As an editor of erotic literature for many years, I’ve come across fans that have an interest in writing erotica.
Enjoy…
By Rand
Jasmine holds Dylan’s left hand, and begins walking across the room on the way to the bedroom. She looks back and flashes a smile, seeing him admiring her legs. He looks up to her face and grins, he gropes her ass cheek with his free hand. “Can’t wait can we”, she laughs and stops walking.
“Shut up, like you can hold back”, he grins, wraps his arms round her thighs and lifts her.
“Uhh“, she yelps as he lifts her in his arms. He sees the door leading to the open kitchen and living room, carries her there and places her on top of the granite kitchen table. Giving his breath back after the short lift, he strokes her inner thighs, slowly spreads her legs open, unable to stifle his moan in approval of her smooth legs. He continues to stroke the inside of her thighs, from above her knees to nearly her crotch. She begins to make breaths audible and slow, soon moaning herself.
His hand continues up on one of the up strokes, over the sides and the front of her short shorts. He kneels between her legs and slowly moves his hands up to the top of her shorts. Jasmine smiles and bites her lower lip. He looks up and their eyes meet, her smile widens. Wrapping his fingertips over the front buttons of her shorts, he twists the button through the opening, lowers his hands to the next button down and does the same, revealing some of a cyan coloured cotton panty. “Innocent start”, he thinks to himself.
He reaches a hand inside and strokes his fingers over her panty, reaching further down inside to see if there are any patterns or even if she is wet already. Reaching her crotch inside the bottom button of Jasmine’s shorts, he’s unsure whether she is wet down there, certainly not much yet if anything. Her thighs twitch, snapping him from his thoughts. He slowly moves his hands back up and out of her shorts, reaches for the bottom button and slides it through its opening to complete the opening of her shorts.
He lowers his head into the opening of her shorts, the tip of his nose slightly touching the bottom of her stomach. He looks up into her eyes, seeing her already looking down at him, and flashes a cheeky grin to her. A quick kiss up on her navel, and a look back at the panty then back up to her, he gets the thin top band of the panty between his teeth, and slowly pulls it back away from her skin, all the while they look into each others face. Jasmine breaks out into a giggle.
He slowly looks down, as though not knowing what to expect, perhaps a treasure inside the opening he created with her panty. Jasmine laughs a bit more. He sees the joining of two inner lips, smooth, and knows the pleasures they can bring. He slides a finger over each pussy inner lip, “Uhnn”, she stifles a moan, pushes herself into his hand, as he feels her arousal for the first time. He glides his fingertips up towards the joining of the two lips, making sure to go around her clit. He varies the pressures as she quickly starts moving her hips into his hands.
“Oh fuck that’s good”, she whispers in a quick breath. He continues stroking her inner lips, adding a finger to stroke one of her outer lips. “Mmmm”, raising her hips higher and more firmly into his fingers, “fuck!”, whispering out. He varies the pressures of his fingertips over her now wet lips, paying more attention on the inner ones as they seem to turn her on more than the outer ones, and gets back on her frenulum over and over.
“Shit, bloody hell”, she whispers again. What happened to her out of control loud voice, joking to himself.
He focuses on her clit more now, circling it in different rhythms and directions, varying the pressures.
“Ugghnnn”, she grinds her hips into his hands, his fingers now coated in her juices. “Fuck I’m gonna…”, almost out of breath and hisses, “Ahhhh….”
Her hips tremble, maybe relatively minor compared to some other women. At least it gives Dylan an easy time to keep playing with her pussy. When her moans pass their peak and her body relaxes, he embraces her with an arm around her back, riding the orgasm with her.
“Ahh, uh-ha, hhmmm”, she finishes her orgasm, and lowers her face on his shoulder. He flicks his eyebrows and smiles down to her. She smiles back, reaches up and cups his cheeks, pulls him down for a kiss on the lips. They press their lips, sometimes just pecks, savouring the moment of her orgasm.
