It is more than I can stand. I drift away softly.

  "Bunny. Hey…Bunny, are you OK?" I hear your voice. I open my eyes and see you there above me. I smile. God, yes, My Thrill…I am fine. And so are you.

  The End.

  Lover in a Strange Land

  A crack of thunder woke her. In a flash of lightening she could see that the window had blown open. A puddle was forming on the floor as the rain poured in. A short internal discussion and she decided that getting out of her warm bed was worth not having to clean the mess up in the morning.

  Quick race across the room, slam the window shut and double check the lock. Dive back into bed, and wiggle toes into the warmth. As she settled back into the bed, a motion in the corner caught her eye. A lightening flash and she could clearly see the man moving towards her bed. Her mind raced, her hand automatically went to the bedside lamp, only to be caught almost before it moved. He grabbed the other hand as it rose to fight, and sat heavily on her lap, trapping her legs. Her mouth opened to scream and another flash of lightening revealed his face.

  What an idiot! Didn't he know she could have hurt him!! Why didn't he just tell her who he was? She relaxed immediately, and a smile broke across her face. But when she went to speak, to scold him for playing such a trick, his mouth covered hers. It wasn't his usual kiss. No soft lips, no teasing tongue. He took from her what he wanted, pushed her lips open with his tongue, invaded her mouth. When he finally released her, she found herself gasping for air.

  Before she could quite breathe, his mouth was on her neck. His teeth traced a path of pleasure pain down her neck, back up to her earlobe and finally down across her collarbone. He moved her arms together behind her and grasped her two hands in one of his. His other hand reached up and pulled open her shirt - his button-down shirt, which she always slept in lately. Several buttons broke off, rolling across floor.

  She moved to protest again, and found that he had her held firmly. The look in his eyes was new. This was not the kind, gentle lover she knew. Gone was the man who spent hours stroking and caressing her, gentle and loving. This man's eyes were hard. His jaw was set, his touch firm - almost cruel. She felt her breathe catch again, and when his hand reached up to grasp her breast, pinching her nipple, she felt an electric shock that was entirely new to her.

  He pulled the shirt off her shoulders, but instead of releasing her hands to remove it, he wound the fabric around her wrists, and pushed her back onto the bed. She lay before him, naked and breathless. Her arms trapped beneath her, her body softly illuminated in the intermittent flashes of light.

  Again his mouth, his teeth and tongue and lips. Again he kissed her. His tongue thrust into her mouth and as he withdrew, he caught her lip between his teeth. Teeth down her neck, kisses across her shoulders. A hand on each breast, her nipples trapped between his fingers. When his mouth covered a nipple and bit, she cried out. Pain. But more. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks. She felt her back arch in response. Her hands struggled beneath her to be free. To push him away or to pull him closer she wasn't sure.

  An arm under her back, pulling her up to his hungry mouth. The other pushing her legs apart. When one finger, and then two entered her body surprised her. She moaned, and her hips thrust forward, meeting his hand. His tongue kept time on her nipple with the fingers inside her and she felt the heat from her cheeks move down across her shoulders.

  Suddenly, his hands, his mouth, were gone. A small whimper escaped her and her eyes opened.

  To find him over her again. His clothes were gone, a pile on the floor. Finally, it occurred to her to be frightened. This was a man she thought she'd known. Always, their lovemaking had been sweet and gentle. But this creature in her bed was entirely new. The pain in her breasts started to register. Her mind started to clear. When the fog was almost gone, and she started to ask him what was going on - he entered her. No slow seduction, he slammed his hips against hers.

  She cried out at the sudden shock. He only looked down at her and grinned that feral smile. Again and again he thrust into her, and she felt her body betray her again, her hips matching his thrusts, her nails digging into the palm of her hands.

  Finally, she felt the shirt loosen. Her hands free she moved to push him away. This was too intense. She needed him to slow down and let her think. Her small hands moved up to his chest, tried to push. And she watched as they instead snaked behind his neck, tangled in his
hair. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her back arched to meet him.

  A rumble of thunder rattled the windows. The bed slammed against the wall, the sound of the impact drowned by the storm outside. When the orgasm took her she was vaguely aware of a voice, crying out. Her own voice. Her own cries.

