Relaxation Before the Storm (erotica)

This story can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to "The Kitchen."

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Relaxation Before the Storm

After the escapades in the kitchen, I don’t put my panties back on and we go to the pub for a quick drink. We talk about all the things we want to do to each other. All the positions we want to try. All the kinks we want to explore. It is arousing and exciting. It also relaxing as we sit and chat, not feeling pressured, just enjoying our time together.

We go back to yours and make dinner so we can relax watching TV. You choose something you think I should watch and we snuggle on the sofa. The electricity is charged as we idly caress each other. Our hands stroke each other’s arms and legs. Our fingers circle each other’s palms. Our hands reach under our tops until we cannot take it anymore and we start kissing.

I lie back pulling you on top of me, wrapping my legs around you as we grind into each other. You take off my top, then my bra. You suck my nipples hard while squeezing my breasts just enough to keep me balanced on the edge of pleasure and pain.

You turn me over so I’m on my front with my arse and legs over the edge of the sofa. My breasts squashed against the sofa. You lift up my skirt, bare my arse and put a cushion under my head, pushing my head into it. You tell me not to move as you get some lube and a dildo.

You smear lube all over your cock, masturbating yourself so I can feel it along my arse crack. Your left hand grabs my shoulder and scratches the length of my back leaving bright red marks. You lean over and bite my shoulder hard. I scream out for you to bite harder, to just keep going. When you stop, you gently lick where you caused the pain, the nasty mark swelling in anger.

You squeeze lube into my butt crack and tease your finger around my arse, smearing the lube along the crack, around my hole. You take a dildo and put it in my cunt. You rub my clit from behind, not moving the dildo; just making sure it is in far enough it doesn’t get squeezed out with my throbbing cunt.

You move back to my arse. Now you put a finger in, to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way in. You pull it out and add a second finger, opening my arse, relaxing my muscles. You take your fingers out and put a condom on your hard, dripping cock. You open my butt cheeks and ease your cock into my anus. You push it deeper in, occasionally sliding out to torture me and pleasure yourself. You push my head firmly down into the cushion so my breath is restricted. Finally you sink your cock all the way into my arse. You fuck me like this.

You change speeds, slow then fast. You change force, gentle then rough. You change depth, barely entering or up to your balls.You free my head and ask me what I want. I beg you to let me come, but you simply say “permission denied” as you shoot your juices and cry out your pleasure. You roll me onto my back and empty the condom into my mouth, making me swallow, before telling me to go to bed and wait for you. I do as I am told.





This post was written for Wicked Wednesday, with the prompt "Relax." Pop over there to see more sexy stories.