Emma's Erotic Sketches - The Kiss

It was a good kiss, just tentative enough, with a blaze of passion behind it.

He had warmed her mouth with his lips, and pressed against her so that she could feel the length of him, hard against her stomach. She remembered being delighted by that, it was as unexpected as the kiss.

Naked under her dress, briefly she wondered what he would do if he discovered that. If he would be bold enough to dip his finger in the pooling juices that were coursing out of her. His hand brushed the curve of her breast and she felt her nipples jump.

And that was it… a perfect kiss. She had taken his phone and put her number in it and then left. The kiss was not in line with her reading of him. Bemused, she wanted time to think. Had she been wrong? He seemed so young and inexperienced. Yet that kiss.

She brushed her lips lightly with her fingers and wondered….

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Just His Mouth

The key card opened the door and it swung wide. They tumbled in all thoughts of dinner forgotten. In their desire she was slammed against the wall. They laughed. He stripped her of her top and began worshiping her nipples. His hands, rough from manual labor, scratched her skin. Sighing, she relaxed her head on the wall, releasing all control.

This was what she wanted, what she had been dreaming of, since their eyes locked in the lobby.

He continued down her body, laying his head on her stomach as he released her from her jeans. She had already kicked off her mules. Exploratory fingers found her moist and he looked up at her surprised, “You’re wet.”

“I’ve been wet since you smiled at me.” Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair.

“Mmmm…” was all he said as he buried his face in her mound and breathed deep of the warm seashell scent. He knelt before her, a suppliant.

She moved for him. Tilting her hips and hooking one leg over his shoulder. His mouth found her, warm and wet as he began to explore. She stopped thinking allowing herself the luxury of getting lost in sensation. His tongue teased the edges of her clit, tormenting her. Just when she thought he couldn’t stand any more he would move back to drink from the warm flow that continued to course through her. Back and forth he played with her as she sighed above him.

Teeth grazed her clit and she cried out. Hands reached out to support her ass as she leaned against the wall. She threw her other leg over his shoulder trapping his head between her thighs. She couldn’t get enough and pulled him to her, heels digging into his back forcing his face deeper into her mound.

She was so close; she thought she would die with pleasure.

He responded, gently at first by sucking her clit. As her thighs contracted he pulled harder. His fingers pulled her ass apart and buried themselves in her skin. She arched, her body begging him to finish her. He licked and sucked, sending ripples of pleasure though her. More elixir poured from her and he used his tongue to make sure he got every drop.

A low moan turned into a cry as she came but he didn’t stop. With each contraction he drank from her and kept her coming. Just as she thought she would lose the final shred of control and scream they tumbled to the floor. The scream caught in her throat and became a laugh. Joyously they crawled to each other. His mouth found hers and kissed her.

She tasted herself on his lips and smiled at the magic he could perform with just his mouth.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches - Taking Control

She loved this, the power it made her feel – feeling him expand under her touch – getting harder in her mouth. Slowly she traced her tongue around the edges of his cock’s head.

Not too fast.

Delaying.

Moisture pumped between her legs as she felt him stiffen further. Hand at his balls she stroked them feeling the dusting of hair, and the wrinkled surface of them, against her hand. Cupping them in her hand she continued working her tongue from base to tip in ticklish lines. He closed his eyes and relinquished control to her, her hands and mouth.

Her tongue found its way between his balls and to the ridge that ran down between his cheeks. She changed direction and kissed his inner thigh, gently, then back to the head of his cock. Rolling him over, she straddled him. Kissing, licking and biting the flesh of his ass.

She felt him begin to lose control. She stroked her nipples against the skin of his back her legs gripped his hips and she raised her hips and them brushing her bush between the cheeks of his ass.

She stretching her full length against his back she pulled his head around to kiss him. Pushing her hips into his she found his cock. Her firm hand surrounded him and began to pull rhythmically. He tried to push her off, to move her so he could bury his length in her, but she held him. Wrapping her legs through his and holding him down so that she could do as she wished with him.

