Erotica

[passionman1]

I've been writing for nearly twenty years and decided to write some erotica a few years back. I thought some of you might enjoy this particular story. It's rather long - (16 pages) and since I can't see a way to attach files here, I'll just paste the first part of it in. If people are interested in hearing more, let me know and I'll feed you the rest of it a little at a time.

The Gift
By
Passionman


Hannah put her paintbrush down and stood back, admiring her stenciled artwork. She had never thought of herself as much of an artist until Brad came into her life and encouraged her. She had to admit she wasn’t half bad at it now. But at the rate she was going, she’d never have the damn project completed. She glanced down at her watch. It was 10:30 and in another eight hours he’d be getting on a plane and heading home. Sleep nagged at her aching bones and the new Jacuzzi whispered in her ear. She eyed it and gave in, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
It had been Brad's idea to install one and though she’d had reservations about the added expense, she was now quite glad he had won her over. As the room warmed up from the hot steaming water filling the tub, she peeled off her top and tossed it on the floor, smiling at the memory of Brad’s devilish grin as he talked her into it. She could still see the twinkle in his eye as he told her all the wonderful things they could do in there. She wondered what he was doing right now: if he was thinking about her. Her skin prickled at the thought of his hands running down her back.
She removed her bra and ran her fingers lightly over her nipples, raising gooseflesh. She could almost see him, smell him, and feel him there with her. She closed her eyes as her hand drifted down over her abdomen and undid the button to her jeans. They joined her top over in the corner, and a moment later her hand was beneath her panties, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her mind soared to her favorite fantasy and as she sank into the warm water, she envisioned the door opening behind her and felt Brad’s phantom arm grabbing her and covering her mouth with a broad soft cloth. How she loved the idea of giving up control to him, the feeling of urgency and the lustful need that coursed through her veins.
Gently, but firmly, she saw herself led to the tub and bent over. Her body quivered as her legs were parted and her breath was stolen away as she felt his hands brush the inside of her thigh. The tantalizing caress lasted an eternity until a warm wet kiss lit on her button and traced a long slow path to the base of her spine. Back and forth it went, methodically exploring every fold and crevice.
Her body began to rock, as she imagined herself pushing against his warm mouth sliding up and down her bottom. Every pass brought another shudder, every dart of his tongue, delirium. And then she imagined him turning her around and pushing down the cloth from her mouth, presenting his cock to her. She eyed his thick loving member waving in front of her lips as his hand cradled her head. Firmly, he pulled her forward and her mouth went over and around him. He moaned as he slowly moved back and forth driving deeper and deeper into her willing throat. Her eyes rolled back as he quickened in her mouth. Yes, yes, her mind screamed. Make love to my mouth. Fill me with your need, your desire: give me everything you got right down to your core.
But where she really wanted him was inside her and so she ordered the fantasy as she desired and had him pin her to the floor with powerful hands. His burning mouth seared her lips and his erect member pushed and pried it’s way into her like a fire brand, stretching her insides to their very limits, scratching the unreachable itch. Over and over, he thrust into her until at last she shuddered and fell back against the smooth tiled wall. The vision of him surrounding her body and clutching at her hips remained for a long time. She took the last of her heaving breaths and collected herself, wondering if she should ever tell Brad about her driving need for him to control her like that. It frightened her just a little too much to think that being forced could be so tantalizingly delicious. And she also worried what he would think of it. In her fantasy, Brad was fifty again and still fairly solid, but the reality was, was that he was now sixty-five and a gentle soul, tender in his touch and respectful to a fault. Would he agree to what would be considered tantamount rape of his wife even if she begged for it?
She gazed into the swirling water of the Jacuzzi that was nearly full and its eddies were dashing against each other in a wild frenzy, mirroring her turbid thoughts. Briefly, a year ago, she had entertained acting on the fantasy she’d just had with one her co-workers. He was a foreigner, a grad student from India with short curly black hair. ‘Eye candy,’ her girlfriend Lennie called him. But she loved her husband, and though he had given her permission to act on her desires and needs with other men, she had always backed off. She would never take the chance. Brad was her rock, her one true love and no desire, no matter how fervent was going to jeopardize it.
That, in a nutshell was the problem. She just couldn’t bring herself to act on the permission that had been given her. His words rang in her ears as she sank deeper into the tub. ‘I’m so much older than you sweetheart, and someday I won’t be able to fulfill certain needs.’ Yet, she resisted that reasoning, not so much because she would feel guilty about it, but because she had convinced herself that sex was something she could do without if need be. She had tried to ignore the primal needs of her body as Brad grew older and worked less and less, but now it was becoming apparent he had been right. What was more, she now hesitated to confide in him as she once had about her needs and fantasies. She knew what he would say, ‘go ahead, please take care of yourself,’ and she didn’t want to hear it because it was true. He had over the long course of their marriage, tuned her body like a Stradivarius, and like any great instrument it demanded to be played.
She laid her head back on the edge of the tub and let the jets work at her tired aching muscles. What was she going to do? Everyday now, her body nagged for attention and though her finger, and the vast array of toys, sufficed, they did not satisfy. Her body screamed for hands and legs and fingers pinching nipples and a rigid cock pushing into her. Again, the olive skinned face of the grad student intruded into her thoughts. She had spoken to him now and again when they had bumped into each other in the lunchroom. She liked his mind. It was sharp and thirsty for knowledge. She also knew he was interested in her by the way he studied her when they chatted. He had a subtle warmth and honesty in his gaze. Sometimes she wondered if he knew she was married because of how he looked at her. While it was true she didn’t wear the traditional wedding ring, she had to believe word had gotten around to him. In any case, she knew if she gave him the go ahead he would be at her feet like a puppy panting for a bone.

