Universal Force of Attraction
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,838
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Universal Force of Attraction
This is my own story, characters and poems.
Melt & Moan
Sara was glad to leave work, more than glad as a matter of fact, joyous. It was a hell of a day, with calls coming in constantly for her new listing, more than a dozen she figured, seven showings by noon, three of them turning into contracts by 6 PM and finally getting an offer signed at 8:30 PM for $1.253 million, which satisfied her clients of course. At nineteen years old Sara had only been a real estate agent for just over a year and her clients were a little worried she was too inexperienced. Sara knew the house would sell quickly though being only two years old and in the best part of town down by the lake. She had put on her most professional face when interviewing for the listing. She had won them over with her marketing plan, which far exceeded her more experienced competition. She was going to spend the money to make the money on this one. But she hadn’t anticipated it all happening in one day. And now she was tired, hungry and irritable. She left the office, got into her car, turned on the radio and sat back, taking in a few deep breaths. She would forget all about this day once the deal closed in five weeks. That nice fat commission check would help her forget about this day completely. Maybe she could take some time off, go away somewhere exotic, an all –inclusive resort how about, so she didn’t have to lift a finger, sunbathe naked, read a good book, find an island boy she could seduce and have pamper her till she grew tired of him, then find another. She chuckled to herself, as she felt her heart pumping a little faster thinking about how much fun that all sounded. Maybe she would write a poem about it and then it might come true. She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth and looked around outside in the parking lot to see if anyone was watching her amuse herself. What was she thinking! Did she really think that her last two poems came true only because she wrote them. The coincidences were astounding, perhaps unbelievable if told to anybody, although she had kept it to herself, but prophetic, no way. She had written before and nothing ever happened. Although these last two poems she had posted on a site called Adult-Fanfiction, which she had just found recently and joined so she could read other writers and post her own stuff to get some feed back. She didn’t know if she was any good at writing, but this seemed to be a good place to find out. Usually when she wrote something it just stayed on her computer. But why would writing on that site mean anything. Of course it didn’t! She needed to clear her head. Just drive she thought, turn up the radio, get home, put on my pajama’s, make something quick to eat, get a glass of wine and just relax on the sofa the rest of the night.
As Sara drove home the images of last night kept coming to her mind. The shower, the razor, the sensations, the moaning, yes her moaning, she had never remembered moaning like that during sex. And this morning looking down at herself, her vagina completely shaved. Oh my god! She lost all control last night. Everything did happen exactly as her poem had been written. Her heart raced as she recited it aloud to herself;
The razor’s edge
glides across my skin
each stroke reveals a little more
water trickles down my thigh
exciting every nerve
weakened by your touch
I am left to melt and moan
She repeated it again, saying it louder and more erotic this time, remembering Robert’s hands on her thighs, pressing her against the cold tile of the shower, the razor’s edge gliding over her, spreading her legs apart so he could shave her completely, his tongue working over her clit as he exposed her, the warm water creating all the sensations she could handle, his hard cock entering her, slamming her against the wall and her moaning, over and over, louder than she ever moaned before.
She let out a heavy breath, she could feel the wetness between her legs, she lifted her skirt slightly and rubbed the inside of her thigh, pressing her fingers against her sodden panties. She let out another breath, slipped her fingers under her panties and rub at her clit. She had just pulled up to a stop light, closing her eyes she slid two fingers into herself, working them in and out, rubbing her clit with her thumb, she felt the rushing sensations of orgasm building and suddenly a loud horn bellowed from behind her. She opened her eyes, looked into the rearview mirror, looked out at the traffic light which was green and pressed on the gas pedal. Her fingers stopped moving and her breathing slowed, the moment was gone, she felt all the sensations slowly disappear. She propped herself up a little higher in her seat, pulled down her skirt and drove on. Now she just wanted to get home, fast. She lifted her wet fingers to her nose and sniffed at her scent. It smelled erotic, sensuous to her. No wonder why it turned Robert on. It turned her on.