The fight lost he succumbed with a sigh he let go and gave her what she wanted. Him coming in her hand, her body welded to his back and ass, and her mouth on his. Her tongue reveling in the coolness of his mouth as he came again and again until spent.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches - Missing Him

She was lying in bed missing the feel of him and the warmth of his body next to hers. Thinking of all the things they had done and all the things she wanted to do kept herself distracted. It was a good distraction. But it hurt as much as it helped.

She dreamed of him taking her while she was sleeping. The two of them spooned on the bed she asleep. He would press the head of his cock between her legs, gently, only to find that she was moist.

Finding the entrance inviting he starts to move wondering how far he can get before she wakes. She is so wet that it is easy to thrust in and he presses his hips against her ass, feeling his cock disappear again and again into her pussy.

Half-asleep still she feels his full length enter burying himself deep inside her. As his pace increases she wakes with a cry of an unexpected orgasm.

In her cold bed she moans, fingers inside, teasing out the last shivers of her climax.

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches – Penultimate Moments – Part II

As the plane settled into the gate and nestled up against the ramp, the passengers, too long in their seats, stood up and stretched in preparation.

Meg pulled her computer case from under the seat in front of her, put on her coat, and grabbed her purse. She was far enough back that it would take time for the rows ahead to clear, but that was fine. It would give her a chance to breathe and clear her mind of thoughts of Philip, but it couldn’t be done. As usual he had overwhelmed her. She had never met anyone like him, and she knew he felt the same. As much as Meg liked to keep her private life private, she was no prude. She enjoyed sex, and all of the games that surrounded it.

Meg had never expected to find a man who would be a willing partner in fulfilling her fantasies. Other men had given lip service to it, but none of them had really enjoyed it. There were so many varieties of sex to experience – even without getting really kinky or introducing toys into the mix – but most of her previous lovers came with sexual baggage. She wanted someone who would throw themselves into sex with abandon. She found that with Philip. He simply enjoyed it, enjoyed her.

The night that she had asked him to tease her was a revelation. He teased her up to and over into an orgasm – using his hands and voice alone. There was no penetration; he simply stroked her until she begged to be taken – to have something inside her, to provide her with relief. The more she begged the more he teased… telling her all the things that he wouldn’t do to her, all the while his fingers hinted at the promise. She was on top of him; he had both hands wrapped around her ass, playing with her. Her hips begged, swaying against his hands. Holding her tightly he prevented her from satisfying herself, yet in the end he couldn’t prevent her and she had come. He held her as the organism overtook her.

Days later she got up the nerve to ask him if he had enjoyed teasing her, his response was enthusiastic. Philip found it amazing that he could bring her to organism like that and from then on he delighted in finding new ways to hold her in suspense. There were times, when he would do nothing but tease her, to see how crazed he could make her. He loved watching her body undulate beneath his hands, responding to his touch, and begging to be taken.

Her thoughts took her through the gate and down to the luggage. She saw him before he saw her. She loved the look of him, tall with broad shoulders, the warmth of his eyes, and his broad welcoming smile that she could never resist. Hanging back for a moment Meg took a deep breath. Philip had no qualms about public displays of affection – she however did. His delight in seeing her always overrode her reluctance. How could she not give in when he wanted her so much? Once she was in his arms, kissing him, the world would slip away and she would no longer care.

She smiled at him, as their eyes met. She walked at her usual brisk pace to meet him. Within moments his arms where around her, and she was being lifted off the ground completely secure in his embrace. As he kissed her, one hand found her ass beneath her coat. The other hand wrapped around her back, holding her to him. She gave into his kiss. It warmed her from lips to toes and she answered every sensation and returned every touch. Time fell away and she had no idea how long they kissed, forever or a moment. It was all the same to her.

To be continued...

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Emma’s Erotic Sketches Penultimate Moments – Part I

Penultimate Moments – Part I

He chuckled, “what’s your seat number?”

“13D.”

“I’m starting too like that number. It isn’t that unlucky, you always do get here eventually…. Remember hitting the room that one night in Memphis? My plane was late; you arrived on a different flight?”

“Yes…” she remembered, when she had entered the room with the key that he had hid behind the garbage can on the 13th floor, he had surprised her.

The room was lit by dozens of candles. Soft music played in the background and before she had a chance to take it all in he came out of the bedroom and without a saying a word, picked her up and kissed her. She always hated being picked up, and yet she couldn’t imagine anything more romantic than being held in his arms. When he put her down, he had gone down on his knees and laid his head against her tummy.

