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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I've always enjoyed writing, never had a hand in erotica though. Hope ya'll like this.
The spark, a light of ignition that can bring warmth or cinder, the flame begets smoke.
We met, many centuries ago. Aeons have passed in that singular moment where she grabbed my hand, the world came to a stop, music dulled and the colours of magic dimmed. She was the only illuminated, she beaconed out and I found myself lost. That one moment I became totally aware of who was in front of me, the synchronisation of the collision was just too perfect. My senses began to heighten, an exhilarating force pushed me forwards, we kiss and reality as we know it ceases to be. She brought her hand to my face, bring me closer to her lips, the softness of her touch calmed this raging animal inside. I held her in by the hips, she held me by mine. Lips onto mine we lowered to the bed, nails gently down her stomach. Stopping me, the smile, and the flicker in her eye. She knew that she had me, she knew I was powerless in that moment.
She got up, laughed and took off her shirt and threw it beside me. The smell of peaches and lavender subtly entered the senses, she had me, she knew it, and she loved it. Climbed on top of me to find that I was already hard, the blood rushing already, feeling the throbbing sensation bringing my cock to do a little dance of its own. She leant over me, the gentle kiss nibble on my neck, I could feel her heart as she pressed her chest to mine. The steady thump, the tickle of her hair, the softness of her skin. I bit gently into her neck, and she bit into mine. My fingers slowly scratched up her sides, I could feel the shudder in her breath as she inhaled, feel the lip being bitten away in my peripheral vision. She sat up, looking at me, feeling me through my jeans, grinding slowly. I sat up, held her by the waist and pulled her in closer, kissed her as I turned to the top. I could feel my cock pressing hard against her. Pressing against the jeans, her legs spread. I kissed her neck, held her hips still as she gasped, the adrenaline was overwhelmingly powerful. I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. Towering over her, the tables had turned. She grabbed my t-shirt telling me to take it off, laying there, leg spread, her thong barely covering her pussy. Taking off my shirt I put her legs over my shoulders and lean in and bite into her thigh. I held her thong to the side and gently lick her clit a little, glanced up to see her face, fixated on me, the want in her eye, the need to have me. I slipped off her thong and held her hips as she was writhing about held them tight as my tongue pressed and licked her clit. I could feel her building up as she ran her fingers through my hair. She let out a moan and pulled my hair in tight, I could feel hear nearing, almost like a wave that’d just come in on the ebb. I quickened the pace, and slipped two fingers into her, played with her g-spot as she tensed. She was there, she had hit the point of euphoric ecstasy. The power in her thighs and the moan of lust had broken through. She hungered, for more.
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