Sensual Erotica (Vol. 1): 26 Erotic Stories

by Priscilla West

  He pulled his hands from her body. She whimpered in disappointment although she was the one who asked him to stop. "I don't suppose you can pull over?" His mouth was flushed pink, his eyes even darker with his desire.

  "No. It'll be better at home." Because they’d have to put themselves together afterward and keep driving toward her flat anyway.

  "Promise?" Paul groaned, carefully tucked his cock back into his pants, and leaned back into the seat. "You're killing me," he murmured. He slid his gaze toward her. "Is that your plan, to kill me? I want you so badly right now."

  He shifted in the seat and Martha's eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants. She bit her lip. And stepped harder on the gas.

  They made it to her flat in record time, flying up the highway and through the narrow streets of her small neighborhood to park the Mini on the street. Deliberately, they did not look at each other as they got out of the car, locked it, crossed the sidewalk, unlocked the door, slipped inside. And closed it heavily behind them. The echoes of the door hitting the frame hadn't even died away before they were reaching for each other, Martha gripping his t-shirt to drag him close, unbuckling his belt, pulling out his hard cock.

  "I missed this," she gasped. "I missed you."

  Paul shoved her against the wall, yanked her dress out of the way. "It's been hell without you," he gasped. "I can't wait. I'm sorry. I can't wait."

  Martha didn't want him to wait. She needed him. She wanted the feel of him inside her, she needed to feel his passion, the hard length of his love.

  He rammed his cock inside her. She grunted, gripping his shoulders, locking her legs immediately around his waist, to hold on as he slammed into her, again and again, the hard force of him deep inside her. He gripped her hips, grunting as he fucked her, damn near drilling her into the wall as she held on, moaning as the cum that almost overtook her in the car overwhelmed her. Turned her into a panting, screaming banshee, wailing as he pounded into her, his cock angled to stroke her g-spot even as he worked desperately toward his own release. Then just as quickly as the first orgasm began and retreated, another took her away, and another and another. His cock was magic inside her, stroking her deeply and well until he was coming too, his seed splashing inside her body. He gasped her name, trembling like a man in the midst of a fit.

  "God!" he groaned. His entire body quivered. His hands grabbed Martha's waist.

  "Show me your bedroom."

  They fell into her bedroom, fell onto the bed, ripping apart clothes while grunting apologies. Martha shoved down his jeans, pulled off this shirt, sighed in pleasure as his splendid body was revealed to her again. Hard muscle. Flat belly, limp cock which she knew from experience would be ready again very soon. In the meantime, it was like Paul hadn't come at all. He grabbed the edge of her dress and ripped it down the front until her breasts and pussy were bare to him.

  "Fuck, you're perfect," he gasped. Dropped between her thighs to lap at her sex.

  Martha groaned, arching up into his mouth, the excitement moving through her again, effortlessly. His tongue plunged into her, fingers on her clit. She reared up in the bed. Cried out his name. He was relentless, fucking her mercilessly with his tongue, drinking up her desire, easily exciting her clitoris.

  Her body was aflame for him. For Paul, her love. The man she would marry if she could. If the world was different and they lived closer, and she could fly and.... Her thoughts flew away from her as he worked her body, pleasing her as if he was pleasing himself. She was wide open to him, thighs sprawled, breasts heaving, eyes fluttering, sweat gathered over every inch of her body. It was like he was making up for all the time they were apart. For the five weeks, three days, twenty hours.... He slipped a finger into her ass. Her eyes flew open.

  She clenched her fingers in the sheets, keeping absolutely still as he fluttered his tongue over her clit, fucked her pussy with what felt like two fingers, buried one finger inside her ass. He worked her like a fine instrument until she was writhing on the bed, out of control, gasping his name, her neck stretched taut, panting breaths coming from her as he fucked her like he'd never done before. He sucked her clit hard, pulling the little nub of flesh hard into his mouth while his fingers took her from the front and from the back.

  The orgasm was like a tsunami. It stole her breath. Arched her like a bow in the bed then brought her slamming back down. She screamed his name. A long, loud cry of surrender as she thrashed on the bed in the fierce grip of her passion.

  Martha panted. She quieted.

  Slowly, Paul moved up her body, kissing every inch of exposed flesh as he went—her thighs, the aggressive thrust of her hip bones, her belly. He licked her ribs, then her breasts, sucking and squeezing her nipples, laving her body with wet kisses. Martha moaned under his persistent attentions, her body a conflation of sensations. He kissed her mouth and she returned his pussy-flavored kisses, slid her tongue along his, sucked it into her mouth while she locked her legs around his waist.

  He was hard again, nudging her center with his firm sex, guiding himself into her until she was full of him, gripping his hardness tight with her muscles and loving him as he was loving her. They moved together like snakes, undulating, moaning, gasping, soaking the bed with their sweat and cum, twisting the sheets, knocking the pillows to the floor. Flowing against each other until they gained mutual satisfaction. Martha arched her neck, breathed his name.

  "I love you." He groaned the words into her neck as his cum spurted inside her. Echoing them again and again with each jerk of his hips.