She lays back, thanking her light jacket between herself and the cold top granite surface of the kitchen table. She shivers then relaxes, smiling up to her new found lover.
“Come on, you’re getting cold”, he holds her sides above the hips and raises her upright for a cuddle.
“Thank you honey”, she lets out her breath slowly, resting her chin on his shoulder. They break the embrace, and straighten out her clothes, then Dylan rectifies his.
“Let’s relax in the living room”, he helps her off the table and to her feet.
“Ok, aren’t you the gentleman”, she smirks, holding each others’ hands as they leave the kitchen and enter the living room.
“Here, you take that one”, he indicates Jasmine to take the longest sofa. Dylan takes the leather chair left of the long sofa, when looking towards the TV.
Dylan finds he has one too many pillows on his chair, so he grabs one and looks around the living room to see where he can toss it. Unsure where to place it, he gets an idea seeing Jasmine now lying there on the sofa. Her eyes slowly close and open, looking tired perhaps from her orgasm. He waits for her eyes to close not long later, and he flicks the pillow, bounces off her face, and lands between herself and the back of the sofa. She opens her eyes and looks blankly at the ceiling, a barely audible sigh comes from her lips. Dylan can’t help but chuckle, suddenly nervous she may be waiting for an opportunity to get him back. She closes her eyes again and drifts to sleep. Dylan stays by her in his chair, having grabbed a book to read from his bag. It’s not long before Dylan sleeps himself…
They wake within the next couple of hours, Dylan the latter of the two.
“Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine! It’s only 2:25 PM”, she laughs. Takes Dylan a couple of minutes to get his bearings.
“Aghh”, he stretches his arms out and rubs his eyes. “Really? That quick?”
“You betcha. Let’s get freshened up, so we can pop out for afternoon tea or late lunch. What do you say?”
He stretches his eyes open trying to wake up, “sounds okay”.
“Just okay?”, She puts her hands on her hips.
“Wha? Ohh”, when he finally realises what he just said. “Sorry, it sounds good”.
“Now that’s better young man”, playing mock disgust, hands still on her hips.
“Yeah?”, he looks up as she stands staring down at him, “we’re the same age. So what are you talking about?”, keeping straight lips so not to laugh and keep the conversation flowing.
“You brat. Never mind”, she smiles and turns to leave the room, returning moments later with a towel for each of them. “Come on, lets go to the shower”.
“Now? I-..I mean us?”, only afterwards realising what transpired earlier may make him sound stupid.
“Yeessss”, she responds cheekily, “we can shower together babe. It’s quicker…may not be the only good thing”
Dylan grins as he stands, and follows Jasmine into the bathroom.
“Here’s your towel”, she places it over one of the bar racks.
“Thanks Jasmine”, he cups a bum cheek through her shorts. “I want to undress you. This should be good”, he grins. He slides his hands, fingers first, inside the top of her short shorts. She moans as he massages and cups her ass cheeks in each of his hands, both hands now covered inside her shorts. He pushes inside the bottom of her shorts, moving down over the back of her thighs, taking the shorts along down her legs. Someway down her thighs, the shorts fall on their own to her feet. He enjoys the skin on skin contact, making sure his palm and every finger massages and wraps around her thighs and calves as he moves down her legs. Reaching her heels, he gives each a little rub along the back and sides under her ankles, helps her move each foot out of her shorts, before easing back up and gives each of her bum cheeks a peck with the lips.
He curls his fingers underneath the hem of her shirt, and slowly pulls it up and over her breasts. She lifts her arms to help him take her shirt off.
“Now turnaround”, she says. She gives him a little dance, grinds her crotch into his pant-covered ass, strokes along his sides, before sneaking her hands inside his shirt, pushing his shirt up from the inside, up over his chest. He Similarly lifts his arms to assist her take his shirt off. She breathes warmly down his neck and shoulders, her fingertips follow their trail. She suddenly swats his right butt cheek, and quickly lowers his paints with both hands. She turns him around, pecks him on the lips, smiles, then turns and opens the stained-glass door to the shower. She steps inside the shower and makes room for Dylan to step in beside her. She turns on the shower head, and waits until she gets a good temperature in the water stream.
