I have been writing erotic stories for a few years now. I've always felt compelled to write down my fantasies and while I'm at it, share it with others. All my stories have been based on fantasy and real people that I have met through life's many experiences. I never felt the need to discuss personal matters and let it be viewed all over America. However, I recently had an incident that was just too good to be kept a secret.....
I have been single for quite a while now. It has it's ups and downs. I usually go out on dates every weekend, but nothing really serious ever progresses. Even though I've been with other guys, there is always one guy who seemed to stand out from the rest of them all. Jimmy. I knew the first time I met him that there would be something between us, and boy was I right. I can remember the hot summer nights, sticking to the front seat of his leather car interior. Pressing his body against mine and feeling how warm his hot cock felt inside me. I was always amazed at how wet he could make me, by just a simple suggestion or gently stroking my thigh with one finger.
He is nothing short of amazing and incredibly hot. His short brown spiked hair is soft and is always lightly scented with clean shampoo. He always seems to smell like a cool sea breeze in the summer. He has a slim build and firm muscles. His reckless tattoos hug his biceps and curve all the way down his arms. I am always turned on by strong arms with tattoos. His perfect face and sly eyes pierce through my body every time I fuck him. It is almost as if our bodies complimented each other. We knew how to fuck each other and that's why we couldn't wait till our next fleeting moment of reckless and uninhibited sex.
It was a Thursday night and we both couldn't get the thought of each other out of our minds. We chatted online as we usually did on a weekly basis.
"Come over tonight." He typed to me.
How could I resist that?
Than I was intrigued when the next sentence he typed was, "I want to take you to my new office."
I smiled just thinking about the possibility of that. Jimmy worked 24/7. He was so extremely into his job that he hardly had time for anything else. He busted his ass opening up his own business and finally he had his own office and it was newly furnished and decorated to his liking. I couldn't wait to go there.
I picked him up at his house at 12am sharp and we drove into a little deserted town filled with antique barber shops and random Java huts. I parked my car on a side street and as we stepped out, only the echo of my heeled boots filled the night air. It was so dark and empty and somehow extremely erotic. I watched Jimmy move like a sleek cat over to the door. The smell of his leather jacket and warm cologne filling my senses. He took me upstairs to what seemed to look like a police precinct. I glanced down the hallway, it was so empty, yet you still got the feeling of busy offices crowded with wheelers and dealers. He took me to his office and slowly slid the key inside the lock. He opened the door and closed it behind him. It was very nicely decorated. Not too cluttered, just the way I liked it. Two large desks with two computers. Several large windows that hugged the walls. A huge fish tank with two tiny fish swimming around.