One of my hobbies is writing erotic stories from a woman's perspective. I was asked recently why I choose to write this way, I see plenty of stories written for men but I don't believe women's erotica is well catered for. I like making the effort of trying to better understand the female mind on a much deeper level. By looking inside the female mind, helps me to better understand what makes a woman tick and what kinds of things might really turn her on. After all doesn't everyone love being noticed and really understood by someone else who appreciates their uniqueness and individuality? Being turned on by someone else who is really into them as a person, in the mind, not just on the physical level can be so much fun and such a real turn on. I hope you enjoy this short story, entitled The Cinema.
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I was fuming, I wanted a man on me, in me and all over me so badly but I didn't want to listen to any of the usual male chat-up type of crap they come up with. My boyfriend had recently broken things off between us, he really screwed me over big time. While I understand he suffers with his own demons of bi-polar and alcoholism, it doesn't give him the right to just stop talking to me without any explanation, no nothing. I felt so fucking hurt again, why do I continue letting this happen to me. I didn't know if he just stoped caring about me or if he cared too much and was just pushing me away. I constantly thought about fucking him, sometimes we would fuck all day and all night long. When he was inside me he could make me cum in 5 minutes and I would feel the best I've ever been. Now it was all over and I never ever saw him again.
Since that day, eight months ago, I hadn't cum from sex or even from touching myself, the sexual tension building up in me from not masturbating or being touched by a guy had me to the point where I just started picturing fucking every single guy I came into contact with, every single time I went out, including places like the supermarket, or at work, even when I went to the cinema with my girlfriend Sara Jane. I would give a guy a sexy look, while thinking this in my mind "you can do what ever you want to my body right now" type of look, I was attempting to communicate my message like ESP, without speaking a word. When ever I ran into a hot guy and heard his voice, I would picture in my mind, what kind of cock he might have, its length and I'd imagine it, in my hand and my fingers wrapping around his stiff shaft, through touch giving my cunt a sense of how well he might fit and feel inside me by.
Unfortunately or fortunately, thinking that, and me running into guys everywhere I went, would instantly get me so wet and horny, it made my life a constant living sexual torture. When I finally decided, I couldn't take it any more, it was time to just take a break, and stop this personal torture. Time to just get away on my own, to that quiet little cinema nearby.
It was Tuesday mid afternoon, the cinema would probably not have many people in, if any other people at all inside. I still felt quite horny, but at least for a couple of hours I could let the story and characters of a movie, just take me away and distract me for a while. I collected my ticket at the box office and made my way into the theatre. As I entered, I noticed a guy sitting by himself, and caught him staring at me. He seemed slightly older than me, but rather attractive in a way that really appealed to me.
Then a new thought, oh "shit" I my little cunt shot it's own thought like a bullet train straight to my brain again, straight into my mind. It instantly made me think of fucking him, but I thought that would be way too crazy, it was never going to happen. But then later, I caught him again checking me out, this time giving me the same "I want you right here" kind of look and smile that I've practiced myself and know so very well.
I decided to sit in the back row anyway, just a few seats away from him in the middle, still thinking nothing was really going to happen, but still so excited in my mind at the possibility that it could, got me feeling quite squirmy and very fidgety. I was only 3 seats away from him, he turned to me, smiled and asked me if I'd like some of his popcorn. I nodded and said thanks, then when he offered me the seat next to him, I, or maybe it was, by now, my little throbbing cunt, but I just couldn't refuse his offer.
Thank goodness I had decided to wear a decent dress to the cinema that afternoon, at least my appearance matched the way I felt, which was very sexy. The movie began and it was less than a minute into it, when I felt the warm touch of his hand on my leg. I must say it scared me a little in a way, because he was a total stranger, but the feeling also excited me all at the same time.
He leaned in and we kissed softly, his hand lightly slid along my inner thigh and to his complete surprise and delight, he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties. Our breathing began to get hotter and heavier. I couldn't believe I was actually considering doing this right here and now, but my womanly urges kicked in and it all just seemed to take over. The fear of us being caught inside the cinema while a movie was playing just melted away. By now, I was now craving him, like a ravenous wolf in the wilderness eyeing off the little sheep for dinner. A wave of lust that had built up inside me from deep down below was now moving up into my chest and still rising. I wanted this stranger, this man, to be deep inside me.
I turned and softly said to him, I want to take out your cock, he quickly nodded and mumbled something in agreement in the direction to where I was planning for us to go. His muscle was big and thick. I was so ready for him, it took him by surprise, thank god, I thought when I changed from jeans into my skirt, earlier that day what kind of naughty mischief I'd finally be getting myself into later. After some more kissing and tugging on his now stiffened cock, I whispered to him, "I want to get on top of you". Again he quickly nodded like one of those head-nodding toys seen in the back of a car window sometimes.
