Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  He exposed the rest of his body by taking off his shirt and letting me see his physique glazed like a doughnut from how the rain was making him look even more tempting than usual.

  Chapter Three

  It was a little awkward after reality set in and we tried to say something to one another but nothing came out. He was content getting a fire started and the glow of the flames licking in the fireplace warmed the skin of our bodies.

  I wrapped myself in an Afghan and looked around at my surroundings. I began to envision a renovation that would entail many hours of hard labor. It would be worth it, in the end, to see the finished product come to life before my eyes.

  Our clothes were hanging on a makeshift clothes line near the fireplace. I still wanted more and what we had done barely scratched the surface. He looked embarrassed and I had to let him know this was a two-way street.

  “Baxter, you know this isn’t like me, but I think we need to talk about this. We did something to change the dynamic of our relationship. I have no regrets, but I need to hear you say the same thing. You’ve been harboring these feelings and I was blind to your pain.” He looked at me quizzically and then he laid back on the bearskin rug with his hands folded over the other.

  “Do you really think I have any regrets? This was my dream and my nightmare all rolled into one. I’m afraid we won’t be able to be friends. I can only hope that you can see this as a good thing. The added component of sex to our friendship only makes it stronger in my opinion.” I was thinking the same thing, but it was complicated with Adam and Michelle still lingering like phantom ghosts from our past.

  “I’m going to show you something and then I’m going to send it. I’m through playing games. I might be young, but I know when to cut my losses.” I showed him the text message and I wanted his opinion on whether or not it was too harsh. “You have the perfect poker face and you could bluff your way into a fortune if you put your mind to it.” His face was expressionless and the only way that I was going to get a straight answer was by confronting him.

  “I think you said what you had to, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to do it with this impersonal touch. It’s not going to be pleasant, but face to face is always better to make them see they have no recourse.” He did make an interesting point and one that I had been thinking about.

  “I’m going to change it and tell him that we need to talk. If he’s any judge of character, he’ll know what that means without me having to paint him a picture.” I let the Afghan slip from around my shoulders giving him a bold portrait of my porcelain skin slowly unveiled one inch at a time.

  “Rachel, you’re doing that on purpose to get underneath my skin and you’re doing a damn good job of it.” The window panes began to rattle with the wind picking up to Gail Force status. I was going to give it a run for its money with my ungodly screams of pleasure echoing in the enclosed space.

  “Tell me what’s on your mind. I think I already know what you’re thinking. Every man is the same.”

  “I hope you don’t find this kinky, but I have something that I would like to try.” I felt like he was hitting me and there was no way to duck from what he was obviously going to tell me.

  “Color me curious to know more.” I was waiting and then he got up and went and came back with a candle with a lighter.

  “I want you to get naked and let me drip hot wax all over your body. I want to see you moan and how your body responds. You don’t have to do it, but it’s already getting me ready for round two just thinking about it. Don’t expect this to be one sided. I want you to do the same thing to me. I never was able to tell my wife about the browsing history on my computer in the dead of night.” I could only imagine what that would entail. I would’ve loved to look over his shoulder.

  I had found some interesting sites where leather was quite prevalent. We were both looking for something to arouse our libido.

  I excused myself for a moment and slipped back into those boots by the door. It was the only thing that I was wearing with him sitting there holding the candle with this stupefied look on his face.

  “I am a sucker for leather boots and yours makes me want to lick the tip all the way up to the top. Come over here and sit down where I can see you to appreciate the view. I’m glad that you are quite responsive and able to enjoy yourself without reservation. Adam is a fool to let you go, but you are better off with someone who understands you.” We still had our secrets, but they were very few and in between.

  “I thought you were a leather man and I could almost see the drool when you saw me looking at them in the window. I had to have them and I thought that every man would be on their knees ready to serve me. Something deep down must have been there all this time about you and I didn’t notice.” It was possible that I was afraid of stepping into the unnecessary drama of his marriage on the rocks.

  “It’s like a shot of adrenaline between my legs. You and those boots are my personal Viagra.” I saw the large and imposing presence and I loved the way that it was bobbing up and down like it was shaking its head in the affirmative.

  “I can see that and you’re making it very hard to stop myself from jumping you. I want to pin you down and ride you while dripping the wax down your chest at the same time. You made this suggestion and it would be rude of me to take it out of your hands.” He didn’t seem to mind that I was going to wear the boots and he took a few moments to feel them with this hungry growl forcing its way out between his lips.

  “Just touching you and watching you wear those boots put me in a better mood.” I brought the tip of my right boot up to his chest where he grabbed it and began to give it the attention it deserved.

