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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Greetings all. I've spent a considerable number of years writing novels for my own entertainment, and have on occasion dabbled with writing short stories that appeal to the naughty imagination of others. As such, I thought perhaps I would share one such story that has been written only recently for your pleasure. I should mention that it isn't written in too crass a form this time, but if people enjoy it and want more detail, I can happily share those that are much less polite. 
"... and despite best intentions to choose a night that would be calm and starry, he had instead lost his bet with nature. Outside of his car, the trees lined the road swaying uncomfortably to and fro as leaves and twigs fell violently to the mercy of the wind whilst they creaked and groaned in the midst of their battle with the elements. The rain fell not like water but as stones, each ripple in the ever growing carpet of water splashing upward so high that no umbrella could keep any individual safe. But yet he still continued to be resolute in fulfilling his quest, for it had been in the making for quite some time. As the dimly lit car drove against the wind, the man struggled to see out of his windows with a waterfall of rain pouring over his view. Strangely in that moment with such violent weather about him, the man still managed to daydream about the woman he was going to see...
It had been quite some time ago that they first began to talk on a website, exchanging stories and sharing their passion for imagination. Between their exchanges, these stories often began light and ended rather hot and heavy which always made their hearts raise at the thought of being the main characters in their tales. Though that really was the intention, for they had met on a site dedicated to pleasuring the body without guilt or jealousy. Strangely it could be said that they were fulfilling such roles but through mental stimulation instead. Their stories each became more vivid than the last and more descriptive than the first. It had led both of them to the brink of insanity as they acted out their fantasies in storytelling with each other but without feeling one another's moist breath or hot skin. Yes, this meeting had been a long time in the making, and his thoughts were brimming with the possibilities of what to expect on his arrival.
It could have easily been a story he had written himself, for after having battled driving in such dangerous weather on his journey, she kept her unpredictability and stopped completely the moment he spotted the house he was looking for. Moments such as this rarely happened in real life and would generally remain on the silver screen, for when he pulled up beside the house, the dark and angry clouds above him gave way to the first rays of sunshine which cast their calming glow down upon the ground beneath. Although the man was slightly nervous, that sight seemed to have such a calming influence as he climbed out of the car and straightened his suit. To his left stood the door of the house where his partner in writing lived, mere feet away. As he turned heel and began to walk toward the door, everything around him seemed to slow down to a crawl. The sound of his shoes meeting the damp Tarmac seemed to slowly reverberate and echo through his ears, just as each leg moved toward a next step in what felt akin to the slow motion of an action film. An eternity of eons passed in that ever so short walk from his car to the door, and almost in a dreamlike state, he reached up and knocked the door...
Their meeting in person had been but a haze in his mind, perhaps he would never fully recollect what was talked about or how they initially reacted to each other. But disturbingly so, his mind was still analysing the drive and initial meet even now. (He felt the sting as his skin was scratched hard.) And at such a natural conclusion to the build up, he still was thinking about how it felt like a dream from the moment he stepped out of the car. (His earlobe throbbed after the vice like grip of teeth let go). All of it had led up to this moment... He finally snapped out of his thoughts, realising the situation he was in.
The dimly lit room stood silent, curtains drawn to keep the heat in and the gentle sound of an electric heater humming almost non-existentially. The muffled sound of laughter and groaning broke the eery silence. A thump was heard followed by more laughter and incoherent words were exchanged. Suddenly, the door burst open and an electric light basked it's glow from the hallway beyond as the silhouettes of two people entered the room embraced in a lock of passion, want and impatience. Such a primal and animalistic atmosphere seemed to be present between both as their instincts took over rather than common sense. Buttons pinged and flew across the room as clothes were ripped open rather than unbuttoned. Clothes were thrown carelessly in the air, his shirt catching on the ceiling fan whilst her blouse fell behind the drawers. There was not a shred of delicacy nor morsel of romance as both he and she desperately clawed through each other's clothing to reach bodies. At that moment, he suddenly spun her around, grabbing her hips to stop her as he reached upward and pushed her head downwards toward the bed. In this bent over position, he pulled her skirt up and flicked it over her lower back. He knelt behind her, hooking the material of her underwear around his finger as he dove his face with vigour between her legs, probing his tongue deeply whilst he explored her most intimate of areas. His other hand under hooked between her legs, finding her love button as he deftly began to tease it in time with his tongue. Her moans and groans only made he more determined. As he did so, she began to move back and forth, bucking her hips into his face greedily hungering for gratification and relief. A wave of warmth began to fall over her entire body as she began to quiver in ecstasy. She concentrated on her goal to reach climax as his onslaught continued, but just as that wave was about to pass over her body, he stopped. A mixture of anger and disappointment swept over her, though she realised that he was replacing his tongue with something a little more filling and satisfying. She waited for that feeling of relief for an eternity, feeling his member slowly sliding up and down against her entrance as he teased both himself and her. And just at that moment, she felt him begin to thrust his hips forward for the gratification they both so desperately needed...
The man snapped out of his daydream to the sound of a car horn blasting at him as his car veered to the wrong side of the road. He quickly corrected himself, and looked at the grey clouds above him and their cascading rain. If he made it through that storm, he vowed his daydream would be the foundations of the rest of his evening upon arriving..." |
