Only Know Him in the Dark

Only Know Him in the Dark

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A woman steps out of her comfort zone to experience more than she ever bargained, but is it enough? Breakfast@Lola's has put out a challenge to write a story around a song. The song I have chosen is called "In the Dark" performed by the lovely JoJo. If you are not familiar with it, here is a link to the video on Youtube that inspires this story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhPLPhxrZ1w Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary

A woman steps out of her comfort zone to experience more than she ever bargained, but is it enough?

Breakfast@Lola's has put out a challenge to write a story around a song. The song I have chosen is called "In the Dark" performed by the lovely JoJo. If you are not familiar with it, here is a link to the video on Youtube that inspires this story:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhPLPhxrZ1w

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it!

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Submitted: November 12, 2016

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Content

Submitted: November 12, 2016

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This ain't the first or last time
We'll meet up this late at night
To let our fate intertwine
Casually I'd rather be
Detach from all tragedy
This don't need to be defined

 

The click of my black heels echoed throughout the shadowed condo in the upscale part of town.  The elevator closed after me, and I looked around not seeing anyone.  With a sigh, my life suddenly became JoJo’s song “In the Dark”.  The lyrics riffled through my mind without helping it.  The irony was that I became someone I never imagined.

In no rush, I removed my trench coat in the dim light of his condo.  Beside it, I left my purse on the console table.  For this late night interlude with my lover Errol Harding, I wore a new little black dress with spaghetti straps.  While tightly fitted over my curves, it also had a built in bra to push the girls up divinely.  I wasn’t as young as I used to be, and my boobs could use all the help they could get.

However, Errol never complained about my chest sagging.  He was far too polite.  I acknowledged the truth.  Gravity worked against me, no matter how much I exercised.  Reviewing myself in the mirror above the console table, I cupped my breasts.  They still felt firm, and I enjoyed his touch whenever he engaged them.  Pressing my lips together, I smiled liking what I saw.  Errol would, too, wherever it was he watched me.  I knew he did from the moment I entered his space.  He confessed some time ago that he liked watching me.

From the first time we met sharing a cab, with a pelting rain smearing the windows, we had been blunt about what we desired from each other.  There seemed to be no pretense about it either.  No games except the one for dominance.  Neither of us desired what could have been defined as a relationship.  Ha!  What Errol and I shared was far more casual.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered in my ear.

I looked up into his emerald eyes shocked.  But, I could not control how my heart pounded in my chest at the lustful look given.  Errol meant ever word.  No man in my life before him ever said such a thing to me.  My first impulse was to slap his smart mouth and tell him to mind his elders.  I was a lady not a prostitute!

Such a man (no matter his age) was used to getting what he wanted.  Errol came from a rich and powerful family.  Such men always felt entitled to get whatever they wanted or at least that had been my experience.  While I did not know him directly, I had heard the girls at work whisper about him and his brothers.  Up close and seated next to him in the cab, I could see why they drooled over him.  Errol was tall, blond and very athletic.  While he had been a gentleman in sharing his cab with me to get out of the rainstorm, our conversation lingered in flirtatious until that moment of his risky admission.

“I want that, too,” I found myself replying, knowing that it was wrong.  I was a good girl.  And, good girls didn’t admit to wanting to fuck the cute manager from the finance department.  Especially since I still recovered from a long-term relationship that admittedly left some deep scars.  Was I still attractive I wondered?  If so, why did that douche find the need to cheat on me with my younger best friend? 

“What you suggest, I…”  I shook my head bashfully.  I couldn’t finish my thought because I was so confused with myself in feeling my cheeks burn against the palms of my hands.  Love always centered on the reason I engaged in sex.  Always.  I never casually gave up my body just because.  I considered such behavior, you know, wrong.  Whorish, slutty…and a whole slew of other bad labels my mother called such a loose woman.  But, Errol spoke again breaking into my conflicting thoughts with his smooth seductive voice.

“What could possibly be wrong with wanting each other?”

