Bernice was a writer. She wrote erotic stories as a hobby. Often, she received mail from her readers asking about her personal life and if she wrote from experience. She sat staring blankly at her computer screen, thinking about an email she had just read. The person had written, "Dear Hottie, I bet you like it in the ass. I'd be more then happy to stick my dick up your ass anytime. " It was signed with their screen name which was Bulldozer. Bernice sighed and reached with her mouse to close the email.
It was a pleasure to write and especially pleasing when she received good feedback. It was rare to get nasty responses and always disheartened her when she did. It also made her wonder if writing the erotic stories was a mistake. But where else could she write and be read by so many people? It turned out she did better with erotic material then regular stories. And besides everything else, it was fun to write it.
Bernice was in her mid-forties. She was still pretty attractive at her age, in fact, she felt that she was more attractive now then she had been twenty years earlier. She had also grown sexually, over the years, experience did that for those that were willing to learn. It amused her to think some of her readers assumed her to be some young, sex nympho whose fingers were smoking and her pussy on fire while she wrote. If that were the case, she'd never finish a story!
In reality, she did love sex and practiced the fine art of lovemaking whenever possible. She had shed all the hangups of her youth and believed there was nothing wrong in having a healthy sex life. A good fucking was usually just what the doctor ordered to put things in their proper perspective. Bernice thought herself 'adventurous' and wasn't afraid to try new things, as long as it didn't involve pain or something that made her feel foolish. She wasn't into that at all but didn't disapprove of what anyone else might like. 'To each his own' was a favorite saying of hers.
Her current lover was a married man. They saw each other when it was possible and the sex was outstanding! She didn't feel guilty about their involvement because she didn't want anything from him except a physical relationship and good conversation afterwards. She had no desire to break up anyone's marriage. Besides, she liked her life the way it was and a man could be a pain in the ass to live with. She'd been married, not once, but twice and wasn't ready to try that again anytime soon.
Bernice pushed her chair back, stood up and walked into her bedroom, yawning. It was after 2 a. m. and she was tired. She crawled into bed and turned the light on the nightstand off, then lay back on her pillow. As she drifted off to sleep, a new story idea crept into her mind, she smiled a little, it'd be there in the morning.
She woke early, the idea for a story still there, getting stronger by the minute. Bernice jumped into the shower, then dressed. She hurried, anxious to get to her computer now. But first she made a pot of coffee, figuring she'd be needing it. She sat down at the computer and launched a word processing program. She sat for a moment, thinking, fingers suddenly flew over the keyboard in sure strokes. On screen it said,
"Let's Get Personal"
Rose was horny. She'd been for hours, sitting at her computer, writing about sex! "Damn, my pussy is sooooo fucking wet. " she moaned. Her fingers had crept into the waistband of her sweatpants and were slowly wiggling their way down a familiar path. It took just a couple of seconds and they had found their way into her panties. "Aaaaaaaaah yeeeeeeesss... " she whispered in a husky voice. Two fingers held the swollen lips of her cunt open while a third moved in to find her clit, and found it quickly. Rose moved her finger in tight little circles on her sensitive nub, sending little thrills through her body. Her other hand had gone up under her sweatshirt and found a bare breast to fondle. Her thumb brushed over a nipple that stood erect and as hard as a little pebble. She moaned again, louder this time.
Bernice stopped typing and re-read what she'd written. A smile turned the corners of her mouth up and she nodded in approval. She got a cup of coffee and returned to her chair with the steaming brew. She took a sip, set the cup down, then her fingers went back to work...
"... yeah... oh yeah... " Rose moaned as she pleasured herself. Her hips rose off the chair, encouraging her fingers further exploration of her lower extremities. Her legs spread wide, opening her dripping snatch for her dancing fingers. She was panting now... her fingers knew her body well and knew exactly where her pleasure points were.
One, then two fingers thrust into Rose's pussy. She was close to climaxing and her whole body was tense with her efforts. Strands of her hair stuck out from the small beads of sweat that had appeared on her face. Her face contracted in a grimace as she reach the point of no return. The only sounds in the room was the hum of her computer and her pants and moans of pleasure.