Melt & Moan
Sara was glad to leave work, more than glad as a matter of fact, joyous. It was a hell of a day, with calls coming in constantly for her new listing, more than a dozen she figured, seven showings by noon, three of them turning into contracts by 6 PM and finally getting an offer signed at 8:30 PM for $1.253 million, which satisfied her clients of course. At nineteen years old Sara had only been a real estate agent for just over a year and her clients were a little worried she was too inexperienced. Sara knew the house would sell quickly though being only two years old and in the best part of town down by the lake. She had put on her most professional face when interviewing for the listing. She had won them over with her marketing plan, which far exceeded her more experienced competition. She was going to spend the money to make the money on this one. But she hadn’t anticipated it all happening in one day. And now she was tired, hungry and irritable. She left the office, got into her car, turned on the radio and sat back, taking in a few deep breaths. She would forget all about this day once the deal closed in five weeks. That nice fat commission check would help her forget about this day completely. Maybe she could take some time off, go away somewhere exotic, an all –inclusive resort how about, so she didn’t have to lift a finger, sunbathe naked, read a good book, find an island boy she could seduce and have pamper her till she grew tired of him, then find another. She chuckled to herself, as she felt her heart pumping a little faster thinking about how much fun that all sounded. Maybe she would write a poem about it and then it might come true. She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth and looked around outside in the parking lot to see if anyone was watching her amuse herself. What was she thinking! Did she really think that her last two poems came true only because she wrote them. The coincidences were astounding, perhaps unbelievable if told to anybody, although she had kept it to herself, but prophetic, no way. She had written before and nothing ever happened. Although these last two poems she had posted on a site called Adult-Fanfiction, which she had just found recently and joined so she could read other writers and post her own stuff to get some feed back. She didn’t know if she was any good at writing, but this seemed to be a good place to find out. Usually when she wrote something it just stayed on her computer. But why would writing on that site mean anything. Of course it didn’t! She needed to clear her head. Just drive she thought, turn up the radio, get home, put on my pajama’s, make something quick to eat, get a glass of wine and just relax on the sofa the rest of the night.
As Sara drove home the images of last night kept coming to her mind. The shower, the razor, the sensations, the moaning, yes her moaning, she had never remembered moaning like that during sex. And this morning looking down at herself, her vagina completely shaved. Oh my god! She lost all control last night. Everything did happen exactly as her poem had been written. Her heart raced as she recited it aloud to herself;
The razor’s edge
glides across my skin
each stroke reveals a little more
water trickles down my thigh
exciting every nerve
weakened by your touch
I am left to melt and moan
She repeated it again, saying it louder and more erotic this time, remembering Robert’s hands on her thighs, pressing her against the cold tile of the shower, the razor’s edge gliding over her, spreading her legs apart so he could shave her completely, his tongue working over her clit as he exposed her, the warm water creating all the sensations she could handle, his hard cock entering her, slamming her against the wall and her moaning, over and over, louder than she ever moaned before.
She let out a heavy breath, she could feel the wetness between her legs, she lifted her skirt slightly and rubbed the inside of her thigh, pressing her fingers against her sodden panties. She let out another breath, slipped her fingers under her panties and rub at her clit. She had just pulled up to a stop light, closing her eyes she slid two fingers into herself, working them in and out, rubbing her clit with her thumb, she felt the rushing sensations of orgasm building and suddenly a loud horn bellowed from behind her. She opened her eyes, looked into the rearview mirror, looked out at the traffic light which was green and pressed on the gas pedal. Her fingers stopped moving and her breathing slowed, the moment was gone, she felt all the sensations slowly disappear. She propped herself up a little higher in her seat, pulled down her skirt and drove on. Now she just wanted to get home, fast. She lifted her wet fingers to her nose and sniffed at her scent. It smelled erotic, sensuous to her. No wonder why it turned Robert on. It turned her on.