  She lay under him, utterly depleted. A breeze from the open window flowed over them, cooling Martha's face, fluttering damp strands of her hair.

  "Martha..."

  She shook her head. "I can't...not again." She weakly shoved at his chest. "You've worn me out."

  The lazy sound of his laughter wound through the bedroom. "I'm flattered you think I can still keep going after that." He pulled his softening cock from her body and dropped onto his back. His laughter came again.

  "You've done that to me before," she murmured. "Don't act like you haven't."

  He touched her damp belly. "Not this time. I think we both outdid ourselves."

  Paul was quiet for a moment, pensive.

  "What is it?" Martha turned to face him in the darkness, moonlight spilling onto his face from between the fluttering curtains.

  "If I told you I'm here longer than a week, would you be happy?"

  She turned over on her side, a surge of happiness moving inside her chest. But she forced herself to reign it in. He said "if."

  "No, I wouldn't be happy," she said.

  She felt him deflate slightly at her side.

  "I would be bloody ecstatic." She clutched at his arm. "What are you telling me?"

  A smile captured his face. "I applied for a job at a couple of London hospitals. One of them looks very promising. I'll be having a series of interviews with them while I'm here but I also have a client who'll need my services for a month. He's not very far from here, actually."

  She jolted up in the bed, her eyes wide, both hands gripping his arm now. Energized by the emotions tumbling through her. Hope. Excitement. Possibility. "Are you serious?"

  "I want to be with you," Paul said, his voice deep with feeling. He sat up until they were facing each other. He watched her with his steady, dark eyes. “The time we’ve had apart drove me crazy. It made me realize there’s no place else for me to be but here, with you.” Paul took Martha’s hand in his, his thumb caressing her knuckles. “I hope you feel the same way.”

  “Of course, I do!” Martha threw her arms around him, blinded suddenly by the tears of happiness streaming down her face. She squeezed him tightly, tilted her head back to look at him, smiling. “What took you so damn long?”

  For a moment, Paul looked startled, then he laughed, crushing her tightly against him.

  Tease for a Night

  by Molly Roberts

  “H-Harder!” I cried, moving my own hip
s to meet Matt’s thrusts and take him deeper inside me.

  “I…I’m coming!” Matt groaned above me as his hips started moving erratically, his fingers tightly gripping my thighs. In just a few seconds, I felt his cum spilling inside me as he buried himself to the hilt while I clung to him, clenching my pelvic muscles around his twitching cock and holding my breath as I faked my orgasm, a skill I had mastered by now.

  After a while, he stilled and so did I. Then, just as I was about to shove him off me because he was starting to get too heavy, he pulled out, running to the bathroom to wipe himself. For a moment, I just laid still on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Then, sighing, I reached for the box of tissues on the bedside table and wiped his cum from my pussy, which was already beginning to trickle out, knowing that if I didn’t, it would leave a stain on the sheets and my underwear.

  After a few minutes, he came back, put his pajamas back on and crawled into bed.

  “Is Jessie going to be staying at your parents’ this weekend?” he asked, checking the alarm clock before pulling the covers up to his shoulders.

  “Yup,” I told him, getting out of bed so I could throw away the used tissues in the bathroom. “My dad said he’ll pick up Jessie after her kindergarten class on Friday, and then we’ll pick her up on Sunday morning, though my mom said we should have brunch with them first before we go.”

  “I see,” he said, yawning. “Well, good night.”

  “Good night,” I told him, not bothering to turn around. I continued to the bathroom, throwing away the tissues and washing myself, since the tissues were not enough to get rid of the sticky sensation which I knew would just be worse when I got up the next morning.

  Suddenly, I had an urge to touch myself, still feeling excited from earlier but unsatisfied from not reaching an orgasm. Sitting on the toilet bowl and leaning back, I spread my legs, reaching down to stroke my clit. I didn’t even bother to lock the door since I knew Matt was probably asleep already and frankly, I didn’t care if he walked in on me masturbating, since it was his fault that I was doing it.

  I stroked myself faster, coating my fingers with Matt’s cum so that they would slide smoothly against my sensitive skin. At the same time, I cupped one of my breasts and rolled the still stiff nipple between my fingers. It did not take me long to come, my body already having been almost there earlier. As I did, my hips bucked and I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my lip lightly to suppress a moan.

  When it was over, I opened my eyes and slumped against the toilet as I stopped to catch my breath once more, tired but this time, satisfied, or at least, more satisfied than I had been earlier. It would have felt better if I had come from having Matt’s cock inside me instead of just my fingers.

  When I got out of the bathroom, he was already snoring lightly and I sighed as I put my clothes back on – just a pair of sweatpants and an oversized college shirt since I had stopped wearing lingerie a long time ago – and slipped into the covers beside him, wondering how long this bedtime routine of quickies and finishing by myself had to go on.

  Life with Matt, particularly the romantic aspect, used to be more interesting. In fact, I remembered some nights when we had spent all night having sex and a time when we had had crazy sex in the outdoor pool of a friend’s house we had been house-sitting for a weekend, not caring if anyone saw us. There was even a time when we had used chocolate syrup and whipped cream while having sex on top of the dining table.