  When her head cleared and her eyes opened, he was gone.

  The End.

  Saturday Morning

  Waking up from a steamy dream about us, I open my eyes to see you aren't in the bed next to me. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stretch my long legs across the entire bed... then roll over to your side, bury my nose in the pillows and inhale your scent. A smile plays across my face as I settle deeper into your side of the bed. Our cat lays at my feet, lazy and sleepy just like me. He stirs as I stretch and move in the bed, comes up to me and settles next to my waist, purrs and goes back to sleep. I lay with my head facing the doorway, my eyes open but unfocused as the scent of you has sparked a memory of the dream I just woke from. Then you appear in the doorway, a single white rose in your hand. I smile, moving onto my side from my stomach and prop my head up on my hand.

  "Good morning my beautiful.." you say as you sit on the edge of the bed next to me.

  "Morning.." I reply with a yawn. Then: "is that for me?"

  "No baby, it's for the cat.." you say as you put the rose to the cat's nose for a sniff.

  I laugh and say "smart ass. Now kiss me." You do as I ask, pressing your lips to mine in a soft, sweet, lingering kiss.

  "Hungry?" you ask me after you pull away.

  "A little.. what time is it?"

  Turning around to look at the clock on the nightstand that's out of my view, you reply "8:30.." I grimace and fall back onto the pillows.

  In a whiney voice I say "but it's Saturday. I wanted at least another hour in bed before I got up..."

  You laugh at me, lay the rose on the pillow next to me, and say "nobody said anything about you getting up, baby. Stay in bed, I'll make you something to eat."

  Kissing me on the forehead and smoothing my hair, you get up and disappear from the room. As you go, I can't help but watch you leave. With each step, your calf muscles contract, your behind moves fantastically, the small of your back twists, and the skin rolls on and over the muscles around your shoulder blades. With your arms at your sides, I can see your triceps moving with each swing as you walk. When you're out of sight, I sigh, wondering if it's unhealthy for me to appreciate your body so much. I giggle at the thought and first put my nose to the rose, one of my favorite flowers, then back into the pillows where the scent of you still lingers; the only scent that truly stimulates each of my senses.

  After a few minutes you reappear, say to me "here, love" and hand me a small glass of orange juice, drop a kiss on my nose, and leave the room again.

  Suddenly finding myself famished, I down the orange juice fairly quickly. Wanting more, I sit up in bed slowly, pausing to sit on the edge. I stand and put on a pair of lacy boy-short type panties, then pull a camisole over my head. I pick up the rose from the bed, step into my slippers and walk towards the kitchen. You don't hear me behind you and I find myself stopped at the doorway, leaned against the door jamb, just watching you. On your feet are socks and house shoes, other than that you're wearing nothing but a pair of navy and baby blue striped boxers. The TV is on in the other room, volume turned down low, playing cartoons; Tom and Jerry at the moment. I giggle at this; I love the little boy in you. This was something we always had in common, no matter our age; we still watch cartoons every now and again.

  But you aren't watching the TV; you're humming a little tune to yourself in the kitchen, something I can't quite make out. You're lost in your plans for breakfast, moving back and forth from the stove to the refrigerator and then to the countertops where you're preparing something I can't quite see. More than likely, it is one of your famous omelettes that I love so much. After a few minutes I step into the kitchen and grab a small vase from under the sink, draw water from the tap and place the rose in the water.

  "Thank you for the rose babe, it's so beautiful." I say as I turn to you and wrap my arms around you from behind, placing soft wet kisses on your shoulder blades and moving my hands up and down your chest and stomach. You stop what you're doing and place your hands over mine, lean your head back against me and say,

  "A beautiful rose for my beautiful girl."

  I smile against your skin, closing my eyes as I inhale the scent of you. I stand there awhile not moving, pressing my cheek to your back, my eyelashes fluttering against the back of your neck. You're unmoving as well, the breakfast tasks seem to be forgotten for the moment as you move your hands up and down my forearms. I feel a familiar desire start to unwind in my belly, and I playfully run my finger along the waistband of your boxers. I've begun kissing your back again; softly nibbling on the back of your neck where I know it sends chills through your entire body. You can't help but shiver against me and I can feel the goose bumps on your arms as my hands travel up and down over your skin.

