Love and Lust Spring Eternal

 

The obligatory intro: The world is full of erotic stories written by men for men.  Their point of view, well, is a bit different than women’s. Few women write erotica, in part I think there is a stigma attached to being overly sexually charged. And women tend not to find certain recreational activities as exciting the way men do. There are a few exceptions in this world. I am, by far, not someone who lives and abides by the “rules”, whatever they might be.

So this is a very sexually explicit piece written by a woman for women and men. All events are fictionalized – of course, please read the disclaimer above.

I take a cab to his place. The place smells nice, sandalwood candle, he tells me.

He comes downstairs and opens the door. I notice how beautiful he is. I love looking at him. He's medium height slim built very fit super gorgeous. He wears his glasses to tone down his good looks. He smells good. He's dressed to ten. He claims that he rarely is on Facebook, but he is dressed well, the way I like a man to be dressed in - in beautiful tailored suits, and lately I've been talking about how men should dress in suits on Facebook. He is breathtakingly beautiful in his suit. I wonder if he dressed this way for me, or for others. I suspect he did it in part because of me. Because it makes me feel good to think that way.

He takes out his penis for me to suck on. I love it, he binds me so tight behind. My hands are tied by his white nautical rope. I am unable to move my arms. I suck on him. Then I know it's time. I started to lick more gently, allowing him to release himself. I lick the side of his erect, hard, beautiful penis.

I feel a drizzle. He starts to pee on me. Then the liquid becomes more frequent, it was raining. Warm liquid running through my hair, and my face, my lips, my body is soaking wet. I open my mouth, to catch some. I love how it feels. I love how it tastes. I love his liquid, now mine. I'm naked, my large breasts and nipples exposed.

He spanks me, hard, my butt cheeks exposed. Red, hurting. As he spanks me he asks me what porn I've been watching. I tell him the classic German porn. I tell him that I miss him. He wants me to kiss him, he kisses me and calls me "my love", he tells me that he's crazy about me, repeatedly, over and over again. I tell him that I need to see him, more often. He says OK that's something he needs to change. He wants to see me more often too. He fucks me from behind, he turns me and fucks me again while my legs are up in the air. He goes down on me, eats my pussy, licks my asshole, bites my giant nipples and plays with my large breasts. And he holds me tight. He kisses me. He fucks me. He holds his cum until he can't hold it anymore. He comes inside of me. He tells me to kiss him more. I gently run my hand through his curly wavy hair.

I know when he asks me to kiss me he needs me. He says that he's crazy about me, again. "Baby I'm crazy about you." "my love" he calls me. I tell him that I feel the same way. I ask why it feels even better now than before. He tells me that because we get to know one another's body. I think it's because I feel secure and comfortable in my relationship with him. I want him like no other.

He says that's because we belong to one another. He says that we make a perfect couple. "We belong", he says. I think he means it when he calls me his love. I can stand to love him. I feel his passion. He smiles. He touches me. He says that this new me, this drug-less me, is an expressive one. He likes this me. He wants me to be his, his slut, his whore. He wants me to wear clothes like a prostitute when he takes me out. This is the kind of kinks I love. I wear Bebe's super tight super short dress with legs hanging out. I like to be his whore. A call girl. I will wear Betsy Johnson's six inch red fuck-me shoes with spikes and lace on the side, and black fishnet stockings, my boobs will be hanging out slightly and my hair will be messy. I shall have him to take me to a fancy restaurant, order dishes served in delicate plates, he feeds me while plays with my bare naked pussy under the table casually. No one will notice. He whispers into my ears, telling me all the dirty things he wants to do to me after dinner. He will stuff his cock into every hole, my mouth, my pussy and my ass. I will listen, nodding my head demurely and obediently. I will agree to whatever he wants me to do. Because I'm his paid whore, this call girl.

He wants to see me come. He wants to make me come now that I'm off my drugs. I tell him that I masturbate and come all the time.

He films me masturbating, my pussy is wetter than wet. I am covered in his warm wetness. I love how he smells on me. I love this watersport, I love being peed on by him. I love the way he drains himself onto me.

I am a crazy girl. I've always been this way with him.

He collapses after he comes. He holds me tight.

We rest. We shower. We talk. I blow dry my hair. He brings a new blue toothbrush for me. I brush my teeth. I have long, straight, wavy hair that cover my face. Without make up. He says that I look cute. I smile, I am in a tee, one with zipper on the back. I look like a school girl, with breast peeking through soft peachy fabric.  I tip toe and kiss him some more. He likes it.

I ask him what is the wildest sex he's ever had. He says what we have is the wildest sex he's had. I ask him if he's had sex with two women. He says not but we will. I say indeed we will.

He needs to leave to see his son. I kiss him more. I demand to see him more. Some sort of regularity, so that I can see him and look forward to being with him.

He tells me seeing me is good. He does not want anything else to change, but to see me more.

I don't tell him I love him. I am not sure if it's love or lust. But I know I need to be with him. I tell him that I belong to him. I feel home when I'm with him. I need him. I need him more than he knows. He disagrees. He says he needs me too.

I trust him. implicitly. I simply want to be with him. I tell him that I want him for sex. He says that he wants me for sex too. We need each other for sex. But like anything else, it always starts somewhere. We are not just some machines. He likes me outside of bedroom. He likes me for other activities. He likes me for the full me.

I get dressed, in suits, in button down shirt like a man. He says that I look like Annie Hall. "You look cute, in a man's dress shirt." He finds me cute in everything I wear. I'm in the investment banking world. I don't always dress in a slutty outfit. Only when I go out with him, only when I see him.

I live in a world with contrasting images. I have a very conservative side and a very wild side. I go to work everyday in high heels and Italian suits. Hair tight back. Behind closed doors, I want to be tied up, spanked hard, and be peed on by my lover, I want to suck his cock, When I close my eyes, I dream of his cock. I then go home and be a good mother, a wife and a daughter. 

He has his own firm. He does well for himself I am certain. He maintains a persona that is no different than mine. We are both conservative, hard working professionals. Have done well for ourselves. Established. Not worried about money, future, retirement. We worry about our needs being met. Our unique, sexual needs. We find one another and our worlds are complete.

He drops me off at the BART. He says "Enjoy the train ride home". I talk, I joke, I smile, he looks at me every opportunity he gets, he smiles. He is the friendliest and most affectionate person I know. I tell him "no definitions OK"? I tell him that I like what I have with him. "When I go to bed, I think about your cock." I tell him. He smiles. He likes this carefree woman. I think he always likes a woman who is laid back.

I tell him when I get back to my house, I will masturbate again. I will be thinking about our watersport episode, and how he eats my pussy, and how his strong and erect cock tastes like in my mouth.

I will, remember, how he murmurs "my love" and "I'm crazy about you." But this I don't tell him.

I am crazy about him. I may love him. In my own way. But I know myself, I don't like definitions or terminology. I know what I know. I know that I want to be with him, till the end of the world. 

My butt cheeks are on fire. I feel belonged. I am home, finally.


Love and lust spring eternal.