Sensual Erotica (Vol. 1): 26 Erotic Stories

by Priscilla West

  I jolted back to the present and noticed that the TV was off and all lights were dark. "Sure," I said. "I´ll join you."

  Ryan smiled and went upstairs. When we both were in bed, he ran a finger along my side under the duvet. I sighed and went along with the fumbling beneath the sheets. My hands folded around his cock by routine more than excitement and it seemed he had forgotten where my clit was.

  He entered me with the same slow, routine movements and I responded by lying still beneath him. It wasn´t that I didn´t enjoy it; it was just that it was the same every night and had been for the last few years.

  After he came, he rolled over and turned off the light. I stared at the dark ceiling and wondered what had happened. Was this the same man who had held me pinned against the wall and taken me by storm?

  ***

  Alice and I were standing by the water cooler when the new guy walked through the door. He was tall, slender and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. From out of nowhere an image flashed through my mind, of him pinning me against the office walls with his hardened cock against my thigh.

  I sucked in a deep breath and pushed the image as far away as I could. No matter how bad our sex life, I would never cheat on Ryan!

  "Oh my," Alice whispered in my ear. "How am I going to get any work done with a man like that in the office?"

  "Shush," I said, but couldn´t help smiling. Alice the most happily married woman I knew and the last person to toss glances at coworkers.

  "How are things with Ryan?" she asked.

  I shrugged and stared at the coffee in my hand. "It´s good, really good."

  "But not great?"

  I nodded with a sigh. "Not great, no. You´ve been married to Robert for ages. Do you still have that same spark as you did when you first met?"

  "Of course not," Alice said. "It´s much deeper now, more intense."

  I sighed and wished I could say the same about my relationship with Ryan. "We have the same routine every day and it´s getting dull."

  "You should talk to him about it."

  I sighed and wished I could believe her. "I think he´s just not that into me anymore."

  Alice gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze before she returned to her desk. I stayed behind and realized the new guy was alone in the kitchen. "Hi there," I said, walking toward him. "I´m Harriet."

  He took my hand and pressed it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Harriet. Name´s George."

  I shivered at the sound of his voice and the sensation of his skin against mine. He was by far the most handsome man I had seen in a long time.

  The evening was a replay of the nights before, including the quick fumble under the blankets. Ryan was loving and caring, but not exciting in the same way he had been when we first met.

  When we were finished, Ryan turned the lights off and started snoring. I sighed at the ceiling. That night it wasn´t Ryan who pinned me against the wall, but George.

  ***

  For some reason I found it hard to choose an outfit the next day. I ended up with a blouse I hadn´t worn for years, with a low-cut cleavage, and a short skirt. The fact that it still fit me was a relief.

  "You´re looking good today," Ryan said. His tone was more questioning than appraising.

  I shrugged and applied some makeup, realizing I hadn´t used half of my products for years. "It´s just nice to look good."

  Ryan raised an eyebrow at me but, to my relief, said nothing else on the matter.

  At work I found myself looking in George´s direction every other minute. When he went to the coffee machine, I straightened my skirt like a nervous school-girl and went after him. I cursed myself for it; I was thirty-six, not sixteen!

  "How do you like the office so far?" I asked and leaned up against the wall in a pose I thought would show my profile from the best angle.

  A wave of excitement flooded through me as I saw his eyes drift towards my cleavage. Apparently I still had it in me.

  "I like it very much," George said, struggling to keep his eyes off my breasts. "Have you worked here for long?"

  I smiled and walked towards him, swaying my hips. "About five years now, I think. It´s a good place to work, especially since the office is in the middle of town."

  George followed my movements with his eyes. "So this is all there is? The town center, I mean."

  "Unfortunately," I said and grimaced. "Are you new in town, then?"

  "Yes," he said. "I separated from my wife a few months ago and thought I should start over somewhere new."

  I pouted and placed a hand on his shoulder. It was almost as if someone else was controlling my movements; I would never even consider cheating on Ryan and yet here I stood flirting with a colleague!

  "Perhaps I could show you around sometime," I said and bit my lip, instantly regretting my words.

  "Perhaps you could be the one showing me around," George said and smiled.

  I blushed and pulled my hand away. "I´m sorry, I... I´m married."

  George shrugged and took my hand. "I understand. It´s just that I´m new in town and would like to say I know at least one person. No strings attached. What do you say?"

  I swallowed a lump in my throat and willed the world to stop spinning around me. He was so sexy I wondered if I could keep my hands off him, and I didn´t want to cheat on Ryan. On the other hand, it had been ages since I had felt this way.

  "Perhaps," I muttered. "I´d better get back to work. Deadline."

  I thought I could feel George´s eyes on me throughout the rest of the day, but I did my best to avoid him. Alice had called in sick, and since I had forgotten my mobile at home I couldn´t consult with her before I got off work.