[HerLittleGuy]

Nicely painted word-canvas. You've piqued my interest.

hlg

[roadrunner]

Waiting for more!

[passionman1]

Here you go.

When she crawled into bed, she found going to sleep difficult, and when it came, it came in spurts and fits and often her mind drifted back and forth between her husband and the grad student. Finally, she pushed back the sheets and got up. ‘I have to do something about this,’ she muttered. ‘But what? I wish you were here babe with your arms around me. You always know how to tame the wild beast in me. Got to get that guy out of my head . . .. But I don’t want to. Should I tell you how I feel? We’ve always been so open with each other. God, my heart is pounding. Coffee, I need coffee. Time to think this through, get my head around it.’
She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was four-thirty and the first light of dawn was just creeping in through the bay window. Brad would already be up and into his second cup of decaf. She could see him in her minds eye, reading the paper and nibbling at a Danish, careful to avoid spilling crumbs on his faded gray wool suit. He was such a stickler for being neat and tidy. It was one of the many idiosyncrasies that endeared him to her over the years. He was her hero, her child, her father, everything rolled up into one slender, careworn package and she guarded him like a pit bull.

‘So what am I thinking: that I want to bring this guy into our life and eventually into our bed. Is this what I really want? And then what? If everything goes perfect and all my fantasies come true and yada, yada, yada, does that mean we all live happily ever after? I don’t think so. Come on, wake up Hannah! You know the answer to that question. Still, I can’t help from thinking about him. God, I hate it when my husband’s right! I must be crazy,’ she thought as she spooned in a healthy dose of sugar into her morning constitutional.


Hancock International airport was unusually busy when Hannah drove her early model Volkswagen Thing into the circle. She maneuvered it through traffic and found her husband, as usual, engaged in conversation with a complete stranger he had more than likely met on the plane. The man could befriend anyone! She pulled up to the curb and popped the trunk.

“Hi honey.”

“Hullo love. Did you miss me?” he said wheeling his carry on bag around behind the car. He pulled her body into him and she felt him inhale her.

“You know I did. Did you have a good flight?”

“Any time you walk away from a plane on two legs my love, it’s a good flight. You look beautiful today as usual, smell wonderful too. Oh, by the way, this is Jake, Jake, my wife Hannah.”

She gave the man a casual glance. He was in his forties, she guessed, clean-shaven with dancing blue eyes. His smile was warm and his manner easy. She extended her hand. “So, did he talk your ear off?”

The man laughed. “Actually, I think it was mutual. You know you’re all he could talk about.”

“Is that a fact?” Hannah said, cocking her eye at Brad. She gave him one of her trademark ‘will-you-stop-hyping-me-up-to-others’ looks as she shoved his bag in the trunk.

“Don’t scold him too hard. The man tells the truth from where I stand,” Jake said playfully.

“Well, Brad, it’s been good chatting with you.”

“And you, too. Perhaps we can get together sometime, maybe for drinks or dinner?”

The man shrugged. “I’d like that. Here’s my card. Nice to meet you Hannah.”

“You too, and take care.” She opened the door and ushered her husband into the front seat as Jake headed into the parking garage. As he went, she noticed him glancing back every now and then. Over the years, she had grown accustomed to people doing double takes. Brad and her were twenty-one years apart. But for some reason, she got the feeling this was more than just a double take.

“Okay, what have you been up to, mister?” she demanded getting in behind the wheel.

“What are you talking about?” Brad said, looking off; a habit he had when he hiding something.

Hannah grinned. “You know damned well what I’m talking about. Get yourself buckled in.”
Brad eyed her mischievously. “Home, dear. Your husband needs one of your famous back rubs. That damn plane just about paralyzed me. Oh, I found this in my bag yesterday morning,” he said, and pulled out a small black book.

When she saw her journal, her eyes widened. She had always shared her inner thoughts and writings with her husband, but that book wasn’t for his reading pleasure. There was a moment of silence between them. Finally he said, “I take it this one wasn’t for my perusal.”