Jasmine retrieves the sponge from the lower shelf on the back tiled wall. Seeing her bend down under the shower stream, water cascading down her back, ass and legs like this in front of him, he realises this is the first time he gets to admire how beautiful Jasmine really is, not just her personality and friendship, she dances and looks after her body as well. Snapping from his daydream, she is almost turned towards him, the lathered sponge in her hand. They look at each other and smile. She presses the sponge into his chest, squeezes suds to run down his chest and stomach. She changes her movements across his chest and stomach, circular motions, diagonal strokes, wave-like motions from one side to his other, seeing what feels good to him and what gets his attention. Dylan doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this, just smiles inwardly in wonderment, and enjoys the amazing soaping he’s now getting from Jasmine. She continues soaping down his front, all the way up and over his shoulders, down his chest and stomach again, it continues down over the thighs to his feet. She gets back up, realises the soap almost depleted from the sponge and reaches over to the soap to lather the sponge again.
“Turn around lover boy”, she faces him again. Dylan follows her guide then she lathers up and soaps his back, ass cheeks, and back of his legs down to his feet. She slaps his bum cheeks for good measure when done before standing back up. She turns him back around by his arms and gives him the sponge. “My turn”, she winks.
“Nice, turn around beautiful”, he says, and lathers up the sponge. He kisses and nibbles the back of her neck, then soaps it with the sponge, continues over her shoulders, down along her back and up repeatedly till he covers one side of her back to the other. Reaching her lower back, he continues down and covers her ass cheeks and crease in soap suds. He quietly turns back and places the sponge on the glass shelf. He turns back to her and kneels down behind, massages and strokes his hands up and down along her back, places kisses along her back anywhere random, and over her ass cheeks. He massages her ass cheeks in circles and different directions. He then nibbles, sucks and licks her ass cheeks, spreads and closes them. Begins with his tongue, a trail of saliva from above the top of the crease between her ass cheeks, licks down the crease, reverses up to where he came, now kisses and licks between her ass cheeks. She arches her back a slight bit, stretches her arms up and out, hands on the wall. Moving her legs and ass out towards him, she spreads her legs. He continues for a minute or more, kisses and licks the crease all the way from top to bottom between her ass cheeks, until one time licking down, the flat of his tongue slows as he approaches her asshole. Being turned on himself by this woman, he decides not to delay and tease, instead continues straight down and starts licking the rim of her asshole, and circles in towards her centre.
He reaches between her legs to massage her clit and inner pussy lips and slit. He soon creates a flutter, flicks his tongue over the rim and opening. She finds this tickles a bit, but gets used to the new sensation. He tries different ways to pleasure her back there. Using the flat of his tongue again, laps fully over her asshole, takes his time going slower than earlier, covers her pleasure zone, and starts pressing lightly on and off on her asshole with the flat of his tongue. She moans and can’t help to circle her hips in pleasure, moving her ass back, enjoying his tongue massaging and lapping at her asshole. “Oh, fuck…oohhhh”, she moans, breathes heavily but slowly, turns to her left and rests her cheek and shoulders on the wall tiles under the shower head, moves her arms from the wall down and spreads her ass cheeks, wanting to give his naughty little tongue full access to her asshole. He kisses her asshole repeatedly, and notices more water cascades down her back on to his head since she leaned into the wall. She finds she enjoys the light pressure he applies with each kiss on her puckered hole. He swirls his tongue around the rim, one of many times, as he softly places his hands over hers, and they spread her ass cheeks together. He straightens his tongue, makes it firm, and rests the tip on the opening to Jasmine’s ass.
