My First Short Story

My First Short Story My First Short Story

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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This was the first story that I wrote, I hope you guys like it . Leave comments, critiques, etc. My work is copy written so do NOT copy my work or I will sue you.

Summary

This was the first story that I wrote, I hope you guys like it . Leave comments, critiques, etc.


My work is copy written so do NOT copy my work or I will sue you.

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Submitted: July 27, 2012

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Submitted: July 27, 2012

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Something To Think About

Her eyes closed as she felt the warmth of his skin on hers. He kissed her passionately as he ran his hands along the curves of her body. Leaving her lips, he worked his way down to her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening as he gently aroused them with his tongue. Leaving her breasts, he kissed her stomach oh so gently traveling further down until he reached her vagina. Spreading her legs, he began to slide his fingers into her. She let out a soft moan as he began to move his fingers in and out of her. She began to inch closer to the edge of the bed as she felt herself about to orgasm. Her body moving uncontrollably as he continued to hit her spot with his fingers. But before she could orgasm, he quickly slipped his fingers out of her and into his mouth. The sweetness of her cum in his mouth made his dick harden instantly. His body craved hers.

Looking at her silhouette lying there on the bed, he had never been more attracted to anyone. She was the woman of every man’s dreams. She was virtually perfect from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Her hair, long and jet black, hung to her nape of her back. With curves like a cul-de-sac, her skin was like coffee with a dash of cream, so silky and smooth. He had nearly lost himself looking into her eyes, as blue and deep as the ocean. Although her beauty captured him, it was way the talked to him with such passion and intimacy. There was something about her. He wasn’t sure if it were the way that her dress clung to her body or the way she fucked him mentally that he found irresistible. He gently pressed his lips against hers, kissing her as if it were his last. He had never felt so passionate about something in his life. She was everything to him and in his mind he couldn’t live without her. His penis began to enter her and she moaned in pleasure. His penis was a perfect ten inches and the perfect width. He began stroking her slowly and passionately while still kissing her. He could feel her body succumb to his and this gave him great pleasure. Slightly increasing the speed of his stroke, he began to make love to her. Caressing her body, he was very attentive to her needs. He knew exactly where to touch her and how she wanted to be touched. Nothing in the world mattered more than making love to her. With every stroke, he grew more and more attached to her. He could feel her fingernails digging into his skin of his back. The way she bit his lip when he went deeper into her was enough to make him cum. Her tight pussy was hot and gushing with her juices. She could feel the passion in the way that he touched her. He was careful in adjusting to the way her body moved. This was pure ecstasy. There was nowhere else she would rather be at this moment. The two of them made love that would put Adam and Eve to shame. After they were done, all he wanted to do was hold her wishing this moment would never end.

The beam of the sun cut through the curtains like a knife awaking him. Reaching out for her, he noticed the other half of the bed were empty. Now sitting up he looked around the room for any sign of her but found nothing. Her side of the bed was neatly made and showed no signs that anyone was ever there with the exception of a wedding band which lay lying on a pillow. Underneath the ring lay a note with only the print of her red lipstick. Not noticing that the ring that sat on top of the note belong to him, he sat staring at the note in confusion. Had the woman he made passionate love to the night before been a dream? Had the woman who was now everything to him have left him without as much as her name? He was left with the print of her lips and a memory. He held his breath as he heard the sound of the door knob turning in hopes that she had returned. Rushing to greet her at the door with both his ring and the note in hand, his wife entered the room.


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