Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




A Blurred Line

The keys rattled in the lock and the door flew open.

BANG!!!!

The door slammed shut with a satisfying noise that only partially eased the tension built up from the shittest day at the office she'd ever had. It was a long haul of a week with one problem on top of another, a relentless, unending stream of work that left her physically exhausted. To top it all off office politics were at their all time worst, the constant bitching and sniping left her feeling emotionally drained.

With barely a thought she kicked off her shoes, threw her suit jacket on the sofa and collapsed on her bed, her head barely hitting the pillow before slipping into a deep sleep.

Her alarm woke her at her usual time of 6.30am. She lay there for a moment, not really registering the noise. Her hand went out automatically to hit the off button. But instead of jumping up and going about her usual morning routine, she just lay there, thinking. She was confused. Her body felt...satisfied? She couldn't think of the word. Fragments of her dreams hovered in memory, a feeling, a touch...something, but what? Usually she would be up, out to work. But this morning, her body didn't want to move so quickly. She felt comfortable, as if waking from a great dream, but more as well.

Scrubbing her face with her hands she shook her head. As often happens with dreams, the details had already escaped her conscious mind, leaving just a vague puzzlement that was quickly put from her thoughts.

Crawling out of bed, she went to shower. The day starts, the routine begins, same day, just different time. She raised her arms to remove the t-shirt, but as she did, she stopped, registering the wetness between her legs, the knickers cool against her skin. How strange! Puzzled, she quickly shed the moist panties, inspecting them closely. Her hand strayed between her legs, her fingers coming away sticky and wet. A quick sniff allayed her fears that she had somehow wet the bed, but at the same time confused her more, it smelt the way she did when she had an orgasm. Did she really cum in her sleep???

She glanced at the time. Bollocks!! Discarding the wet clothing, she jumped in the shower, quickly washing her hair, scrubbing the sleep away leaving her body clean and fresh. Rushing to the wardrobe, she picked out the usual attire. A grey pinstripe skirt and jacket set. Fixing her hair in a severe ponytail, she grabbed a breakfast bar, stopping at the mirror on the way out to check all was in order. She allowed herself a moment of consideration, how severe she looked! Clean cut, professional, the model of a young career minded woman, asexual, hard-nosed, all business. How had she come to this stage in her life? It all seemed such a natural progression. But that was the way it had to be. There was no room for glamour in the world of corporate law. Being a woman in such an environment, you had to give it all and then some to get anywhere. And she had given it all. The youngest partner in her company- an achievement to be proud of. So why did she feel like she was missing something in life?

Ah another day over. In at 7, dinner at half past, wine, perhaps a little television if she was lucky enough not to have had to bring her work home with her- which was not very often. It seemed her work encroached on every element of her life. Although on consideration, that was probably a good thing! She feared how bland her life was without her work. Without her work, she would be lost; her world would be empty. Work kept her mind focused, kept her occupied, kept her distracted.

With a sigh she rose, rinsed the plate and made for the bedroom to ready herself for bed. She always favoured a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of knickers to sleep in. It was practical, comfortable.

Brushing her teeth, she looked in the mirror. What stared back was a young woman, pretty, blue grey eyes and a smile that made her look 5 years younger. She smiled a lot less these days.

Slipping into her bed, she lay there for a while, revelling in the softness of the duvet, the silky feel of the linen. Working as she did, she could afford some of life's little niceties. A pity she couldn't spare the time to enjoy them more. Then suddenly, on an impulse she couldn't explain, she discarded her knickers and t-shirt. She had never slept naked before. But the small luxury of feeling the soft silken sheets against her warm naked body made her smile as she fell asleep.