I looked at him and into his green eyes and I could not find one good reason.  Times were different.  People took their pleasure without shame.  Why was it shameful or wrong to want to fuck Errol?  The need to be touched by him grew the longer I sat next to him in the cab, and he had not even touched me.  The look in his eyes alone set me to burn along with the sound of his voice.  Already my puma purred wanting to be satisfied.  When I stepped out of the cab without an answer to the safety of my apartment, I wrestled long with his question. 

The only way I found sleep that night was after lengthy use of my personal massager in a hot bath along with my own fingers.  All the while, I fantasized quite easily how good Errol would have fucked me.  And soon it dawned on me… What was the difference really in me finding release with my gadgets and fingers instead of with a man who seemed willing? 

Two days later when Errol approached me again after having hailed a cab, I went home with him and took him up on his invitation for only hot, sweaty sex.  While nervous at the prospect, I could not deny the need of my body.  I did not care about the road being different than any taken.  I understood this action was wrong to be so casual, but I wanted him more than anything I could do to myself.  Errol made it clear that he wanted me, too, but only in the dark.

And I know that it's wrong
I do I do
Baby keep holding on
I do I do
Yeah, I know that it's wrong
I do
When the sun comes up, I'll be gone

I only know him in the dark
I only know him in the dark


Walking away from the mirror I reminisced in, I entered the dim living room area.  A single glass of white wine had been left on the coffee table.  I knew it was left for me because Errol knew my love of white wine.  I picked it up and sipped the chilled gold liquid feeling it cool me and satisfy my growing thirst.  Waiting for my lover to reveal himself like this always made me nervous and excited at once.  It didn’t matter that it had been several weeks since last we were together.

My breath was the only thing I heard after I felt the cloth fall over my eyes.  Silk.  The finest made so Errol told me once.  I sucked in a deep breath and released it, when I reached to stroke the cloth with my fingertips.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked smoothly at my ear.

I tried not to shudder as I bit my red lip.  Of course, Errol knew that answer.  It was always the same.  God, I could smell how wet I was!  Musky and sweetness while squeezing my thighs together.  That Errol could render me this way without ever touching me still amazed me.

“Would you like to find out?”  My heart raced inside me at my boldness.  I tried to hold on.  The longer I could the better our time together would be.  He truly brought out my inner sex kitten.

Errol captured a fist of my long wavy hair and yanked my face to the side.  I gasped at the shock of the action rather than any pain felt.  When I felt the heat of his body near me and the hard bulge of him at my ass, I trembled.  He slapped one ass-cheek, and I groaned at the sting.

“I asked you a question,” he stated softly, but there was command in it.  Oh, sweet command that seduced like his scent of musk and woods each time I breathed.  I licked my lips.

My wetness slid down my thighs I squeezed tighter together.  I hissed when I felt his teeth nip my ear and tug at the earlobe. 

“Yes…” I panted so near caving to his every whim.  I always would because I could not resist any part of him.

Errol slapped me on the ass again and I yelped.  The strike was harder, but I knew just what it meant.  “Yes, what?” he admonished.

“Yes, I am wet for you, Mr. Harding.”

He growled, “Lift up your dress for me, baby.”

I hoisted the short dress to my waist revealing what he craved to see.  I felt his eyes on me checking most likely to see if I told the truth. 

“Widen your legs.”

I did as he wished and widened my stance.  My breath became harsh in no time.

“Wider,” he commanded.

I stepped even wider and felt his hand travel down the curve of my back.  His hand rested at my waist, but I could feel his hot breath over my naked ass he kissed.  Errol, you see, was very particular when I came over to his place for our little interludes.  He wanted my pussy wet, bald and panty-less.  He didn’t often engage in foreplay and would not have the patience to make me ready for him if he wanted a hard quick fuck.  When I came to him, I needed to be ready to fuck. 

Now none of that was difficult to do, believe me.  Every time, since the first, Errol had been wonderful at giving pleasure with an intensity I found addicting.  Thinking about him made me wet much less the things he had done to me.  I kept telling myself I could do it for as long as I could.  Just have sex with a man and feel nothing but the pleasure of that physical act alone.  Slowly though, I felt more, especially when our sessions grew longer, and he broke down walls I never knew I had.  I wanted… more of him even while trying not to.