  I reach around and place a hand underneath your chin, gently forcing you to lean your head back to where your face is pointed at the ceiling, and I move in to the side of your neck, trailing my tongue up the side to the sensitive area underneath and behind your ear. As my lips enclose your earlobe, your mouth opens as you let out the breath you'd been holding. My other hand is on your waist and I grab onto you more fiercely as my tongue probes at your ear; licking and biting and exploring each crevasse. My fingernails rake your side as I sigh into your ear, and your body starts to move around with excitement as you let out a soft whimper. I know your ear is one of the most sensitive spots on your body.

  With your back still to me, I begin to trail my tongue up and down your back, kissing your shoulder blades, moving my head under your arms to bite your ribs, running my hands down your hips and thighs when my mouth finds the small of your back, placing kisses on each side of your spine. My hands creep back up your body, and my fingertips play underneath your boxers and reach around to cup your balls. I hear your hands slap the counter in front of you; you're using it for support to hold you up. Gently massaging you with one hand, my other hand explores your calves, up your thighs, across your ass, and from your side to your chest it lands on one of your nipples where I gently pull and pinch simultaneously with each grip of your balls. You're breathing heavy now, talking to me the way that you do, telling me how good it feels when I touch you. Without seeing your face, I know that your eyes are closed, your eyebrows knitted together, and your mouth hanging open. This is just where I want you, you delicious man.

  I stand and back a few inches away from you, just enough so we aren't touching in any way. I can see your chest rising and falling from the back as you are gaining composure of yourself, your head leaned down, hands still placed on the counter in front of you. You turn around and your eyes graze over me; you haven't seen me since I came out of the bedroom because you had your back to me cooking when I entered the kitchen. A smile curls up one corner of your mouth as you see I'm wearing one of your favorite types of panties. You come at me quick, wrapping your arms around my waist, plunging your tongue into my mouth and walking me backwards until I'm pinned against the wall behind me. You push your body up against me, grinding your pelvis into mine, making sure I know how bad you want me.

  Your hands roam my entire body, savagely you rip my camisole away from my breast and pull it out to squeeze and pull at it while your mouth plants hot sloppy kisses on my neck and collarbone. You take my arms and put them against the wall above my head, pinning them together with one hand, then as you're passionately kissing me, your other hand finds its way underneath my panties to finger my wetness. I bring one knee up against your waist to give you better access to me and you plunge two fingers deep inside of me. I gasp against your mouth and my lips go slack, unable to kiss you back. You bite at my bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth, fucking me with your fingers, simultaneously thrusting yo
ur pelvis up against me to match your fingers' rhythms.

  The sensation of this passion is deliciously overwhelming for me, I find strength enough to rip my arms free from your grip and walk you backwards until you collide against the refrigerator where magnets and pictures are knocked to the floor. Not caring, I slant my mouth against yours; reaching into your boxers to grip you so tight it makes your breath catch in your throat. I can feel the veins full of blood and the skin very tight as I begin to move my hand back and forth with you in my grip. I take a moment to reach up and spit in my hand, and then I take you once again into my palm this time wet and slippery. I know this sensation is heaven for you as you fall against me. You begin talking again, telling me you want to fuck me.

  We're ripping at each other's clothes like animals and before I know it you've wrapped your arms around my waist and lifted me onto the counter, pressing yourself between my legs. I can feel you warm and stiff against me, and I whisper in your ear that "she's" aching for you. Without hesitation you plunge into me so deep that it blurs my vision for a few seconds and my body almost collapses. Raking the skin of your back underneath my fingernails, I can see your face grimace; but you like this pain and you pound into me even harder. Screaming for you not to stop, never to stop, you place my legs over your arms and pick me up, holding me in the air and reaching a point in me so deep I shake with convulsions and cum all over you. Sensing that you're reaching your own breaking point, you let me down and I stand with my back to you, bent over the kitchen counter. You smack my ass twice before you push into me and it's not long before I feel your body start to shake and I clamp my inner muscles down on you and thrust my ass up in the air and back against you, reaching behind me to grab your hips and keep you locked deep inside of me.