  Those, however, had happened a long time ago, right after our marriage, when we were so madly in love and work was not so important. In the past few years, though, our jobs and our daughter, Jessie, had become our top priorities, and as much as it pained me to admit it, our love life, particularly our sex life, had suffered from it.

  Sitting up, I looked at Matt, smiling as I saw his innocent sleeping face which I had always loved. True, he was not perfect – he snored, was a lousy cook and came too fast at times – but I loved him. I knew, too, that he loved me, even though he no longer said it as often as before, and that he was getting tired of the way things had turned out just like me though he would never admit to it, which was why I knew things could not go on as they had. If I wanted our marriage to be anything but dull, let alone to last, I had to spice things up in the bedroom. Yes, it was up to me. The question was: How?

  The next day, I did my best to try and find the answer as soon as I got home from work, scouring my Cosmopolitan back issues and browsing various blogs and forums online, even skimming through a few erotic novels. When I was done, I had quite a list of things that seemed worth trying. I couldn’t decide which particular one to try, though.

  I was still trying to make up my mind when Friday night came along. Since it was a rare treat to spend the night out without having to worry about Jessie, Matt and I both decided we would make the most of the opportunity and go to dinner with our friends Rob, Kelly, Steve and Lindsey, whom we hadn’t seen in a while.

  For the most part, we simply tried our best to catch up with each other, talking about work and our kids and anything else that we had been busy with, while doing some reminiscing here and there as we relished the Italian dishes we had ordered and drank wine. It was a variety I had never tried before that Rob had picked and I ended up instantly liking, which was probably why I ended up drinking more than I should.

  Every once in a while, though, my gaze would sweep across the table to land on Matt and I would find myself smiling with pride. I had been married to Matt for over five years now, before which we had dated for three years. I met him shortly after graduating from college through a friend at work. Back then, though, he had a girlfriend, much to my disappointment, so we didn’t really get to talk, but a few months later, when I bumped into him again at my friend’s birthday, I learned that he had broken up with his girlfriend and we started going out after that. It did not take me long to realize he was ‘the one’ and finally, after more than two years together, he realized it, too, proposing to me in front of the fire at a log cabin in Aspen. I had eagerly accepted.

  Just the memory of it caused my smile to widen. Ah, how I wished we were back to those good old days when we were young and so madly in love, not to mention, hardly able to keep our hands off each other or get enough of each other. Then again, that didn’t have to be a thing of the past, not if I could do something about it tonight.

  When Kelly went to the restroom after the main course, I decided to join her to ask for her advice. At first, she seemed shocked to hear my question. Then, she chuckled.

  “What?” I asked her, puzzled by her reaction.

  “Oh, nothing,” Kelly said, grinning as she combed her hair. “It’s just that it’s the first time you’ve approached me for advice. Who would’ve thought it would be about sex?”

  “It’s not funny,” I told her, frowning.

  “Of course it isn’t,” Kelly said, turning to me. “So you want to spice things up in the bedroom, do you?”

  “Sshh. Not so loud.”

  “That’s only normal, I guess,” Kelly said, ignoring my embarrassment. “After all, you’ve been together for how long again?”

  “Over five years.”

  “An eternity by today’s standards, plus you have a kid, so it’s no wonder you’re scoring low in that department.”

  “So what do I do about it?”

  “Have you thought about having a Brazilian wax?”

  “What?”

  “Just kidding. I wouldn’t recommend that actually.”

  “Kelly.” I crossed my arms around my chest impatiently, annoyed that she didn’t seem to be taking me seriously.

  “Do you really want to try something new and daring?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fine. Let me tell you a dirty secret.” She leaned close to me so she could whisper in my ear. “Nothing drives a man crazy like watching something totally hot but not being able to do anything about it.”

  At the suggestion, my eyes widened, the idea never
having occurred to me. As I thought more about it, though, conjuring possible scenarios in my mind, I became more intrigued by it.

  “Well?” Kelly asked.

  “I think I just might have a plan,” I said to her with a mischievous grin.

  All of a sudden, I could not wait to get home.

  I had barely closed the front door behind me when Matt wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the side of my neck before kissing me full and hard on the lips, letting me know that I had not been the only impatient one and confirming my suspicion that he wanted to heat things up just as much as I did. I surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to dominate mine and his hands to travel to the front of my dress, groping my breasts through the silk and the lace before reaching down the low neckline to cup them beneath the two layers of fabric, causing a delicious shiver to go up my spine.

  I was beginning to get wet between my thighs, as well, and as he lifted the hem of my dress to stroke me through my lace panties, my knees trembled so that I nearly lost my footing, still in my three-inch high open-toed stiletto pumps, and had to lean against him for support. I was tempted to just let him continue and do as he wanted, too, but remembering what I had in mind for tonight and thinking that if I allowed Matt to take the lead, we would just end up having sex in the missionary position and it would be over in a few thrusts, leaving me unsatisfied like the previous times, I pulled away from him.