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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


A woman needs something... and she is bold enough to pursue one night of pleasure.


A woman needs something... and she is bold enough to pursue one night of pleasure.


Submitted: June 29, 2016

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Submitted: June 29, 2016



Another Friday night out with the girls. They meet once a month at the same restaurant. And have been, for close to seven years. As much as Layla loved her friends and enjoyed their company, something was different that night. More accurately, something was different in her that night. She couldn't pin point exactly what had been stirred in her. But, she liked it. She felt bold, in control of her body and mind, and, horny. So fucking horny. It had been too long since she had been properly fucked.

She held back a chuckle and thought to herself, "Who are you kidding, Layla. You haven't been properly fucked in ages. And probably won't be, ever again."

Her husband of eighteen years had become a bit distant, and not interested in sex shortly after ten of those years. She still loved him. They had a good life together, but that night, none of those things mattered to Layla. She ached for something. She had a fairly good sense of what the itch that was begging to be scratched was. Yes, it involved sex. But she wanted more. Any number of men, she laughed and corrected her thoughts, any man in the restaurant would be willing to take her to a motel and fuck her. Sure, she would probably enjoy sex with a stranger, but; it wouldn't scratch the insistent itch that she couldn't get out of her mind.

Layla turned her attention to the men seated at the bar.

"Hmmmm, which one of you is my knight in shining armor?" She asked herself. She raised one eyebrow and thought, "Fuck a knight in shining armor. I want a real man."

Her friends noticed the predatory stare in Layla's eyes and asked her what was so interesting at the bar. They all chuckled at the question. Layla spotted and felt her pussy tingle.

"Could it be you?" She smirked to herself.

Without a word to her friends, she stood up and walked over to me.

"Are you a poser, or are you really as Bogart cool as you look?" She asked me in confident and straight forward tone.

I turned to look at the woman that had asked me the question. She was medium height, five-foot-five, slim, and had long, jet black hair. Her eyes were a deep blue; they sparkled when she grinned at me. The light green, sun dress she wore was rather plain, but the curves underneath it were very sexy. The neckline of the dress plunged just enough to offer a glimpse of the white, laced bra cupping her more than a hand-full breasts.

I grinned back and replied, "That's a tall order. I don't think anyone but Bogart could pull off that much cool."

"It is a tall order. A girl can hope, can't she?" She smirked as she asked me the question. "I'm Layla, and you are?"

"I'm Gil." I introduced myself. "Are you always this straight forward and bold, Layla?”

Layla didn’t care in the least that she had been so bold and a bit slutty in her approach.

"You forgot, a bit slutty. And, no, I have never been this straight forward and bold, Gil. I decided it was time I tried it," She quickly replied with a cool sense of confidence. "Don't get all hot and bothered. I'm not looking for a one night stand."

I laughed out loud and shook my head. "I can't remember the last time I heard anyone use that phrase. Seems that you haven't been out since the eighties. Being straight forward and bold suits you well, if I may say so."

Layla laughed. "It may sound eighty-ish, but it still holds true. Thank you.”

"Fair enough, Layla. May I ask what it is that you are looking for? Witty conversation? Harmless flirting? Being naughty in public, within reason of course?"

Layla couldn't put in to words what it was she was looking for. "In all honesty, I don't quite know, Gil. But, I am certain it involves sex on some level. I think our conversation is a step in the right direction, a good start," She studied my face for the reaction her boldness would get from me.

"Hmmmm, that's very vague, Layla. Bogart, with all his cool, would have a difficult time living up to those expectations," I smiled at her.

"If it's too much for you, Gil, I'll move on. But know that I will be greatly disappointed. After all, you have a sexy, imposing look about you. I would guess that you are the type of man who takes control, and is good at being in control. If I may be honest, the goatee is a bit much. It scares the little girls, I bet."

I chuckled and replied, "I didn't say I wouldn't be willing to try, Layla. And yes, I do scare the little girls, although, it's not the goatee that scares them the most."

"Forget the little girls. Just try," She ordered.

"I don't take orders, Layla. Would you like to ask me something instead?" I sternly said as I grinned at her.

"Yes, I would. This is definitely heading in the right direction. Forgive me, Gil. May I ask that you give it a try?" She asked boldly but earnestly.

I smiled and replied, "I had every intention to. In fact, I think I might be able to provide what it is you need, Layla."

"Please, do tell," Layla encouraged me.

"Sex, on some level, that is what you said a few minute ago?" I grinned.

"Go on," She grinned back at me. Obviously interested in what I had to say.

"It's not something that can be explained beforehand, without diminishing or completely ruining the experience. You must decide right now if you trust me enough to come back to my place," I explained to the eager and attentive Layla.

"You sound very sure of yourself, Gil. I am tempted, I won't deny that. But..."

I took out a business card and wrote my address on the back of it. I handed it to Layla. "Take a picture of both sides of my card, and text it to your friends."

She looked at me with suspicion and intrigue and asked, “May I have a hint at least, to assist in making my decision?”

“You may,” I readily replied, “I will make you cum, without contact, we will not touch each other.”

Layla read the business card, tore it in half and handed it back to me. "Let me say good night to my friends. You can hail a cab for us," She replied with a wicked grin on her face.

