He showed his first moment of weakness, expressing it in a tiny gasp and in his fingers tightening, pulling her closer until his entire member was in her mouth, and she sucked as if her life depended on it.

“Stop” he commanded harshly, pulling her to her feet and thrusting her against the wall. “I want to take you and fuck you now”.

“Okay”, she whispered, shocked at her own obedience. She wanted to rebel, but the idea of him inside her left her speechless. Before she could recover she was up against the wall, then lifted in the air. She felt her self impaled on him as he crushed her against the wall, driving up and into her. She felt the pressure mounting, building within her, could taste the salty sweat on his neck.

Just as she was about to come, however, as her breath quickened and her eyes closed in sacrifice, her pulled out. Grinning down at her, her straightened her knickers, brushed down her hair.

Without saying another word she push her out of the door, leaving her dizzy and shocked in the bright sunlight.

Sighing and shaking out her mane of wavy hair, she began the walk to work.

He pushed her up against the wall in the dark hallway, pushing his coarse hands beneath her bra, thrusting his rock hard cock against the fabric of her jeans. She hadn’t seen him coming, but could smell his breath and the sweet smell of his fragrance. It mingled with his sweat, musky and hot, and despite herself she felt herself responding, quivering at his touch, at those rough manly hands sweeping across her clothes.

“You weren’t meant to be here” She gasped. “I have to get to work…”

His hands cupped the full shape of her breast under her thin cotton tshirt, and she gasped as he bit at her shoulder, pinching the flesh between his teeth until she made a noise, and the skin glowed pink. She could feel his cock pulsing, and heard the sound of his zip.

“Suck it” He demanded, pushing her to her knees, where he could see down the front of her top to a tantalising flash of nipple.

To be continued…. Come back for your next sexy snippet tomorrow…

The club was busy, with deep base pumping from the speakers, and body pressing upon body in the hot darkness. I saw her dancing in the centre of the room. Eyes closed, she swayed in time to some other song, and from across the dance floor I could see the beads of sweat sliding down her throat as she moved, trailing downwards to the neck of her top, disappearing beneath it.

Her body was lithe, long legs extending from a tight skirt, and full pert breasts displayed to perfection. I wanted, suddenly and unexpectedly, to slide my tongue along that exposed flesh, to taste the salt on her hot flesh. I wanted to slide aside the fabric of her top, brush my cheek against that hard nipple, take it in my mouth and hear her gasp.

I walked down the steps to the dance floor, my eyes never leaving her as she twisted in some distant rhythm, eyes closed and lips parted. Then without warning she opened her eyes, looked straight into mine. And then she smiled and raised her chin, exposing the pale skin of her neck. I kept walking, heart beating faster and faster as I got closer to her, until I was in front of her. We looked each other up and down, I in my tight black dress and her, hot and damp, clothes clinging to her form. She grinned, and I could see the red of her lips against the uneven plain of her teeth. Breath coming fast and furious, her dancing was full of passion, and I could see the music flowing through her even as she stood still.

“I love dance music” She explained, in a voice carved from ivory. “It gives me a chance to forget myself, forget everything around me. To become at one with the music”.

“Quite a speech!” I replied, aware only of this amazing girl, her simple philosophy’s and her glorious skin as smooth as cream. “I like that you like dance music”. I dared to touch her shoulder, lift a dark hair from the damp skin, smooth it off her face. Eyes crinkling, she lifted onto her toes, and placed a getle sensuous kiss on my lips.

Before I knew it, we were back at mine. The second we were through the door she pushed me against the wall, and I could feel her pressing against me. Her heart beat through to my chest, and I heard myself breathe in sharply, hands hovering, barely daring to touch her. Then she pressed her lips against mine, soft, and slid her wet tongue into my mouth. Tongues delving deeply, I felt her slide her hand up my thigh, caressing my soft skin and drifting across the wet fabric of my panties. A jolt ran through me, and I dared to raise my hand, pressing against her breasts, running my fingers along the line of her top where skin met soft fabric. I saw goosebumps raise on her skin, felt her breath hot in my mouth.

I undressed her in the heat of passion. I pulled her top over her head, revealing lacy bra and flat toned stomach. I had never done this before had only imagined the skin of a woman against mine. I knew what pleased me, and the touch of such delicate, soft skin was driving me wild. How had I ended up here, with this beautiful nymph-like creature drawing please from deep inside me and sending me on that slippery slope to sexual heaven.

Bending to kiss the exposed flesh of her stomach, I slid her out of her skirt. Then off came the knickers and bra, and she stood before me in her full beauty. Her pussy was shaded with dark hair, and her breasts were as soft and full as I’d imagined, her nipples dark and hard against the pale skin of my palm. I took one in my mouth, something I’d never done before, and felt it harden in reaction to the caress of my tongue. I bravely slid my hands between her legs, parted the flesh and felt her growing wet against my probing finger tips. Clenching onto my fingers she returned the favour, and I gasped as the tips of her fingers stroked my clit and as her mouth sought out my breast.

She pushed me onto the floor, pulling my clothes off as she went. I felt my bare back on the hard ground and then her soft skin pressing against mine as she straddled me. She moved up my body, and her breasts swung against mine from above, nipple to nipple. The touch was light and soft, and the hairs on my skin stood to attention as I shivered. I pressed up against her, felt the lines of our body melt together, and I felt the wetness of her cunt against my stomach. Then I spread my legs, and felt her slide between them. Her tongue flicked between my folds, slid inside me and then darted out, teasing my clit until I moaned. At the same time, her finger was inside me, stroking forward, long and slender. My hands were touching her soft hair, feeling it brush against my skin as she delved into me. Breathing faster and faster, she sucked my clit into her mouth, sucking and nibbling. With her finger inside me, I shuddered and came.

She had the same passion making love as she did when twisting on the dance floor – I could feel every inch of her skin buzzing as she endeavoured to make me come again and again, fingers sliding against parts of me that reduced me to jelly, tongue dancing between peaks and folds.

She slid back up my body, those full breasts against mine again, and her mouth was kissing me, I was tasting myself on her tongue. As she kissed me, I rubbed against her, playing with a nipple, teasing her . Horny from my orgasm, she came in waves, arching her body so I saw the curves of her body silhouetted above me, sweat mingling, cunts hot and close.

She climbed off me, dropped a kiss on my shoulder and whispered her name in my ear. Lying dazed on the floor, I watched her dress and leave, picturing again and again the rise and fall of her breasts, the gasping cry of her orgasm. The feel of female form against female form, fingers stroking, touching. I shuddered once, and my own fingers between my legs, coming away hot and damp, I came again.

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If you are wandering why I am doing this, then let me reassure you that I am not a sexually deprived individual – I have regular, very enjoyable sex. Sometimes it is passionate, sometimes it is wild, sometimes I am tied up and being fucked against a wall. Sometimes I am making love. I am in a happy and healthy relationship, and this writing is no hint at wanting any sexual come-ons or needing validation.

I enjoy erotic fiction, and know that I would love a place to read some harmless, generally inoffensive writings, complete with throbbing members and the occasional husky “Fuck me”. I want to write down what turns me on, what turns me on in my head, what I fantasise about when I’m alone (or not).

If you will find any of the above offensive, simply do not read on. If you are of an open, exploratory and sexy nature, I hope you will come back for more.