Lifting her shirt, he began kissing it over and over again. She felt drunk, and again he had melted all of the travel stress away.

“I kissed your tummy, and then your nipples…. Remember?”

“Yes…. But not here…” she pleaded, the memory of his hand moving behind her back, pushing her breast closer to him, and watching him take her nipple into his mouth. She opened her eyes wide and focused on the plane, her fellow travelers, anything to stop the throbbing between her legs. Her nipples contracted hard and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body struggling with the memory of his mouth on hers, she wanted to give in, and yet she was in a plane full of people. Granted most of those people were too engrossed in their own thoughts and frustrations to notice. Still Meg wanted not to flush, not to give anything away, but his words had done their work, and Meg was warm, moist and afraid that at any moment she would start dripping down her thigh.

“Not now…” she pleaded.

“Why not?” He teased her. “Remember the feel of my mouth on your breast, my tongue licking your nipple until it stood out hard?”

“Yes… how can I forget?”

“I picked you up in my arms and took you to bed.”

She sighed with the memory and closed her eyes hoping no one was looking at her. Her face always betrayed her when he did this. These naughty phone calls had become a regular part of their existence. Once, when she was traveling with family, she had tried to find someplace to talk in the hotel without being overheard. It hadn’t worked very well. The hotel was full of families and even the staircase was no escape. There she was, weak, flushed and wet, and mothers with their pre-teen daughters were walking past. The stench of their disapproval had sent her back to the bar. There she could listen, even if she couldn’t participate.

“You picked me up like I weighted nothing.” She remembered.

“Twenty pounds, not an ounce more.”

“Philip, we’re moving.”

He whooped, “I’ll meet you at baggage claim.”

New Addition – Emma’s Erotic Sketches

WARNING! Erotic Fiction below!

I’ve been thinking that it would be fun to add some more Eros to my posts. So from time to time I’ll be posting flash fiction for your enjoyment. And please let me know if you do enjoy it.

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The Spanking

He pulled her across his lap. “You have been a very bad girl.” He growled as he spanked her, her buttocks shaking from the impact. She gasp, more surprised than hurt, no one had ever spanked her before.

“Did you like that?”

She said nothing, so he spanked her again watching as her butt cheeks tensed in anticipation of the next strike. His hand stung from hitting muscle rather than the relaxed flesh. Then he leaned over her, and bit her… just where the curve of her ass met the downward sweep of her leg. She yelped at the suddenness of it and felt her body flush warm.

He played his finger up and down between her cheeks – feeling the moisture pouring from her, he inserted a finger. And slowly began to play with her, pushing it in and pulling it out until she began to rock against his hand. She lifted her hips, begging for him to put something larger inside her. He took his finger out and placed in on her lips.

“Suck it,” he commanded. She wouldn’t take it into her mouth. He smeared her cum over her lips and forced his finger inside. “Suck… suck it clean,” he demanded of her. She tasted the salty sweetness that was her, and sucked.

With his other hand he reached for a dildo and began to stroke the tip of it against her clit. It was large, and she felt a moment of fear as he inserted it into her. It stretched her, and the rigidness of it felt different than having a cock inside her. Slowly he pushed it farther inside her, warming her up, getting her used to the feel of it inside her.

“Fuck it…” he whispered softly in her ear, “I want to see you fuck the dildo.”

She raised her hips, pulling away from the thing inside her, and then rocked them back taking more of it inside her. His gasp of surprise egged her on.

“I want to see your body go crazy…” he matched her rhythm and pushed it in deeper and deeper until she felt impaled on it. She rocked against it, pushing, feeling it fill her. He forced it farther in her as she bucked against it. Pulling it out and then pushing it deep inside her.

The finger she had sucked clean of her own cum, now moved and began teasing one nipple until it stood out hard. He tweaked it as she screamed, consumed by the desire to find release against the hard thing inside her, her body writhing on his lap, begging for more.

Quickly he altered his strategy… he pulled the dildo nearly out, keeping it barely inside her, not letting her have what she so desperately wanted.

By Emma Greer