  Ryan was already home when I walked through the door. I only gave him a quick peck on the cheek before rushing upstairs, desperate to consult with Alice. As soon as I had found my phone I shut myself in my office and gave her a call.

  "George invited me out on a date," I said the moment she answered.

  "Are you going?" I heard Alice close a door behind her.

  "I don´t know," I said. "I´m not sure I could keep my hands off him if I went."

  "And you don´t want to cheat on Ryan, right?"

  I bit my lip and swallowed. "Things haven´t been very good lately, you know that. It´s nice to feel like someone wants me, for once."

  Alice sighed, and I could see her shaking her head in my mind´s eye. "Harriet, think carefully about this. You love Ryan and he loves you."

  "I know, but George is so exciting."

  "You´ll regret it if you go on this date," Alice said. "Trust me, Harriet. Perhaps you need to talk to Ryan about this instead of me."

  "He wouldn´t listen," I said.

  The floorboards creaked behind me, nearly causing me to drop the phone. I realized with horror that the office door must have opened behind me and that Ryan had been listening in on our conversation.

  "I´d better go," I told Alice and hung up the phone. Slowly standing up, I turned around and faced my husband.

  His brown eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and anger. The hands that pinned me to the wall in my dreams were opening and clenching.

  "Ryan, nothing happened," I said. "This new guy at work invited me out on a date, but I wasn´t going to go."

  "That´s not what it sounded like," Ryan muttered.

  "I know, but it´s the truth. It was just nice to feel wanted again."

  Ryan bit his lip. "You don´t think I want you?"

  "Well..." I said. "You haven´t showed me that you want me in a long time."

  Ryan took a step forward so quickly I fell back against the wall. "This other guy might want you, but not as much as I do."

  He kissed me hard, forcing me backwards. The taste of him and the forceful touch of his lips made me wet in an instant. My body filled with an aching lust for him that I hadn´t experienced in a very long time.

  I reached for his belt, but he collected both my wrists in one of his large hands and held them
behind my back. Pinned up against the wall, I moaned in lustful excitement. This was exactly what I had dreamed of for so long. Now that it was happening it was even better than in my imagination.

  Ryan grunted and ripped my blouse open, scattering buttons over the office floor. Pulling down my bra he squeezed my stiff nipples. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body, and I trembled excitedly beneath his fingers. My vagina was wet and throbbing in anticipation for his cock, and I moved my legs apart hoping he would enter me soon.

  Ryan pressed me even harder against the wall and grabbed my ass in both his hands. He bent forward, took my nipple in his mouth and sucked until his tongue felt rough on my skin. The stubble on his cheeks rubbed against my breast, making me so excited I groaned in pleasure.

  I reached for his belt, wanting him more now than I had ever wanted anything, but he pushed my hands away. Then he grabbed my thighs and ran his hands upwards, beneath my skirt and to my underwear, soaked by my excitement. He looked up at me and grinned, an excited and teasing kind of grin that I remembered from when we first met. The sight of it made me gasp in thrilled anticipation.

  His fingers found their way around the underwear and to my throbbing lower lips. He forcefully thrust his fingers deep inside me. I moaned in pleasure as the he moved them back and forth, each time pressing me hard against the wall. He grunted and rubbed my clit with his other hand, so hard I felt my skin burn beneath his touch.

  I reached for his belt again, but he took my hands and pinned them against the wall above my head. Then he thrust his fingers even harder inside me, and I gasped and squirmed at the thrill of his forceful touch.

  He didn´t let me come, but pulled his hands out at the last second. I groaned in disbelief and struggled to break free from his grip so I could pleasure myself. He didn´t let me go, but unbuckled his belt and pulled out his throbbing cock. All I could do was watch as he began masturbating and sucking on my stiff, swollen nipples.

  Then he let me go, but instead of entering me against the wall he pulled me forward and turned me around. I stumbled into the desk and let him force me down on its surface. He pulled my underwear down ruthlessly and took my ass in his hands.

  I screamed in pleasure when he thrust his massive cock inside me. His breath came in short grunts as he thrust back and forth, and I couldn´t help but to moan loudly at the sensation.

  "You think another man wants you as much as I do?" Ryan said through clenched teeth. His hands tightened on my hips. "Don´t ever think that again."

  He pushed even deeper and harder inside me. I wondered how I could have gone so long without this. His hands grasped my breasts, his fingers squeezing my sensitive nipples so hard I felt waves of excitement travel down my body to my vagina. I held on to the desk to brace myself against the most powerful orgasm I had had in years. It filled my whole body, made the world explode and left me panting against the cool wooden surface.

  Ryan pulled out of me and I gasped as he turned me around with a hard grip around my arm. He pressed his lips against mine and pulled my skirt over my hips so forcefully it ripped in the seams. I growled at losing one of my favorite skirts, but a hard look from him silenced me.