“So, how much –“

“Most of it. I thought it was –

“I know. It’s not your fault.”

“How long have you had these fantasies, and why didn’t you tell me about them? We’ve always been up front about our needs and desires.”

She didn’t know quite what to say. She knew he was disappointed that she would keep such things away from him, but she also didn’t feel the need to defend or explain herself either. The things in that book were her private thoughts and feelings. At last she glanced at him and said, “I know you’re hurt, but I do have a right to some thoughts and feeling without your knowing them.”

Brad sighed. “True. I just worry –“

“I know you do. We’ll talk later, okay Honey? I need some time to sort through what I want to say, and you; time to digest what you’ve read. I love you.”

“And I love you, too . . . to pieces.“


A number of months passed and during that time Hannah discussed some of her fantasies with her husband, but the big one about being bound, gagged and forced to service her abductor, she kept to herself. She wondered whether Brad had read about it because he never brought it up in all of their discussions, but then she reminded herself it was tucked away under the sleeve of the book, hidden from accidental discovery. In the mean time, the guy Brad had befriended on the plane trip back from Columbus had become a frequent guest at their house.

Hannah was on her way home from grocery shopping for a dinner party that Brad and her had planned with friends over the weekend. The Friday night traffic had eased considerably and the ride home was a comfortable excursion with Dave Mathews whispering out from the CD player. She turned down route 92 and headed toward Cazenovia under a star spattered sky, her thoughts firmly planted on a quiet evening at home with Brad. It had been a busy day and the notion of sinking into a warm tub with him appealed. The darkened landscape slipped past her window like a thief until at last their driveway lights calling her home came into view.

“Hi Honey, I’m home,” she called out as she opened the front door.

“I’m in the study,” Brad called out. “Be right out.”

She set her grocery bag on the kitchen table and started down the hall to hang her jacket up. She met Brad half way there. He gave her a hug and kiss, and took her jacket. Something felt different about him, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. He gently corralled and herded her back to the kitchen. “I couldn’t find a decent Zin, so I got a Pinot for tomorrow night. You think that’ll be alright?”

Brad gave her a mysterious smile as a floorboard creaked somewhere distant in the house.

“It’ll be perfect. I was thinking about a bowl of ice cream with some chocolate sauce. Could I interest you in joining me?”

She raised her brow. “Of course you can . . . what was that noise?”

“What noise?”

“I don’t know. Sounded like someone going up the stairs.”

Brad shrugged and turned his attention onto the carton of vanilla ice cream. “Probably just the wind. You know how it blows up here. Whipped cream?”

She nodded. “Why do I get the feeling, I’m being buttered up?”

Brad handed her a spoon, set the large bowl of ice cream in the center of the breakfast bar and had her sit across from him. He loved sharing ice cream this way, watching her intently with his deep brown eyes as she slowly measured every spoonful. She knew he knew that eating ice cream was more than just having a treat; it was like sex to her and had to be approached with focus and desire. Before long she was so involved with the experience that whatever had stirred in her regarding Brad’s behavior melted away. At length, he curled the last spoonful of chocolate sauce and cream onto his spoon and fed it to her.

“Why don’t you head up for a nice long soak,” he said, stroking her face with his hand from across the bar.

“That’s sounds great. You coming with me?”

“Be up in a minute. Just have to finish up a few things.” He set the empty bowl in the sink and patted her affectionately on the bottom. “Off with you now.”

As the water filled the tub, Hannah set out towels and their robes. The distant city lights twinkled through the arched window crowning the Jacuzzi. A full moon played in a smattering of thin black clouds. She pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it in the hamper as the water ran. She would dispense with the usual bedtime reading ritual tonight. Her skin prickled at the thought of Brad running his hands down her back as she removed her bra and pants, adding them to the laundry heap. Almost she could feel his hands on her now. She breathed deep of the vanilla scented water and stretched, arching her slender body like a swan.

Then suddenly, the lights went off. She blinked into a pitch-black void, startled. “Brad . . . Honey the lights. I think we tripped a breaker.”

There was no reply except for the sound of a door opening behind her. She smiled when she smelled sandalwood. Brad wore it exclusively - all the time. “You devil,” she cooed, and she waited for the familiar feel of his hands on her hips. But the arm that wrapped around her wasn’t his and it covered her mouth with alarming speed. In moments she was pinned to the floor and subdued. Her heart pounded in her chest as a tiny yellow candlelight pushed back the darkness. To her astonishment, she saw Jake kneeling beside her, and behind him stood Brad smiling down. He winked at her and turned to the man. “Take good care of her, you hear?” And then he turned on his heel and left the room.

[HerLittleGuy]

Nice start.

