Please note: This was written for the
Literotica 750 Word Project 2021
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So it's only 750 words long.
Two longer similar stories of mine are linked at the end - consider this a taster.
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Erotic pleasure, for me, starts in the anticipation. It's often forgotten, but planning, thinking about and discussing our desires can really transform scenes into amazing experiences.
I'm in bed, with a friend with excellent benefits.
"What is it you want?" I ask, curious.
There's a wry chuckle from behind my head. "What do I want? Oh, so, so much... Let me think."
A pause, and you clear your throat.
"I want to hear you breathe," you hiss in my ear, hand wrapped in a handful of my hair, pulling me close. "Breathe in."
I'm breathing, obviously, adjusting to you lying on top of me, all warm and muscled.
"Go on. Breathe in for me, now."
I take a deeper breath. In, and out. It's a bit wobbly, but it calms me, helping me into an accepting headspace where I can welcome whatever happens next.
"Yes, like that. Again. Breathe in."
I inhale, more deeply.
"And out. Lovely." I continue focusing on pulling air into my lungs, and letting it out again.
"Such regular, even, breathing. I'm looking forward to hearing how that changes."
It's a promise of something happening to make it change. Pain, I imagine.
I shrug, feigning nonchalance.
There's a sudden slap on my bare arse. It's lightning-quick, and unexpected, and stings.
Your voice is next to my ear now, and sounds much more menacing.