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A disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains explicit sexual content. The intention of this book of erotic literature is for the enjoyment of those aged 18 years and older.
Author's note: All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Background.
Desire is a human trait that leads us to do some irrational things. However, most of the time we hold our cravings in check. Then as we move on with our lives, we look back and consider the what-ifs of some of those path's we chose to bypass.
As a writer, I can create some of those fantasies for you. What my words portray might not be exactly how you would have liked your forbidden fantasies to play out. However, they are my version of some that most of us can relate to in our lives.
I've written a few of those fantasies, in a series of books called, 'A Woman's Pleasure.'
Book Description:
Adult content 18+
I've written this erotic romance story, 'Make-Up Sex,' in the 2nd person. It's the 1st book in, "A Woman's Pleasure Series,' of erotic short stories.
The theme of this erotic series is to bring women pleasure. By writing it in 2nd person, it allows the reader to slot into the character. Be warned though; you'll feel like you are having a sexual encounter as it's written in a cyber-sex chat format.
As the title suggests, the theme is of a couple having 'Make-Up Sex.' I've used very detailed and descriptive words to depict a picture of the action as it unfolds. The story is a hot, erotic and steamy sex chat. It's between a couple who are embracing in the act of sensually seductive foreplay and copulation.
Do enjoy the theme as you immerse yourself in the story. It will bring you into the world of sensual pleasure and orgasmic bliss ...
This series of short stories describe sex or love making as one would hope couples interact. I take quite a deal of time to describe a sensual and pleasurable experience for both. As we all would hope, sex shouldn't be a mundane chore.
Table of Content:
Chapter 1: - Prelude.
Chapter 2: - Setting the Scene.
Chapter 3: - Erotic Power Exchange.
Chapter 4: - Cock Play.
Chapter 5: - Sucking Cock.
Chapter 6: - Deep Throat.
Chapter 7: - Sweet Pleasure.
Chapter 1: - Prelude.
It's been a full week since I've spoken to you or had a sex chat with you. These have been the longest seven days. I've been spending my time simply hanging around home. I've been waiting for your profile name to flash up on my screen.
The flickering of the screen draws my eyes to the right-hand corner. I note the time, and it's the same time that we used to chat each day. Having now lost faith that you'll contact me, I decide to focus my attention on a few of my work projects.
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Despondent, I'm on my laptop writing another story when suddenly that familiar, "Ping-Ping," sound of a chat message grabs my attention. I switch to my Gmail page. I'm so excited because I know in my heart that it's you.
My heart skips a beat in anticipation that my cyber lover has returned. I open the page, and the chat box lights up your name. Again, my heart jumps, and I can feel my chest tighten with sheer delight.
"Hi! Sorry, I'm not exactly sure what we were arguing about, but this is ridiculous. We've been so comfortable with each other and enjoyed each other's friendship, so much that I just can't live without you anymore. The fact is, not only do I want you, I need you," The message reads.
The time on my computer screen says eight p.m. and I know that's when you're usually free. We have always saved that time for each other. It's our time, the time we reserve for our daily sex chats.
"Wow! What a lovely surprise. Sure, Pet! I'm fine with that," impulsively, I type back.
"I know you've been struggling with your emotions and the intensity of our online relationship. Let's have a sex chat first. Then we'll discuss what's been troubling you later. You do know that I've missed you?" I again type those familiar words.
"I've missed you as well, Sir. I can't wait, to read your words, I so want them to stir my desire. I'm so glad you suggested we have a chat, I've been a bit worried you might be mad at me and moved on." I choke up when I read the text.
"Pet, I could never be mad at you. Hell, I look forward to our time together. It's addictive; you're addictive, the emotions you express to my words are addictive." I send my reply.
"Those feelings are mutual, Sir. I spend all day craving your words and what they do to me. What kind of chat do you have in mind; outdoors, public display or a bedroom scene with our usual dominant/submissive relationship?" your incoming message reads.
