Untitled Erotic Short #1

Untitled Erotic Short #1 Untitled Erotic Short #1

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

He has been trapped in darkness for his entire life. However, this is not something that bothers him much. There are things that he is thankful as well. Without his sight, his other senses have become much clearer. And there is another person beside him, always supporting him. His Light in the Darkness. WARNING: Contains graphic sex between two men.

Summary

He has been trapped in darkness for his entire life. However, this is not something that bothers him much. There are things that he is thankful as well. Without his sight, his other senses have become much clearer. And there is another person beside him, always supporting him. His Light in the Darkness.

WARNING: Contains graphic sex between two men.

Content

Submitted: November 18, 2011

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Submitted: November 18, 2011

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I am blind. Living forever in darkness is difficult, yes. However, I'm fortunate enough to have someone beside me who accepts me for who I am. This is one of our many stories together. I was waiting for him to finally return home. I could hear from the sound of his shoes on the pavement that my wait was over. I picked up my cane and felt my way to the front door. As soon as I heard the key turn in the latch and the door open, I threw my arms around him and sighed gently. “Welcome home, beloved...” He laughed a little and wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me closely. My body thrilled at the warmth of him. I led him to our bedroom without much difficulty, but at the last minute, I tripped over a book I had carelessly placed on the floor. He laughed once again and told me it was alright. Told me that he would clear a path. I blushed a bit and thanked him. Getting to my feet, I sat upon the soft, springy mattress and waited for him.

Everything is new, like this. When you cannot see like me, all your other senses are heightened. I could hear the rustle of his coat, his steady breathing, the sound of him walking over to me. My heart was thundering away in my chest the moment he pushed me down onto the bed. Everything is so unexpected, so thrilling. I never know what he'll do next, and it sends shivers up my spine. He undressed me slowly, carefully, tenderly, as if he was opening a Christmas present while planning to save the wrapping paper. I felt his hands suddenly on my chest, and I gasped aloud. Shivers quaked my body as my breath came in uneven pants. He whispered words of love into my ear as I felt his tongue along my shoulder, my neck, my jawline. I felt his lips take mine and I moaned louder than I had meant to. I groped for him, searched for him and was rewarded with the feeling of my arms around his body. He was already naked, that much I could tell. I felt his throbbing manhood against my own, and I could not help but gasp. He asked me if I was ready. I mewled, and he called me adorable. I called him an idiot, and he chuckled. I told him yes, I was ready. I was always ready for him. I was rewarded for my words with the delicious feeling of him entering me.

I bucked against him and I found myself calling his name over and over again as he lavished his tender kisses upon me. I clung to him desperately and groped at his face to try to get some image of what his expression looked like. Was he happy with me? Enthralled? Was he as desperate as I was for him? I felt his hands close around my erect tool and cried out as he stroked me in time with his thrusts. My nails dug deep into his back and I felt the blood that I drew as I scratched at him. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly as if to try to hold him there as long as I could. As he continued to violate me deliciously, I could feel myself on the edge. I cried his name over and over, and he answered me every time. Finally, neither of us could take it anymore and, just as I had poured out every drop of me all over my stomach, I felt him flood me completely with his warmth. We lay for a long time, heaving and panting in each others arms. I kissed the man I love over and over again. Finally, he was the one to break the silence. “What's for dinner,” he said? I laughed a little and smiled softly. “...idiot.”

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A note from the author:Hello again, everyone. This here was just a simple flash-fiction I wrote for a prompt challenge between my friends and I a few weeks ago. The prompt was that we had to write a short, three-paragraph erotic piece featuring sexual relations with a blind person. Since three paragraphs aren't much, I didn't have much in the way of character development. Hell, they don't even have NAMES. However, if I get enough positive feedback on this, I might continue their story. Well, until next time, everyone. Hope you enjoyed it.


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