Errol spread the cheeks of my ass, and I felt his tongue coat the puckered hole within with warm juicy licks.  His tongue traveled lower to my wet pussy, and he groaned when I did.  It was true that Errol usually did not engage in foreplay but when he did?  OMG! 

This was one of those times.  I tilted my head back and trembled all over.  No man ever fulfilled me in such a way as I wiggled my ass on his face.  His tongue coiled into a wet hot phallus that slipped in and out of me.

“Fuck!” I whispered and grabbed a handful of his hair.  My other hand squeezed my breast and hard nipple.  I couldn’t keep my hands to my side as he liked while his tongue fucked me.  It felt so good, and I wanted it deeper.

Errol removed my hand from his finger-length blond hair.  He shifted around me while still below and then leaned back.  He pulled me forward on to his face while he did.  I braced one knee and then the other against the couch. 

“Come on, baby.  Sit on my face.”  His hands on my thighs urged me down, guiding me where he wanted me.  I blindly reached forward to the top of the couch for something to hold on to when I settled my purring kitty on his face.

Errol groaned deep in the back of his throat by the sound.  The moment his scorching mouth touched my meat-sheath my head dropped back, and I gripped the couch firmly.  My normal shyness around guys vanished with this sexy one.  My body took over.  Moaning softly now, I ground my juicebox against his thirsty mouth bumping back and forth between his nose and chin.  This made more nectar flow, and Errol lapped at my folds as fast as I humped his face.

I swirled and nudged his nose against my clit until the tightening of my stomach and v-jay-jay walls occurred signaling my imminent cumming.  My trembling thighs squeezed his face, but his mouth sucked my clit liberally making me cry out in my harsh pant.  I released my hold of the couch feeling so weak as my tremors graduated to quakes at his insistent sucking of my clit.  Convulsing, I came again before he released me so I could catch my breath and collapsed on the couch limply. 

Not done with me, Errol joined me on the couch.  He lifted my leg bent at the knee to brace against the back of the couch.  My other knee supported me in this modified doggy-style position before him.  His hands gripped my waist, and he slapped his thick girth against my fortress. 

I yelped and groaned, “Yes, Mr. Harding, give it to me!  I want that cock!  Please!  Fill my tight little hole!”

Errol shoved his thick pole into my wetness without warning and held while I drenched his cock. 

“Ahhhh!” I cried out again in how he stretched my tight prick slot. 

I clutched on to the arm of the couch once he started moving.  Turning my head back, I imagined how hot Errol looked as he drove me to the edge with his sexy body.  His blond hair fell into his sweaty face, no doubt.  He gritted his teeth maybe each time he shoved himself inside me, deeper than the last trip until he lodged within.  I imagined his taunt body flexing with his need to dominant me, and it made me hotter for him still. 

Beyond the silk blindfold I could not see.  I could hear his rushed breath and soft moans of pleasure that made me want him more.  I could smell his arousal mixing with my own along with the scent of my fruity body-wash and his earthy cologne.  I could feel the digging of his thick fingers into my waist pulling me into his thrusts.

His hips began with shallow strokes.  Getting used to his man drill never took long once I got all of his thickness.  Fully-coated with the nectar he urged from me, his cock glided in a faster speed.  I tried to hold on, but how could I?  Errol knew how I liked to be fucked.  I knew the same about him too as I met each hammering thrust with a grunt of effort.

Our positions switched before either of us came.  Errol sat down and pulled me on top of his lap.  Here I took the control he gave me to hop up and down on his joystick as he bounced his ass off the couch to meet me.  Secured by the waist, I took him as deep as I liked.  For me it meant exercising the tremendous control he taught me.  Each bounce made only took his mushroomed head.  It felt so good to tease him this way until he stood and brought me with him to his feet.  Still inside me, he took over the thrusting as he gripped me by my upper arms and fucked me hard.  The clapping was louder and faster than my shouts of ecstasy.

“Fuck!  You feel so good, baby,” Errol groaned when his hands released my arms to lift my leg up at the knee.  His other hand squeezed my breast as still he filled me non-stop.  I leaned my head against his shoulder feeling the exact same way.