"I haven't given much consideration to a theme. Any suggestions?" I reply.
"Make-up sex. I've always liked makeup sex in real life. Does that sound good? Of course, it doesn't matter; you know it's just your words." Your incoming text reads.
"You have to know that your words stir the emotion within me. It's as if you are here in my bed with me. It's the intensity of your very graphic depiction of what we are doing that get to me. I get so immersed in them, what we're saying feels so real to me," you send another message.
"Okay, 'make-up sex,' cyber style it is then. We've been through such a difficult patch. I just don't know what happened. If we were in the real world, that's what we would be doing now, having intense, passionate makeup sex." I reply.
"Sounds great, Sir. I'd like for us to make up. Give me a few minutes to get comfortable. Let me know when you're ready to begin!" flashes back in my chat box.
After getting a coffee, I settle into my chair and start striking the keyboard. "Let's get started," I send back.
Then I receive your response. "I'll go first, Sir, with the theme."
Chapter 2: - Setting the Scene.
"We have a secure connection that keeps drawing us together, even though we've only been on a few dates. The past week has been hard with our real-life demands, so I'm particularly pleased to receive your text, Sir." Your incoming text reads.
"My mind is searching for the cause of our break up. Oh, yes, that's right; it was that hot buxom blonde in the apartment below mine. Nevertheless, I'm sorry, and I will not even talk to that blonde again. I'm all yours, Kitten." I reply.
'Oh, Fuck! I can never resist a one-night stand. Well, not when someone has laid it out on a platter and served it up, just to me,' I'm thinking.
"Sir, I know you were lured in by her, and I believe you when you tell me it won't happen again." Comes your reply.
Wanting to set the scene, "My mind flashes back to the vivid purple hues of your bedroom dΓ©cor. The way the gold candles flickered and created a romantic ambiance throughout your room." I send my text.
"You know, that was the last time we had wild, satisfying, hot sex. That was over four weeks ago. My cock is already stiff remembering our all-night session." I respond.
"Oh, fuck Sir. I need you tonight. I always want you. I'll be waiting upstairs. Love you, Sir," your text reads.
"I'll be there at ten p.m. be waiting for me, Pet. But most of all, be hot." I contemplate your invitation for the shortest moment then type back. With the message sent, I place my iPod back into my pocket.
Chapter 3: - Erotic Power Exchange.
While driving to your home, I'm so distracted by my thoughts; I run a red light.
With my desire to have your body for my pleasure again, I'm revved up and anxious to see you. I'm visualizing you're lying there ready for me, naked within the soft luminescence of your bedroom.
Coming to your street, it's not long before I'm turning my old silver 2004 Porsche, Cayenne S into the underground garage of your apartment building. It's just a few minutes before ten p.m., and I take the elevator to your floor. I let myself into your apartment with the key that I thought I'd never use again.
Once inside, the distinctive aromas of your home overwhelm my senses. Those are the smells my mind has connected with you. Then I move down the hallway to your bedroom.
'Fuck! I love the scent of this place.' I'm thinking as I get closer to where you're waiting for me.
Pausing at the doorway, I absorb the glorious sight of your body clad only in pink panties and an oversized T-shirt. Your sitting on the bed with your legs crossed reading something on your iPhone.
Whatever it is you're reading, it's causing your nipples to push against the T-shirt as they harden. It appears that you have become absorbed in your story.
Because of that, I'm able to enter, and you don't notice me. Out of your view, I remove my shorts and polo shirt before moving towards the end of the bed.
You turn, seeing me, you hustle along the bed toward me. By the time I've made my way to the bottom of the bed, you're there waiting. You give me a beautiful smile, as you squat back onto your knees.
Sliding your hands down, you take hold of the hem of your T-shirt. As you are raising it up, you're seductively teasing me. Then you stop slightly below your nipples. You're watching for my reaction, and a cheeky smirk creases your lips.