Her moans give way to sudden silence. She keeps her ass cheeks spread for what they both know is about to happen. He presses the tip of his tongue inside, stops, and lets her get used to the tip of his tongue inside her ass. Her head tilts back, eyes closed, her mouth well open, unable to let out a moan from tensing up, yet enjoys the penetration inside her. He eases back a little, before pushing a little further inside, a short but definite moan escapes her lips. He stops for a few moments, then pushes further inside, soon finding his nose and lips pressed into the soft skin of her ass and perineum.
Jasmine tries but can’t remember the last time she had her ass licked, let alone inside. Must be years she wonders. As familiar sensations begin to flood her mind and body, feelings she’s almost forgotten, sensations emanate from the wonderful tongue that’s now giving a massage inside her ass. Dylan alternates between the massage and sliding his tongue back and forth inside, trying to give her also the feeling of being fucked in the ass by a wet tongue. She seems to enjoy the initial penetrations, when his tongue pushes inside her ass. She also loves the deeper penetration, when Dylan has as much of his tongue inside her ass as he can. He knows he’s getting on her good side when she tries to spread her ass cheeks further, already at their limits, while pushing her ass back on his tongue wanting more.
He slides out eventually for a handful of seconds, to rest his tongue. He reaches around her stomach, to massage her inner pussy lips, along her slit, and includes her clit every now and then. She grinds her pussy into his hands, looking unbelievably sexy bending and straightening her knees, trying to make contact with his hands, all the while still spreading her ass cheeks. Dylan thinks this is the perfect time to resume tongue fucking her ass again, combined with the attention on her pussy.
“Ohhh….Ohhhhhh”, her hips undulate quickly and with more purpose against his hands, only to stop momentarily as she feels his tongue back there, and welcomes it into her ass again. As his tongue pushes more smoothly inside her this time, the orgasm warms, envelopes and racks her body, grinding her ass firmly into his face. He curls his fingers round her hands and squeezes them over her ass cheeks, trying to ride her wave. Her orgasm lasts some time, maybe not as long as he thinks, considering she’s mashing her ass almost roughly into his face for a while.
After what seems like an eternity, well not to her, her orgasm subsides, and she leans on the shower wall for support. “Ooohhh….fuck”, she exhales, Dylan eases his tongue slowly out of her ass. “Phew…thank youuuu”, she whispers, out of breath.
“You’re welcome”, he smiles behind her, strokes his palm lightly down her back as he gets up on wobbly legs, having knelt for so long.
She stands there for a while getting her breath back, Dylan continues soothingly stroking her back.
“Mmmm, is that what showers can be like with you?”, she asks, almost having regained her breath. He laughs.
“Might be a sign of things to come…”, he returns to which they both laugh. Needless to say, Dylan soon soaps her front rather quickly as he offers to rest her back against the wall, she still doesn’t trust her legs to keep her standing. He rinses her body and turns off the shower head. He opens the stained glass door and they both leave the shower. They dry themselves off and wrap a towel around their body.
“Thanks so much for coming over”, she says as they walk down the hallway.
“It’s my pleasure”, he replies, “I’m having a great time. Sorry I’ve got to leave so soon, didn’t expect us to be together this long. House chores make their calling”, he looks over his shoulder and chuckles to her behind. “Lets catch up on the afternoon tea next time, the weather’s been good lately. You should come over to my place as well”, he offers as he gets dressed.
“Sounds like a great idea”, her face lights up and gives him a hug, his hands trapped between their bodies from trying to do the buckle on his belt.
“Yeah I know”, he says sheepishly, “it’s my place, so of course”, he laughs as she jabs him in the arm after breaking their embrace.
“I look forward to it”, she smiles.
Having gathered his things, she leads him to the front door and opens it.
“Well, I’ll wait to hear from you”, she says, pressing their lips together one more time.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world”, he wraps a hand around her left arm, slides it down her forearm and over her hand before letting go, looking into each others eyes. He smiles and turns, follows the steps down the path to the front gate. She watches him leave through the gate, already looking forward to the next time they meet…