As an editor of erotic literature for many years, I’ve come across fans that have an interest in writing erotica. The following is a sample of what will become an erotic story series on [email protected]. Enjoy…
By Rand
Jasmine and Dylan haven’t seen each other in nearly three quarters of a year. Then its no surprise he’s looking forward to catch up finally this morning over lunch. Having no idea what to expect when they meet, he wonders how their conversations will go, and if they will meet up again soon. They haven’t seen each other for a while.
They decide to go easy and have coffee at Gloria Jeans. Dylan considers he might surprise her sometime going to a restaurant at the Shangri-la Sydney. It has a waterside view of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House, she will like that. Dylan enters Gloria Jeans early and waits at a table for Jasmine.
“How are you!”, Jasmine smiles as she approaches him not two minutes later. He gives her the once over and can’t believe how good her taste in fashion is. She wears a sparkling goldish/silver sheath cocktail dress with ruffles above and over her breasts, which continues around to her back. This is completed with similar coloured open-toe high heels.
“I’m good…now”, he laughs as they embrace, finishing with a peck from her on his lips.
“Sit down, I’ll order you a coffee Jasmine. What would you like?”. She gives him her choice and he places an order for them both.
They chat for a while over their coffee and a little later, he notices Jasmine looking somewhere behind him. A smile starts to creep on her face.
“What’s got your attention to create a dirty smile like that?”, Dylan laughs.
“Oh, nothing much. Some people have funny looking smiles and laughs, making others’ laugh”, Jasmine chuckles.
“I have some odd smiles, hideous actually”, he stares out a window.
“Really now. Can you give some examples”, she asks in a wicked tone.
“Wha-…wouldn’t you like to know”
“Come on!”, she jabs Dylan in the arm, “you brought it up”
“Yep, and you started this by eyeing the guy’s ‘smile’ over there”, Dylan emphasises smile with his waving index and middle fingers of both hands. “Let’s see”, he turns to see the guy, “you were probably checking out the pearly whites of his evil smile, his ass and bulge after he saw you”.
“Mmm, might’ve been”, she rests her chin on her hand. Dylan can’t help but laugh.
“This is great catching up. Its been a while”, he smiles, taking in her straight blonde hair and blue/green eyes. “You’ve got fantastic taste in heaps of things”
“You’re welcome”, finishing her sip of coffee, smiles, and places her hand over his. Dylan smiles back, tenses suddenly when he realises her closing the distance between them. Jasmine senses his discomfort. She smiles, still reaching over the table and presses her lips to his. The two have kissed previously, so Dylan knows this kiss shouldn’t be a surprise, maybe a bit unfair if causing awkwardness for her. He nervously accepts her lips on his. She encourages him with a quiet moan, lightly stroking her fingertips over his cheeks. The two moan as their mouths open, Jasmine presses her tongue inside. Dylan backs away suddenly and chuckles, “we should stop before we get carried away and charged for public indecency”
“Let’s get out of here then”, Jasmine laughs back…
Walking literally to the other side of the block across the road, they converse till they reach her home on their past holidays, and catch ups with relatives and friends. She opens the gate of the front white picket fence. The two go along the walkway up the steps to the entrance. The steps are concrete brown, with green side fencing on both sides. Beyond the steps’ side fencing are plants of various kinds and colours on both sides. Dylan feels satisfaction seeing Jasmine doing well for herself. The walls of her house are beige, cement smeared to create patterns over the outside walls. The window sills are dark brown, with white satin curtains on the inside from what he can tell.
“You-hoo…”, she clicks her fingers, “come inside!”, snapping Dylan out of his daydream.
“Oh-..sorry. Was just-“, he stutters.
“Leave it for inside pal”, an edge of mischief in her tone.
Dylan steps inside, turns to close the front door. Once the door’s closed, Jasmine grabs and turns his head into a passionate kiss. The two roam their hands over each other, Dylan snakes his hand inside her shoulder strap, strokes her shoulder and neck, while his other hand massages her thigh.
She breaks their embrace, feels for his toned chest and stomach through his clothes as they stare into each others eyes, hands over his hips, legs, then up again to cup both his ass cheeks through the jeans. She glides her hands over his waist, and back around to his crotch. Kissing him once more, she pushes her tongue inside for a french kiss, this time making it happen. Their tongues lap at each other, then Jasmine breaks it off all too soon.
Dropping to her knees, she looks up into his eyes, then down for a moment to release his belt, taking off his shoes and socks, followed by the jeans. She admires his black tight shorts, a pouch forms around his limp penis. She looks around and sees his tights a bit sheer at the back showing his buttocks, and gives him a quick slap back there.
“Hey, that’s bad”, Dylan pouts.
“Your little friend seems to disagree”, she looks down laughing.
“Don’t listen to it, grows at the sight of you, the little traitor…”, Dylan shakes his hips to show how limp his penis still is, flapping less by the second.
Back at the front, she cups his balls and licks the base of his limp penis through the pouch, watching it rise and expand a bit more.
She reaches in and curls her fingers inside the waistband of his tight shorts, and stretches the front down just under his balls. She crouches and wraps her right hand around the base of the shaft, her left hand sensually gliding her fingers along his shin and calves.
To be continued.