  He spit shined the entire thing and then allowed me to cup his shaft in between both of them.

  “I can see that this is doing something for you.” I was jerking him off slowly with my feet encased in leather. He was practically my slave willing to do anything to make me happy.

  “I could cum all over those boots, but I’m not going to.” I could’ve easily changed his mind, but I was ready to progress to where I was going to be covered in wax.

  “Go ahead and I know you want to.” He lit the wick and waited for a suitable amount of time before proceeding.

  The first contact made me arch my chest and I closed my eyes to the pleasing sensation of warmth touching my flesh.

  My feet were still wrapped around him and I only had to open my eyes to see that he was dripping like a faucet. He was rubbing the hot jizz into the boots.

  He moved his manhood down into the valley of my wide open legs. With one movement, he was burying his staff while the wax dripped unpredictably from the candle.

  “I love the look in your eyes and the way that your muscles contract when you feel the wax making contact.” I thought that he was ramrod stiff when he was fucking me on the deck, but he seemed to grow an inch. I didn’t even know that was possible and the feeling was pushing me towards the edge of my sexual awakening.

  “Take me from behind. I don’t want to see the wax coming. The doggie position is my favorite and I always get maximum penetration. You can pull my hair and slap my ass at the same time. Give me an inch and I will surely take a mile.” I felt momentarily disappointed when he was no longer fully in my grip.

  Assuming the position, I was looking at the flames in front of me and then he brought both hands down on my cheeks with a definitive slap. I managed to keep quiet and only squeaked to make him think I was strong. He continued to supply me with the heat baking my buns and then he slipped back into the saddle like he was never missing in the first place.

  “I must admit this position has become one of my favorites. You can feel what you do to me and let me be crystal clear this is your doing.” I hadn’t had a drop of liquor, but I felt intoxicated by the sexual scent in the air.

  I wasn’t prepared for the wax and my inner muscles worked him over from stem to stern. He was biting my ear and the scorching wax was a nice way to turn up the
heat. I was on my hands and knees taking what he had to offer. Balls deep and moaning in my ear was a good way to strip away any defenses I might’ve had left.

  “I’m sex drunk with you on my lips. Your cock is exploring my tight hole. There’s no better feeling than having that stiff cock at my mercy. My juices are sliding down the length of you and I can make it better by doing this.” I reached back and gave enough pressure to his balls to make him fall over top of me. The heat of his breath was on the nape of my neck.

  “You want more and I can feel this is only the beginning for the two of us. We need to unshackle ourselves from those weighing us down. There’s no point in giving them false hope. I doubt Michelle is going to fight me when I produce the divorce papers. I’ve had them in my possession for some time and I never was able to pull the trigger.” It wasn’t the dirty talk I was waiting for, but it certainly did give me hope for the future.

  “I want you to give me a lesson and make it hurt.” He pulled my hair back and the sensation was enough to make me cream all over him. “That’s it…show me what I have been missing and don’t be surprised if I end up on your doorstep.” His manly steed was forging full speed ahead and the sheen of sweat on us only confirmed the passion in our loins.

  “Rachel, I thought I knew you, but I like that there are things about you I need to learn. It makes it that much more interesting to introduce those things that are going to make your eyes pop out of your skull in the bedroom.” I couldn’t tell him those things that turned me on beyond words. It would’ve been like saying something to my brother and that would’ve been wrong on so many levels.

  “I can be quite shocking when I feel comfortable in a man’s presence. It takes some time, but with you, we’ve known each other for all of our lives and this seems like a natural progression.” I was rhythmically squeezing his balls and feeling them fill up with what was obviously going to be a load to choke a horse.

  “My wife was never open to suggestions. She could take a page from your book.” He was actually talking while deeply fucking me. It felt like my attention was drifting.

  “I know what you mean and Adam wasn’t the adventurous sort.” My guilt was bleeding through in the most unexpected way of needing to say something.

  “I can’t really…concentrate on having a conversation and fucking you at the same time. Pick one.” I had a feeling he would know which way I was leaning and I decided to push the envelope a little further than expected.

  “I thought I heard you mention something about letting me do the same thing to you.” He stopped all forward momentum and sighed with resignation.

  Getting down on the floor, I was able to take my place by hanging over top of him with my juices still dripping onto the head of his shaft.

  “Never let it be said that I don’t let a lady get what she wants. I could never say no to you or have you forgotten the many nights you have called me out of the blue.” I had gotten into a habit of calling him when I was desperate for a ride.

  He was handy to have around and didn’t look bad when he was putting his muscles to work. Fixing things that I broke on purpose was a secret I was going to take to the great beyond.

