One of my fantasies is to write erotic stories and would love for you to read it and see what you think. If you like it, please let me know.
(I hope you don't mind an erotic story, if you do, please don't read any further...)
Last chance, turn around , don't give into temptation...
Naughty, naughty... I tried to get you to stop reading. Nice girls don't read erotic stories. You know this story is about sex, but it's these types of stories that make your heart pound. It's ok, no one is around. Relax, read and enjoy...
Your standing in the middle of a room. You've been tied up by ropes hanging from the ceiling. Silk bands are tied around your wrists. Your feet have been secured on the floor. The only clothing you wear are a pair of white panties. A shadow reflects off the wall in front of you. The owner of that shadow is approaching from behind. Your heart begins to race. Resisting for a few seconds; you no longer can stand the creeping fear approaching you. Quickly turning your head, you see your would be attacker. The owner of the shadow is a very vigorous man. The Armani suit he is wearing beautifully accents his broad shoulders. You could feel the dynamism and intensity he brought with him. Those feelings are enough to make you scream, if it wasn't for his eyes. They are enchanting and disarming. One glimpse of his radiant blue eyes almost erases all fears. You turn your head away from the man and close your eyes. You concentrate on his footsteps and you hear them stop right in front of you. Opening your eyes, the intensity of his gaze hits you. He smiles and pulls out a feather from his coat pocket. He begins to trace the feather slowly across your body. You resist.
You tell him your a nice girl and you don't do these type of things. You believe in love. In your heart, you believe love is the one true emotion. It is why you have never been attracted to the color black. He continues to slowly trace the feather across your body. You tell yourself you will not give in, but the feather continues to glide just under your breast,down across the small of your back. Your nipples are becoming hard and your breathing is getting deep. You feel ashamed because your body is starting to enjoy the treatment. You have a very powerful inner voice. It is your greatest weapon. The good girl inside you has always been right. She has never lied to you. She stands in your mind as an angel in white. Her voice has always been your guide and that voice is now telling you how wrong this is. You again to tell him to stop. He gives you a wicked smile and continues to dance the feather softly across your neck, down past your breast, and stops right at your panty line. You gasp for air as he removes the feather. The man places the feather back in his pocket, and walks off. You can't get over how mighty and forceful he looked, yet he touched you so gentle. How could someone you didn't know touch you like that. You hear his footsteps and see the shadow in front of you getting smaller. He is gone, but he has done his job. He has ignited a growing need in your body. One the morally sound mind of yours has never felt. He has left you with questions.
Before you can gather your thoughts and compose yourself,you begin to hear a slow erotic beat pulsating through the speakers in the room. The lights dim and two beautiful women leisurely, rhythmically walk towards you. Their hips sway in unison with the erotic beats of the music dancing in the air. Straining, you pull to break the ropes that hold you but it's of no use. The ladies of the night are approaching. You have heard of them before. They are mythical creatures. The exact opposite of cupid. Instead of satisfying your heart with love, they fill your mind with lust. They blacken your heart with dark fantasies. In the stories you read as a child, they where supposed to be 4 women. In front of you there are only two. They wear black lingerie of silk, nylon, and lace. The color you despise the most is coming right at you, yet it's so hard not to stare at the black fabric glistening in the light. There is something so enticing. The good girl inside you says that only bad girls wear black. These women are up to no good and you must resist them. The women stop in front of you and whisper in your ear, "Relax. Don't fight us, it feels so good when you don't fight. Let us be your guides". Their voices are so pleasing to the ear. They whisper their words with sweet musical inflections. The women start teasing your body with soft kisses and light touches. The sensations are enough to make the hair on your skin stand up. You feel flush. The slow burn ignited within your body is starting to rise, it's growing hotter. If you don't do something soon, your not sure if you can extinguish it.