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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Challenge Accepted

She sat at her computer. The room was dark except for the light that shone from the screen. She yawned and stretched, checking the clock. It was well past midnight for her.
Suddenly her instant messenger popped up. She smiled. Her internet buddy was online.

Her mind cast back to how they met. 'Met' being the operative word. He had found her on a social networking site and had befriended her through their love of similar interests. Movies, music, books. They were alike.

It was only recently that things had become interesting. One of their long conversations about their love of writing sparked a challenge between them. 

“I issue you a challenge,” he had said, his words typing across the screen.

“Do tell,” was her reply.

“You write me an erotic story by tomorrow night.”

“And if I don't?”

There was a pause. He was searching his mind for an incentive. Something that she would appreciate. “How about if you do, I'll take you out to dinner.”

She blinked rapidly, re-reading what he had just typed. She must have read it a hundred times. How was she to respond to that? “How will you take me to dinner? Aside from some photos, you have never met me.”

“I'll be in your state tomorrow for business,” came his reply. “And I would love to meet in person.”

She was hesitant. She had met someone from online before and he was nothing shy of a creep. She bit her lower lip, staring at the screen. Then without thinking she quickly typed, “OK, you're on.”

She groaned. What had she just agreed too? 

She bought up her Microsoft Word and began to type about the first thing to enter her mind. 

“She was lying on a bed. It was Summer. She was naked under the cotton sheet. It was too hot to do anything. It was exhausting just to roll over. Beads of sweat formed in her cleavage, dripping down over her magnificent breasts.

She traced the line with her finger, her soft touch arousing and awakening her senses. Her nipples stiffened, becoming hard like two diamonds. They rubbed against the cotton sheet sending pleasant thrills through her body.

Rubbing the tops of her breasts, she gave a little moan. Her other hand snaked down under the sheet, rubbing her belly before heading south. She had shaved a couple of nights ago and could feel the prickle of stubble as her hand glided over her mound. She gave a little gasp as her finger reached the centre of her heat. 

She flicked her finger over her clitoris, slowly, gently. Her hips were grinding against her finger. Her eyes closed, lips parted, her breathing even and shallow. 

“And just what do you think you're doing?”

His voice startled her. She gasped, her eyes opening at the sound of his voice. He stood at the base of the bed, his eyes dancing gleefully as he watched her pleasure herself. Biting her lower lip and maintaining eye contact with him, she continued to rub herself, growing wetter with every second.

Her gaze fell on him like a weight. He loved her body. The curve of her hip, her bellyring, her large supple breasts. She was perfection. 

He had spent all night making love to her. But as he watched her, he knew that it wasn't enough. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted it hard. Hard was one thing he wouldn't have a problem with. 

He reached out and grabbed the cotton sheet, flicking it away from her. He watched as she slipped a finger into herself, her body glistening with sweat as she panted. He grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her. She groaned, opening her mouth to protest. He silenced her with a kiss. A kiss so deep she felt it in her toes.

He ran his hand through her blond hair as their tongues danced. They parted and she whimpered. “You want this, baby?” he whispered in her ear, dipping his tongue inside while his hand stroked up and down his erect length. She nodded, her mouth dry, as though it was made of cotton.

A wicked smile played on his face. He asked her to scoot backwards so she was leaning against the headboard. Then he stood up, his manhood in front of her face. “Let's see if we can put that wicked little tongue of yours to good use,” he said, thrusting his cock into her mouth.

While she never liked giving head, she was good at it. She had the gift of the gab or so her mother kept saying. But as he stroked himself in and out of her mouth, his hand still gripping her hair, she wondered how much longer would she have to do this. Her tongue tickled the underside of his shaft before running smoothly over the mushroomed head. He grunted approvingly, loosening the grip on her hair.

Her tongue continued to swirl around his head. She would moan, the vibrations of her cheeks were almost enough to send him over the edge. He pulled out. She licked her lips, looking up at him, her blue-green eyes alternating colours from blue to green. When they remained on green he knew she was ready. Green always meant horny.

He flipped her over, placing her on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyeing him seductively as he sank inside her with ease. She was tight. She was wet. She was purring like a kitten. 

His cock was throbbing. He needed release but not until she came first. He reached around, cupping her breasts with his hands, fondling them, pulling at her erect nipples which caused an excited squeal to escape her lips. His left hand snaked around her thigh to her clitoris. He began to rub it in a steady rhythm, dusting kisses along her shoulder.

She tasted sweet. Her sweat blending into her natural sweetness. She rocked back against his cock, humping him, squeezing him with those fantastic inner muscles, gripping at his quivering member, trying to hold him in place.

He pulled out of her. Feeling empty, she groaned in protest. He slipped the head of his cock back in, teasing her, all the while rubbing her clit. He could feel her muscles contracting. She was close to an orgasm. He kissed her shoulder once more before thrusting right into her until he was completely buried.

She yelped and began to shake as her orgasm took over. Her nails gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as she came down from the waves of pleasure that had consumed her.

He chuckled and began moving again. His thrusting hips were short and shallow movements. She moaned, gasping a little at how sensitive she was. Every nerve was alive, tingling, threatening to send her over the edge again. 

His hand hadn't let up and was still rubbing her at the same slow steady pace. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear, nipping at her lobes. 

Her eyes were closed and she was panting. He pulled her up so she was sitting on his lap, impaled by his cock. He gripped her breast, kneading it, rolling her hard nipple around in his hand. He tweaked it causing her eyes to flutter open briefly. 

He could feel the tension in her body. He knew she was going to come again. This time he didn't hold back. He pumped into her, faster and harder then before. His breathing became ragged as sweat dripped from his brow. 

He felt her muscles contract and it was enough for him. He came inside her, her body milking his cock for all it was worth. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as a second orgasm washed over her.

She collapsed on the bed, her blond hair matted to her body. She looked up at him and smiled.”

Looking at the computer screen, she made a face. It wasn't her best work but it was hot and she hoped he liked it. She hit spell check, making sure she wasn't making any embarrassing errors. So far so good. She copied and pasted the story into an e-mail.

Before she had time to chicken out, she pressed send.

Biting her nails she waited for his reply.....

3 comments:

  1. Fucken hot! Be my gf pls!?

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  2. Damn girl u r a writer

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  3. OMG pls be single

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