The taxi dropped us off at my apartment.

“I take it your husband has no idea of what you are up to tonight, Layla?” I asked in a matter of fact tone.

“You are correct, Gil. This is for me, only for me. I want it, I need it, and I won’t be denied it. I am denied too much already,” Layla replied with a smile.

Her calmness, candidness and confidence were arousing. I had no doubt I could give her what she was craving.

I opened my door and let Layla in before me. She took a quick look around and quickly decided that she didn’t want to wait to get down to business.

“No need for polite pleasantries, Gil. Offer me a drink after your little surprise,” Layla said as she slid the shoulder strap of her dress off her shoulders and wiggled her gorgeous body out of the dress. “Heels on or off?”

“Take your shoes off, please,” I smiled at her and motioned her to my living room.

I turned the lights on and dimmed them. Walked to the subwoofer in front of my audio system and powered it on. Green and red lights lit up on the amp. I inserted the CD I had chosen, and cued up track number one. Love Is A Stranger, by The Eurythmics . It’s all Annie Lennox at her sexy best.

“Please, take a seat, Layla,” I smiled and motioned to the subwoofer.

“Kinky,” Layla smiled and gracefully walked to the subwoofer and sat down.

“Do you know what you are sitting on, Layla?” I grinned and pointed the remote to the CD player.

She shrugged her shoulders and replied, “Looks like a table of sorts.”

“Not quite. Plant your feet on the floor and try to stay seated for three minutes and forty three seconds.” The grin on my face broadened as I hit the play button.

The first boom of the synthetic bass drum caught her off guard. She jumped with a start and gasped. The second boom sent a shiver through her. It started as a tingle in her clit and shot through her body. Before she could recover, the third boom caused her to hold her breath and close her eyes tight. Her insides shook with each boom. The powerful, low vibrations assaulted her pussy and puckered butt hole.

Eight bars of thundering booms, in four/four time rocked her body. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling in her clit. It tingled, that she was certain of, but, the powerful vibrations that were assaulting it made it hurt. As the pain slowly subsided and her clit accepted the invisible touch, Layla relaxed and let the vibrations flow through her. She let the music move her.

The ninth bar, Annie Lennox’s vocals kick in. One of the sexiest women and voice in music begins her sex fueled lament. Declaring, love is a stranger that will tempt you, and take you far away.

Layla spread her legs and gripped the lacquered top of the subwoofer. She shivered uncontrollably at the myriad of sensations roaring through her body and mind.

“Fu-fu-fu-fu-ck!” She struggled to stutter.

I grinned and took off my jacket slowly. Layla stared at me through glazed eyes and inhaled hard when she realized I was taking my clothes off.

The siren like vocals begins again. It coos and seduces, warning all who will listen that love is a dangerous drug, no matter how much you take, you can’t get enough. I grinned at Layla; she was interested in lust, not love. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me.

Annie’s voice is layered on multiple tracks; it is pitch perfect and sexy as fuck. I took off my shirt and moved my hands to my belt. Layla stared and licked her lips as her eyes followed my hands. I undid my belt and popped the button of my slacks. Layla mouthed the words as she glared at me. “It distorts and deranges, ohhhhfuuuck, and it wrenches you up…zombieeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Layla came hard, just as I stepped out of my pants and shorts. She trembled and moaned as she squeezed her legs together and pushed her ass hard against the top of the subwoofer. I removed my shoes and socks and walked towards her quivering form.

Layla slowly opened her eyes and stared at my throbbing, fully erect cock. She reached for it; I slapped her hands away and grinned at her.

“No contact till the songs over,” I sternly warned her.

Annie coos and adds a falsetto in the next verse.

Layla begged me with a melodious plea, “I want you, I want you, I fucking want you, it’s an obsession!”

I began to stroke my cock in front of Layla, slow and steady, giving her a clear view of how long and thick I am. She moaned and squirmed on the subwoofer. A smile appeared on her lips and she saw I was close to cumming.

“Fuuuck!” I growled as I watched Layla slowly spread her legs and fuck her pussy with her fingers.

Layla was ready to cum again and fingered herself faster and deeper. Not taking her eyes off my pumping fist. I was ready to blow my load. I stepped closer to her and aimed my cock at her face. Cum exploded out of my cock and hit Layla in her face. She opened her mouth and tried to guess where the next, thick wad of cum was going to land. She caught some in her mouth and quickly swallowed it. My body quivered as I emptied my balls on Layla’s face.

“Mmmmm, you sexy man,” Layla cooed.

I grunted as one last shiver shot through me.

“Was that what you wanted, Layla? Is your itch scratched?” I panted with a smirk on my face.

“Mmmmmaybe,” She coyly replied. “It’s still a tiny bit itchy,” she pouted. “I really wanted to suck your gorgeous cock, Gil.”

I pointed my semi hard cock at her mouth and winked at her, “Suck away, Layla.”

She grabbed my cock with both hands and giggled, shrugged her shoulders and asked, “One more thing, please?”

“And what would that be, Layla?” I chuckled.

Layla cooed her request to me, “Play it again, Sam.”


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