The control of Love

The control of Love

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Two erotic writers share their life in many ways


Two erotic writers share their life in many ways


Submitted: November 04, 2012

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Submitted: November 04, 2012



"Hey Baby, you've got to come read this." He calls out to me from the other room.

We are both erotic fiction writers. We see our share of crazy stuff. I close the dryer door, turn on the timer and pad into the bedroom.

He is my husband and even now as I see him kicked back in his chair watching the computer screen as the glow lights his face, I feel that tug at my heart. I love this man. With everything I am, I adore him.

I walk up behind him and lean over his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck as I do.

"Yes my Angel?" I kiss his neck and breathe in his after shave. Dammit if I don't feel like purring.

I read the screen in front of him with the words quickly filling each line as we watch. We are members of an erotic website. We post our stories there. No one knows we are a couple, which keeps things even more entertaining.

He is watching a chat room, where members can congregate. A member by the name of Iambarelylegal is chatting with hornyoldman. She starts calling him Daddy. I burst into giggles.

"Sweetheart, I will never call you Daddy!" I laugh loudly. I am quickly distracted by my close proximity to him, and my tongue wiggles in his ear. I nip at his lobe and sigh.

He grabs my hand and holds it in his, placing it over his heart.

"I can't believe you are mine! " he growls possessively.

He lifts my hand and turns his chair, it orchestrates like a dance move on the ballroom floor. I stand before him, his hands on my waist. I can't help but grin. I find him completely irresistible.

His hands slowly travel up my sides and slide over one breast, his thumb swirling around my nipple. It instantly is like a marble, aching for him. He watches me, his hazel eyes boring through me, reading my soul.

I close my eyes for a second, relishing in the overwhelming passion that floods my senses. Who would've thought it would come to this? Surely not I. He pulls me closer, straddling me with his legs.

His hands now cup my ass, squeezing each cheek, pulling me tighter. Oh the tingling I feel in my loins, making me delirious. I lean to kiss him, his lips molding to mine. I groan, or was it him? His mustache brushing my lip, adding new sensations.

He sucks on my tongue and my juices flow freely. My hand caresses his face, never breaking the kiss. I reach around to his neck and pull him closer as if possible. I cannot get close enough.

I have never loved like this. Never before felt the butterflies every time we touch. Never before woken up and immediately look to make sure he is there. Oh yea, I got it bad.

I grab his hand and pull him to the bed. I stand before him and lift the shirt over his head. His eyes burn into mine with passion as he watches me. I tug at his shorts and drop them to the ground. No underwear, figures, that is his new thing with me.

He loves to flash me, wherever we go. I don't complain, it gives me quick and easy access.

He stands before me, full of love and acceptance. And an erection. He quickly sheds my clothes scattering them at our feet. We collapse on the bed. He stretches out next to me, propped up n his elbow, watching my face, my lips, my eyes.

"Will you stop staring at me!" I playfully swat at him.

"I can't, I'm afraid you'll disappear and this is just a dream."

I would do anything for him. We had been through a lot. Our path to be together was not an easy one. But we were determined, and so deeply in love, we just kept putting one foot in front of the other. And here we are.

His hand plays with a stray strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. The beauty in this man's heart will never cease to amaze me. His eyes still watching, they crinkle at the corners as he smirks.

His hand slides across my tummy and rests on my mound briefly, before dipping his fingers in my pussy already dripping for him. I buck against his hand, savoring the sensations. Tantalizingly slow he slides his fingers in long strokes. Curving upward and sending unbelievable waves of pleasure through my body.

"Baby, cum for me." He whispers in my ear.

He kisses my neck, biting gently. His fingers tormenting, driving me to the edge. I plunge over the top, exploding with fervor, moaning his name over and over. My juices trickle from me, sliding down to my ass.

He lifts my leg over his shoulder so he is nestled between my legs, his fingers pull my pussy lips apart as his tongue dances across my clit, sending shock waves through me.

He is relentless, lapping at my juices. I moan in delirium, as my mind, body and soul explode. He kisses my inner thigh and my body combusts into flames. I have never wanted anyone like this.

"Please, baby." I gasp. "Please make love to me.. Fuck me.. Please! " my craving is intense. I can think of nothing else.

He stretches over me and kisses my lips, his tongue sending shooting stars through my soul. I feel his erection pushing against my leg. His mouth claims my lips, my neck, my heart.

I give myself into it, as the world falls around me. There is only the here and now.

"Baby, look into my eyes." He whispers

As I stare into his eyes and see the emotions flooding them, he eases his cock inside me. Tantalizingly slow never looking away, I explode around him sending me to the moon. The love and passion in his eyes is intoxicating.

I think back to a time I thought I needed control and domination. There is no control stronger than this.

He breaks my thought as he grasps my wrists above my head in his and my heart beats faster. He knew my angst, and out of love he does everything he can to fulfill my needs. And god does he fill my needs.

"Baby.. Oh my...Baby." Sometimes the pleasure is so intense it is almost intimidating.

"Shh. I love you Baby. I am here, I will catch you when you fall." His voice sends me over the edge. I lose all control and submit to him, to his love, to the power he has over me.

Each thrust is incredible, as my pussy tightens around him. I strain from beneath him, grinding my hips, losing myself again and again. His mouth sucks on my nipple as I arch up to meet him. I am his. In every meaning of the word.

Faster his cock slams into me, and I feel him swell and pulse inside of me, splashing cum against my cervix, giving me yet another piece of him.

We gasp for air as we lay spent. After a few minutes he rolls to his back and pulls me with him. My head collapses on his chest, a leg thrown over his. His arm envelops me with protection, love and acceptance.

"We're not getting much writing done today." I feel his smirk without seeing it.

"No my Angel, we're not. But tomorrow, I will write this story. "

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