His mouth suddenly took mine.  I was lost in the sensation of him filling me and groping me tight.  He collapsed back to the couch and turned me to face him as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.  He let me grind on him for a time as he took his pleasure at my breasts.  When his hand that cupped them reached around my back and down to the curve of my ass he slapped both cheeks which made me yelp.  Errol nipped me with his teeth and then urged my ass up and down his thick shaft so slow.

“Kiss me.  Please, Mr. Harding,” I begged and he obliged.  I glided up and down that thick shaft like I owned it.  Faster.  Deeper I took him inside me and refused to let him go until he came inside me groaning into our kiss. 

“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Errol murmured and kissed my neck with his pant.

“Oh, Mr. Harding, you make me feel so good,” I replied surprising myself at the tears that trickled from my eyes when I lowered my head to his shoulder.  My body still road his erection until it softened.

“I always will.”

Even after almost four months of this lustful exchange, Errol still made me feel wanted.  I had no idea how any man would be able to measure up to his prowess with me.  That was until I met Michael three weeks ago to the day I last met with Errol.  Michael and I hadn’t had sex, though.  We hovered in the getting-to-know-you stage.  My sister in her wisdom thought that he would be perfect for me.  For once, I failed to disagree.  Michael was older and divorced.  From that marriage, he had a son and daughter who were teen-agers. 

Michael seemed decent, down-to-earth, and I found I liked spending time with him on the weekends going out to dinner or the movies.  Such things I found I missed doing with other people, particularly a man.  Rusty wasn’t even the word for it.  We both were out of practice, and it was fun laughing at each other trying to do these things again.  Michael made me realized I wanted these things again, too.  Not just sex.  No matter how good it was.



Try to stay desensitized

Keep my feelings out of mind
My body won't be denied
Never took this road before
Love was always at the core
Of anyone I've been with before

And I know that it's wrong
I do I do
Baby keep holding on
I do
Yeah, I know that it's wrong
I do
When the sun comes up, I'll be gone

I only know him in the dark
I only know him in the dark

The morning light touched Errol’s strong angular features, and I lingered longer at his condo than I should have after I dressed again.  Always I departed before the sun came up, but I could not seem to help lingering longer and longer.  Errol was such a beautiful, mysterious younger man, and I loved getting sucked into his sensual world.  The problem for me became that I knew no more of his mind, which I grew curious about since he never shared it with me. 

I knew every athletic curve of his body very well in contrast.  I knew the smell and taste of him equally so.  Closing my eyes, I easily recalled the rest of our night together after the warm-up in the living room.  Errol finished our interlude by removing his clothes and carrying me off to the bed where we could fuck in all his favorite positions in comfort.  These old bones, you know, since I was no spring chicken.  My fiftieth birthday was next month. 

The soreness in my muscles was welcomed when I woke this morning, though.  I loved the physical quality of our relationship and that I could keep up with a man fifteen years younger than me.  Sighing, I knew the truth.  I desired more than a passionate night of fucking.  Nevertheless, I could guess what Errol would say to that knowing how he dreaded commitment. 

It was over between us.

I feared it, but it was inevitable.  Feelings always got in the way, and I wanted to mean more to Errol than just the best fuck of his life (although very damn flattering to my self-esteem).  I wanted more than to rule his body and senses like he did mine.  I wanted his heart, but it had been shut away from me since the beginning.  I could give him mine, but he would not want it.  Errol liked the freedom of only my body he roamed and conquered. 

No more. 

I wanted to focus on the physical, but I always wanted more.  I wasn’t a young broad anymore.  And, I met someone who could give me what Errol couldn’t.  I knew I had to let him go, and give Michael the chance he deserved.  I was ready, even though it broke my heart.  The truth was Errol made me strong enough to take chances I never thought possible.  I would always be grateful to him for that and boosting my confidence in myself that I was still desirable.  Smiling, I blew him a kiss and slipped away knowing it would be the last time we would see or touch each other like last night.  I would always remember and cherish whatever it was we had.

Shadows across your face
Your lips a familiar taste
Stay focused, I tried
Can't get this out of my mind
I want more than what this is
Whatever we're calling this
The truth just breaks my heart


I only know him in the dark
I only know him in the dark

I only know him in the dark
I only know him in the dark


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