  I reached for his tongue with mine and began backing away from the desk. He moved with me and pulled my blouse from my shoulders. I unbuttoned his shirt, while he removed my bra with a practiced flick of his wrist. We walked through the office, still kissing, like when we first met. My body was aching with desperate lust for him by the time we came to the bedroom.

  I lay on my back with my legs spread, hoping he couldn´t resist the invitation to enter me. He did resist, and instead of satisfying my throbbing desire for him he kneeled over me and began masturbating himself. I narrowed my eyes at him and touched my clit, but he slapped my finders aside. Then he grinned that grin of his and pointed at his cock.

  I stood on all four and took him in my mouth. Rubbing my tongue against the head of his cock, I cupped his balls in my hand and began massaging them. He moaned and took my head in his hands, pressing me further downwards.

  As I sucked his cock I thought I would explode of held-back excitement. I couldn´t believe how long it had been since we last has sex like this. Unable to bear it any longer I reached for my clit and began touching myself.

  This time I was almost able to bring myself to an orgasm before Ryan slapped my hands away. I looked up at him, pleading, but he only pushed my head back to his cock. Running my tongue up and down his throbbing shaft, I massaged his balls with both of my hands.

  Then I felt two fingers push inside me, and I gasped in excitement. Ryan thrust in rhythm to my movements, so I sucked him faster and harder than I had ever done before. He responded by extending his thumb to my clit and running it back and forth. I moaned, nearing my orgasm again.

  As always he seemed to know when I was about to come and pulled his hands from me at the last second. I groaned and took his balls in my mouth. His body shook in excitement as I moved my hand up and down his cock while stimulating his balls with my tongue. Still, he did not touch me.

  I sucked him harder and touched myself with a free hand. He pushed me back on the bed, forced my legs apart and entered me so violently I moaned in excited pleasure.

  He sat up straight, took my legs in both his hands and thrust hard. His eyes were filled with hunger and desire like I had never seen in him before. The knowledge that he wanted me more than anything made the feeling even more pleasurable and more erotic than anything I could ever have imagined. With my eyes fixed on his, I came again in a flush of ecstasy.

  Ryan grinned at me. I moaned and held on to the bed frame as he began thrusting even harder. He let go of my legs and began stimulating my clit at the same time as he moved inside me. I gasped and trembled beneath his fingers, and when I came again I bit my arm to intensify the pleasure with a hint of pain.

  Ryan´s grin became even broader, and he fell forward on top of me and pinned me down. His mouth found mine and he kissed me with an almost desperate desire. I couldn´t believe how good it felt with his body pressed against mine. His breath was hot on my face, my cheek, and I gasped as he bit my neck.

  I felt myself tighten around his cock. Ryan took both my hands in his and pressed them against the bed, thrusting hard inside me. He groaned and bit my shoulder, and the sensation made me come. His body shook in a violent orgasm, and then he collapsed on top of me.

  I sighed and ran my hands over his back. He kissed my neck and cheek.

  "I didn´t hurt you, did I?" he asked.

  I shifted my position and felt a flash of soreness in my vagina. "The opposite," I said with a laugh, feeling better than I had in a long time.

  Ryan got up and wrapped a bathrobe around himself. "You´re not worried that I don´t want you anymore?"

  I stood up, bit my lip and pretended to think about his question for a while. "Yes, I still worry that you don´t want me," I finally said.

  Ryan´s eyes widened, and then his teeth flashed in a grin. "Well, let´s see what we can do about that," he said. In two seconds his body was against mine again, and I was pressed against the wall.

  "Good," I said and kissed him. "Show me just how much you want me."

  He kissed me back, and all worries of the future disappeared from my mind.

  Business with Pleasure

  by Jennifer Simms

  Eric Carlson woke up in a pool of his own sweat. He was alone in his single bed, on top of the tan sheets, blinds open, struggling to rise as he gripped his head. He wasn’t hung over, far from it, but he was disoriented and sore just the same.

  He looked down to find himself still half-dressed from the day before, one shoe on, his belt half-buckled, his dress shirt from work barely unbuttoned. He hardly remembered stumbling home the previous evening, her perfume all over him, her musk on his fingers, his lips, his tongue, his dick.

  Amanda Pierce. He had fucked his boss, righteously, roughly, right there in her penthouse office. “Holy shit.” His voice was ro
ugh, still hoarse from ordering her into every conceivable position he could imagine. He stood, shaking his head, pacing the hardwood floors of his tiny fifth floor walk-up. His work jacket lay on the chair in the corner, roughly tossed aside. He never did that, if only because he had so few he rotated the same three all week long.

  He made his way into the kitchen, sleepwalking through the process of making a cup of coffee as he spotted clues that he had, indeed, made it home last night; and barely in one piece.

  His keys were tossed randomly on the kitchen counter, his wallet near the flour container, his messenger bag slung over a kitchen chair, untouched despite his massive workload. The fresh coffee roused his dormant brain cells and, with every sip, he flinched at the images that flooded his mind from the day before…