  I steadied myself with my two hands on his chest, before sliding down his pole with our eyes locked on each other the entire time. I settled on top of him, trying to compose myself and then I reached for the burning candle.

  “I hope you are ready for this and it can be quite jarring to your senses.” I teased him by moving the wax around the lip of the candle without letting it tip over.

  “I will never get over the way that it feels to be inside you. To be this close to you makes this worth the sacrifice of waiting.” I began to ride him in the same fashion that he had been fucking me at the beginning.

  “They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but we’ve never been that far away from each other’s thoughts. I’ve only seen you without your shirt on a couple of times, but I always look forward to it.” I was making quite the mess and my pace quickened.

  The first taste of the sensation of the wax hitting my nipples caused me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It only made things even that much more intense. The climactic moment was upon me and I could feel it taking a hold. His shaft was the victim of how he was making me into a sex addict.

  “Oh, my god…you really do know how to do this and I may have asked for a little bit too much.” The slippery presence of his rampant state was getting dangerously close to where he was not going to be able to keep a lid on his excitement.

  I don’t know where I found the fortitude to continue, but I managed to ride him like a runaway bull in a China shop. He was snorting with his eyes growing wide as saucers from what I was putting him through. I came with my arms flying everywhere. The candle went into the fireplace.

  I felt the streams of his sticky essence scalding along the walls of my pussy. It made me shiver upon contact and I was squeezing his chest in the middle of an awe inspiring moment.

  We lay there for an indeterminate amount of time before he started in on what I would do to the place. I’d already made some mental notes and he seemed to be genuinely interested in what I had to say. He did not roll his eyes like some men did when I talked about my work.

  “It’s always quite fascinating to see how your mind works when you come upon a blank slate like this one. It definitely needs a woman’s touch and I can see us using this place to get away from it all on weekends.” The place was only a couple of hours away and it was like stepping through the hourglass into a different time.

  “It’s going to take a long time to do this on our own, but what in life is ever easy. We can do this. I’m sure that we can find some time to be together. Getting hot and sweaty isn’t a bad thing.” We spent the night giving the springs on the bed a workout to remember. Neither one of us cared that there was electricity, but in the morning, I did manage to use the provisions to make a feast for two.

  We returned home knowing that the worst was yet to come. Adam was shell shocked, but he didn’t make a scene. We knew the relationship had run its course and it was time to put both of us out of our misery.

  I waited patiently for Baxter to arrive and he showed up frazzled looking like he had been through hell. He was about to say something, but I stopped him with my finger to his lips. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom where I was determined to take his mind off of his troubles. We had found our way into each other’s arms. We didn’t want to hurt anybody, but it was inevitable.

  I was reminded laying next to him that happiness only came from hard work and a willingness to admit our feelings to one another. I wasn’t going to let one day pass without telling him how much I appreciated him. This relationship wasn’t going to fail because we weren’t going to let it.

  Story 18

  The world tilted crazily around Daphne and she almost fell. If she had, it would have been a disaster, because the road was right there. The cars zoomed by her, ruffling her dark hair and her clothes, to close that she could have reached out and touched them.

  Ahead of her, the bike that had almost knocked her flying rode on, unaware or uncaring of what they’d almost done to her. She gasped and one foot slipped off of the curb, and it was only by throwing the rest of her body out of the road that she was able to keep herself from going flying into traffic.

  That was the good side. The only good side. The rest of it was a disaster. She dropped her backpack and all of her schoolwork went everywhere, papers flying freely. Weeks and weeks of college work that she’d been struggling through to start with. On top of that, her entire body weight landed on that one ankle that was on the road. It twisted, and Daphne cried out in pain as she fell hard.

  She fell onto the sidewalk, though, instead of among the cars. But her injured ankle throbbed and burned with the force of the landing, and she closed her eyes, fighting off tears, sitting in the remains of her homework. A small gasp of pain was all that she allowed out.

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p; Thankfully, there were people everywhere, willing to help her up. Gingerly, she put her weight on her own two feet, only to whimper softly as red hot pain rolled through her.

  “It’s swollen,” a helpful middle aged woman said. “You’re going to have to see the doctor.”

  Daphne winced at the thought. Her doctor was very competent, but she was an older woman with a manner that was not particularly gentle. Doctor Spears got the job done, but she wasn’t particularly nice about it.

  Actually, she was pretty much the definition of a crone, and Daphne always hated to go to see her, with her cold hands, horrible fetid breath, and sharp dark eyes.

  When Daphne tried to walk, though, she winced and had to grab onto a streetlight just to keep herself from falling over. She liked to be able to take care of herself, but what if she’d seriously hurt her ankle? Maybe even broken it?