Impersonal
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
822
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.
Impersonal
Author’s Note:
This is sorta hurried in the beginning, and not very descriptive, but it’ll heat up in later chapters. It’s also very impersonal, but that, too, will change starting next chapter. I’ll be happy to attempt to incorporate any ideas you may have, just leave me a reply saying what you’d like to see.
Enjoy!
Their eyes met across the crowded, smoky bar. It was improbable to a fault; no other time would two such different people manage to catch a glimpse of something more in one another. They had friends with them, of course, dancing and laughing and drinking the night away. But not these two; oh no, these two were quite sober and interested in only the eyes they could see.
He was tall, dark and handsome; rather stereotypical, actually. She, on the other hand, was small, lithe, and blonde. It wasn’t that she was ugly – far from it, in fact, but others were prettier: bustier, taller, and more voluptuous, as well. That she was able to catch his attention was somewhat monumental.
He gradually made his way to her side, his body moving seductively to the beat of the bass. Her friends bumped her, but she ignored them. There was something… something about this man. She couldn’t put her finger on what, exactly, but she felt as if he was playing her like a harp; and he hadn’t even touched her yet!
It seemed to take a lifetime for him to reach her side, but she knew it was far less. Her breath was labored, her face flushed, even her eyes were a touch glassy when he finally whispered a caress over the back of her hand. His lips touched the smooth skin even softer, causing her to lean in breathlessly. A moan left her, quite involuntarily, when his arm went around her waist. Her knees had buckled under the intensity of her feelings, but he was there to catch her and… break her fall.
She knew her friends must be staring. It was so unlike her to dance at all, let alone with someone so gorgeous. She felt as if all eyes were on her, though only a small portion of her brain felt that. The rest was gazing into those amazing dark blue eyes. They seemed to reach into her soul. They seemed to read her every desire. They seemed to want her as much as her tightly strung body wanted him.
It took very little convincing to get her to leave with him. It wasn’t like her at all. She seemed to notice that a lot this evening. This stunning display of manliness, though, was near awe inspiring. It was almost as if he had some sort of compulsion over her, but that wasn’t possible. A single thought ran through her head as he led her to his flat.
'Who cares?'
While in the club, everything seemed so slow. Almost as if time had stopped when they touched. Here, though, in his airy apartment, all of their heated strokes and glances felt as if they lasted only milliseconds. Even he, the seemingly unflappable wall of strength and sensuality that he was, breathed heavier with every heavy stroke.
There was very little foreplay as they made their way to the large bed in the center of the largest room. Her shirt and bra were over the couch and lamp, respectively; his jacket and shirt were, likewise, slipping over the top of the television and near the kitchen table.
When she fell to the bed, her pants were around her knees and a wet spot was clearly visible on the knickers still around her hips. His pants were barely handing on his hips, his happy trail disappearing and showing he was obviously not wearing anything under his last article of clothing.
She was happy to let him have his way with her, but she wanted something a bit more. She reached up, tugging on his pants until they were sagging at his knees. She licked her lips at the sight of him: nine inches of solid male muscle bobbed in front of her face. She was only able to gently touch him before she found herself against the soft cotton of the bed sheets.
Her arousal was so great that when he finally removed her panties, he didn’t need to prime her at all. He balanced his weight on his forearms, resting them over her shoulders. Their heights were so different that he was able to hold the position and still ravish her entirely.
She tried to get him to hurry, but he would have none of it. A husky laugh destroyed the silence and soon she was begging him. That did the trick. He reached one hand down and pulled her legs over his waist, running that hand up to her breast and tweaking the nipple while leaning his hips forward. The second she felt him touching her nether lips, she bucked her hips and took four inches inside her.
He groaned from low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down her spine. The pace was fast from the start; him pistoning into her, and she just trying to keep up. She felt herself falling after only five minutes. She had the vague notion that it was some sort of record, but all conscious thought left her when the hand that had been teasing her nipples slid down her taut stomach and pinched the little bundle of nerves just above their connection.
She screamed out in pleasure. She may have even blacked out for a moment, her orgasm was so great. He continued to push into her, rolling her clit between his fingers the entire time. A second, third, and forth orgasm all bled into each other before he finally emptied his load into her waiting womb.
He groaned: a long, satisfied sound, as he collapsed next to her. He pulled her with him, though, so she was spread across his chest. They fell asleep with no other sounds, simply basking in the afterglow of spectacularly amazing sex.