[passionman1]

Part 3

Gently, but firmly, she was led to her candlelit bedroom, bound and pushed down to her knees. Brad was giving her, her ultimate fantasy and she didn’t know how she felt about it. It was one thing to dream it, quite another to experience it. And, more importantly, would it forever change her relationship with her husband? She gazed at Jake, ambivalent about how she felt. He was a beautiful man with sun kissed tan skin and a toned, smooth body. He looked down at her and stroked her hair with his long slender hand. In the soft muted light, she could see the outline of his large rigid cock straining against his dockers. He moved forward and brushed it against her face, then slowly unzipped him and released it from its cradle. She gasped when she saw it. He was much larger than she had imagined.

“Are you afraid?” he said, his voice low and beguiling. With his hand never leaving her shoulder, he walked around her and she could sense the urgency building in him. He wanted her, but she knew Brad would have forbidden him from taking her too quickly. Suddenly, his hot breath was in her ear, and she felt his tongue darting around its rim and lobe.

“If you suck me real good, maybe I’ll put it inside you,” he said and she felt his fingers slide through her long hair and ball it up into his loose fist. Her body quivered as he moved around in front of her, his semi-rigid cock inches from her face. She took a deep breath as he pulled her head forward. He tasted sweet and tangy and her tongue leapt around his cock. She took him into her mouth, filling herself to the utmost limit. Her mind was in a frenzy as she sucked him faster and faster. How she wanted to devour him, take him all the way down her throat. She pulled back, breathless and licked the pulsing head.

“You want more?” she murmured.

He considered her a moment. “Maybe. You want it deep inside you? “

“Yes,” she gasped. “I want to take you all the way down, feel you in my throat.”

He bent down and looked her square in the eye, his hand still knotted in her hair. “You like sucking me?”

“Oh my God, yes,” she sighed. “I love it.”

He smiled. “You want me to fuck your throat?”

“Yes.”

“Then you shall have your wish.” He drew her up gently by the hair and marched her over to the bed. “Do it good and don’t let me feel any teeth or I fuck you. You understand?”

His hands pushed her down onto the bed and maneuvered her around so that her neck hung over the edge. She was at his mercy as he stepped up before her. Little by little, she worked his cock into her mouth, until at last she overcame her body’s urge to gag and with it, he slid into her like a hot knife into butter. Slowly, he drove his long cock in and out of her throat, each time a little faster until all at once he got up and repositioned her on the bed. Skillfully, he ran his fingers down the inside of her thighs, tantalizing her until a warm wet kiss lit on her clit. Back and forth it went, methodically exploring all of her hidden places.
Every pass brought indescribable pleasure, every probing penetration of his tongue, ecstasy. His mouth coursed over her like a warm river and his fingers filled her insides, scratching her unreachable itch. Again and again, he thrust them into her, sending her over and over the cliff. Her body was in a world of its own, pulsing and writhing. She wanted him, wanted him to plunge his long cock into her, to fill her. He ignored her though and continued to lick and nibble, to suck and probe until she thought she would pass out. But each time her body threatened to collapse, he would back off and let it collect itself before beginning all over again.

“Do you want me?” He said.

“Oh, God yes,” she cried.

His finger pulled out of her and he put it to her lips and let her taste herself. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” she gasped.

“Not yet,” he said, and he came up beside her and grasped her breast with his hand, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Her body tingled and she arched her back up toward his waiting lips. With a vengeance he descended on her breast, one then the other, sucking and nipping here and there while his hand went back to playing between her thighs. Her brain was on fire as he tortured her with exquisite pleasure. “Please,” she cried. She no longer cared for anything. Her body demanded him and she grit her teeth and begged, “Please fuck me.”

And he did, driving himself so deep into her she thought she would split in two. In his eyes was the fury of lust on an unprecedented scale matched only her need to be filled. She looked up into his shadowed face, dimly lit in the candle lit room. She was both frightened and exhilarated by the ferocity of his gaze and she felt herself lift out of her body and float above them. They were pure sex below, him gorging on her body like a wild beast, her drinking him in like a parched dessert, and it went on and on, rising like a torrent and subsiding like a passing wave.

And then he pulled out and turned her over, his hands savagely gripping her flanks and he spread her hips. A warm tongue flicked at her ass sending waves crashing through her, and then she felt something cool and slippery spread along her crack and up into her with a long probing finger. Deep into her the finger went, its tip curling and coaxing her body to new and exhilarating heights. She gasped with each stroke and then another finger was inside her and another, pushing her walls apart and she begged him to fill her with his beautiful cock.

She pushed back hard as he pressed it to her back door, and when she felt him slide in, she cried out. Stroke after stroke, he loved her until last she felt his balls tighten against her bottom and with one last thrust, bury himself into her and emptying himself like a pent up river. Everything went dark then and she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[HerLittleGuy]

That was a hot chapter!