Bernice stopped typing to pick up her coffee mug, her eyes never leaving the screen, her thoughts on the story unfolding onscreen. A sip of coffee, and back to the keyboard, fingers flying over the keys.
"Oh my God! Yessssssssssssss!" Rose screamed out as she went over the edge. Her fingers rubbing her pussy and inserting in and out quickly. The juices from her orgasm flowed out over her fingers. Her heart was pounding in time with her panting breath. Her body jerked and twitched in pleasure until finally it was over.
Rose let her body fall into a relaxed position, arms dangling over the sides of her chair. After a few moments, she sat up, a satisfied smile on her lips. Rising from her chair, she headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Bernice was surprised to find her own pussy damp and smiled a little, then laughed out loud and shook her head. "Guess my writing does get me somewhat excited!" she murmured. Ignoring her own needs, she started typing again...
Rose not only wrote erotic stories, she lived them as often as possible. She often told friends, "The best material for a story is reality. Life experiences are what readers want!"
Rose was thirty-six years old and what she considered to be in the prime of her life. She was divorced with no children and no plans of ever having any. Motherhood was not her calling. She had long, sexy legs and a great figure. Her breasts were firm with a nice, large nipples. The nipples were and dark red. It didn't take much to make them stand up and scream for attention. She couldn't be considered beautiful, her facial features included a rather large nose. But her eyes were wide set and a wonderful sky blue while her mouth looked very kissable with it's full lips. Rose always dressed sexy, except of course, when at home writing or relaxing, then she didn't bother with clothing except for sweats. Her long, rich brown hair was her crowning glory. It fell below her shoulders in soft curls that made men wonder what it would look like spread across a pillow. Men she dated would put their fingers through it and loved the way the curls wrapped around them, clinging tightly.
Bernice re-read what she'd written and went back to change a few things, including Rose's age. She decided she should be 34 instead of 35, no special reason, she just liked the number better. That was one of the things about writing that Bernice loved, you had the 'power' to do what you wanted with it. After editing, she went back to work.
Rose came out of the shower, her body pink and glowing from the hard spray of the water. She dried her body off and wrapped the towel around her hair, then started looking for something to wear. She heard the doorbell ring and grabbed her robe to go answer it. She tied it at her waist and opened the door. A young man stood there with a sloppy grin on his surprised face. "Uh... is this the Martin residence?" he stuttered. "I have a package to deliver. "
Rose looked the delivery boy over and smiled at his nervousness. "Yes it is, come on in," she told him and stepped aside for him to enter. The young man picked up a large box that had been sitting on the ground next to him, he stumbled past Rose, almost falling on his face. She laughed and shut the door. The delivery boy was surprised the hear the lock snap shut behind him. He jumped when he felt a hand on his ass and quickly turned around to face the woman behind him. She was still smiling and his cock twitched in his jeans when he saw she had untied her robe, letting it fall open.
The robe was open enough to allow the young man to see that Rose was naked under it. The nipple of one breast peeked out at him as he licked his lips, then tried to clear his throat. "Uuuuh... I... uh... need you... ummm... to... sign... oooh... ummm... er... for the package!" he finally managed to sputter, holding out a slip of paper and a pen towards Rose.
Without a word, Rose took the offered paper and pen from the boy, signed it, then dropped it. He watched the paper float to the carpet, then bent to pick it up. Before he could straighten back up, Rose had moved closer, and he found himself level with her pussy. He could smell her clean body, the soap scent was very nice and again his cock twitched. Rose put her hand on the back of the delivery boys head and guided him closer as she let the robe fall to the floor. Now he found his nose just a couple of inches from her shaved cunt. He could see moisture glistening on her pussy lips.
"Lick me," Rose commanded the young man and he dove in with a cry of lust. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmm... yessss, lick me good, baby. " She slowly moved him around so she could pull him with her as she fell on the couch, legs spread wide. The boy couldn't believe this was happening to him! He loved it! As he licked the woman, he heard her moans of pleasure, which made him all the more excited.