This is sorta hurried in the beginning, and not very descriptive, but it’ll heat up in later chapters. It’s also very impersonal, but that, too, will change starting next chapter. I’ll be happy to attempt to incorporate any ideas you may have, just leave me a reply saying what you’d like to see.
Enjoy!
Their eyes met across the crowded, smoky bar. It was improbable to a fault; no other time would two such different people manage to catch a glimpse of something more in one another. They had friends with them, of course, dancing and laughing and drinking the night away. But not these two; oh no, these two were quite sober and interested in only the eyes they could see.
He was tall, dark and handsome; rather stereotypical, actually. She, on the other hand, was small, lithe, and blonde. It wasn’t that she was ugly – far from it, in fact, but others were prettier: bustier, taller, and more voluptuous, as well. That she was able to catch his attention was somewhat monumental.
He gradually made his way to her side, his body moving seductively to the beat of the bass. Her friends bumped her, but she ignored them. There was something… something about this man. She couldn’t put her finger on what, exactly, but she felt as if he was playing her like a harp; and he hadn’t even touched her yet!
It seemed to take a lifetime for him to reach her side, but she knew it was far less. Her breath was labored, her face flushed, even her eyes were a touch glassy when he finally whispered a caress over the back of her hand. His lips touched the smooth skin even softer, causing her to lean in breathlessly. A moan left her, quite involuntarily, when his arm went around her waist. Her knees had buckled under the intensity of her feelings, but he was there to catch her and… break her fall.
She knew her friends must be staring. It was so unlike her to dance at all, let alone with someone so gorgeous. She felt as if all eyes were on her, though only a small portion of her brain felt that. The rest was gazing into those amazing dark blue eyes. They seemed to reach into her soul. They seemed to read her every desire. They seemed to want her as much as her tightly strung body wanted him.
It took very little convincing to get her to leave with him. It wasn’t like her at all. She seemed to notice that a lot this evening. This stunning display of manliness, though, was near awe inspiring. It was almost as if he had some sort of compulsion over her, but that wasn’t possible. A single thought ran through her head as he led her to his flat.
'Who cares?'
While in the club, everything seemed so slow. Almost as if time had stopped when they touched. Here, though, in his airy apartment, all of their heated strokes and glances felt as if they lasted only milliseconds. Even he, the seemingly unflappable wall of strength and sensuality that he was, breathed heavier with every heavy stroke.
There was very little foreplay as they made their way to the large bed in the center of the largest room. Her shirt and bra were over the couch and lamp, respectively; his jacket and shirt were, likewise, slipping over the top of the television and near the kitchen table.
When she fell to the bed, her pants were around her knees and a wet spot was clearly visible on the knickers still around her hips. His pants were barely handing on his hips, his happy trail disappearing and showing he was obviously not wearing anything under his last article of clothing.
She was happy to let him have his way with her, but she wanted something a bit more. She reached up, tugging on his pants until they were sagging at his knees. She licked her lips at the sight of him: nine inches of solid male muscle bobbed in front of her face. She was only able to gently touch him before she found herself against the soft cotton of the bed sheets.
Her arousal was so great that when he finally removed her panties, he didn’t need to prime her at all. He balanced his weight on his forearms, resting them over her shoulders. Their heights were so different that he was able to hold the position and still ravish her entirely.
She tried to get him to hurry, but he would have none of it. A husky laugh destroyed the silence and soon she was begging him. That did the trick. He reached one hand down and pulled her legs over his waist, running that hand up to her breast and tweaking the nipple while leaning his hips forward. The second she felt him touching her nether lips, she bucked her hips and took four inches inside her.
He groaned from low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down her spine. The pace was fast from the start; him pistoning into her, and she just trying to keep up. She felt herself falling after only five minutes. She had the vague notion that it was some sort of record, but all conscious thought left her when the hand that had been teasing her nipples slid down her taut stomach and pinched the little bundle of nerves just above their connection.
She screamed out in pleasure. She may have even blacked out for a moment, her orgasm was so great. He continued to push into her, rolling her clit between his fingers the entire time. A second, third, and forth orgasm all bled into each other before he finally emptied his load into her waiting womb.
He groaned: a long, satisfied sound, as he collapsed next to her. He pulled her with him, though, so she was spread across his chest. They fell asleep with no other sounds, simply basking in the afterglow of spectacularly amazing sex.