She felt good. Really good! Her body tingled, ached, throbbed, with pleasure. She didn't know why, but she didn't care. His touch was electric. Every sweep of his fingers brought her body alive. His breath was liquid pleasure across her naked body. Warm, sensual, the sensations it elicited were raw, powerful. She gave her body over to it, surrendered herself without a thought. Every moment of contact inflamed her lust ever higher; he touched her in ways she could not even imagine were possible. His hands caressed her, his fingers trailed over her soft tender breasts, catching her nipples in a way that made her gasp and her back arch. A warm glow rushed through her, igniting her passions further. His lips were on her, soft and silky. His tongue trailed across her skin and she moaned loudly, completely unrestrained. It felt right to express what she felt audibly; as if anything less would not do it justice. Her body was aching with need!! His fingers brushed her thighs, sweeping up to her most intimate of places, her pussy! The word felt right, straight to it "pussy". This was the only word that fit with how she felt, alive with animal lust, raw and dirty and hungry with desire. His tongue swept through her pussy with a suddenness that left her panting, her legs trembling. Her clitoris was stimulated in a way that left her mind reeling, she could see it in slow motion, and it felt that way. As if he had slowed time to draw out the sensation even more, to allow her the time to lose herself in the full glory of his touch. His tongue pleasured her like never before. It moved with expert precision, touching every part of her, exciting pleasure in ways she never thought possible. With perfect timing he brought her to the brink and held her there every time. Drawing out every possible sensation he could with that perfect tongue. Trailing over her moist wet lips. Parting them to reach her clitoris. He knew when to brush his tongue over her pussy, the exact moment when to hold back. Driving her higher than she could imagine and still not orgasm. How she wanted it, her body craved it, demanded it. And he obliged!! Before she knew it she was cresting the biggest, most explosive orgasm of her life. Her back arched, her toes curled, her pussy radiating a pulsing sensation than shot through her body, her mind exploded with her the sensations brought on by her orgasm, finally leaving her panting, her mind fuzzy and disorientated before slipping into blackness...

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP.

The alarm.

6.30am.

With a groan she twisted to turn it off. Under the shower, she let the hot water wash away the ache in her body and the fuzzy feeling in her mind. She remembered so much. The way he made her feel. It all felt so real! Her pussy felt, she assumed, the way it would feel after a night of passionate lovemaking, tender, but strangely satiated. But how could a dream make her feel like that?

Standing in the shower, she let her hands run down her body. Let herself remember how her body tingled. She couldn't remember his face, only his touch, but what a touch!! Her fingers felt wonderful as they ran down her body. It had been so long since she had indulged any carnal desires. Work had always taken precedence. But right now, she could think of nothing else. Her thoughts were on him, her dream man, whoever he was. As the water ran down her body, she pleasured herself for the first time in a year. She ran her hands over her soft, full breasts, enjoying the weight and feel of them in her hands. She pinched her pink nipples until they stood stiff and proud from her breasts. Her fingers traced from her neck, down over her body, to her pussy. A slow, teasing journey that cranked up the desire with every inch her fingers travelled. She smiled; enjoying the battle, holding back the very thing her body wanted most. It only served to increase her enjoyment. Her hand slipped between her legs, her lips were swollen and parted easily to her probing fingers. She gasped as her pussy swallowed her inquisitive digits. Oh it felt so good! It had been so long, why, she couldn't say. It felt so good she couldn't understand why she hadn't allowed herself the pleasure sooner. As the water cascaded over her, her fingers worked her engorged, sexually charged pussy and her body climbed higher and higher, to another mind blowing orgasm that left her struggling to stand and gasping for breath.

In her post orgasmic bliss, she couldn't help feel disappointed. It was a good orgasm, but nothing like the one she had experienced in her dream.

"Ah! How could anything feel as good as a dream!" she scolded herself. Wise up! She was late for work....

* * * *

Her mind wasn't on the job. She couldn't stop thinking about her dream. It was so powerful, so real...hmm, so amazing! She had forgotten how good an orgasm could feel. No scrap that! She didn't realise an orgasm could feel THAT good, dream or no dream. Maybe it was just her unconscious mind expressing itself after so long being repressed. It had been a good year since her last orgasm after all. Sexual pleasure somehow got pushed to the bottom of her list of priorities. It's not surprising that the sexual tension found an outlet in her dreams. But who was the guy?? It was strange that of all the details she could remember, his face was not one of them. Oh she had vague ideas about him. A firm body, he exuded a sense of strength, but quiet, restrained, almost dangerous. But his features were shrouded in the fog of the dream world.

She had never looked forward to going home in years. She tingled with the thought of her dream lover. Oh she was a realist, she knew the chance of being visited by the same dream twice was one in a million, but that couldn't stop her wishing, hoping, praying, for it. A part of her wished for it more than anything. It had been so long since she had felt anything like what she did last night. So long since she had allowed herself to feel anything like that!

Arriving at her east London flat, she entered with a sense of purpose. She kicked off her shoes, turned her mobile off, poured herself a large glass of red wine, and surfed the net for something appropriate, in keeping with her new found, sexual needs. She surfed for a good hour. Through all sorts of material, lesbians, leather fetishes, the bondage scenes were somewhat arousing, but nothing sufficed. Everything she found was rather laughable, in only the way Internet porn can be. Forced. Fake. Dull. She went to bed disappointed. She wanted to sleep while horny, excited and aroused, to be in the best possible mind to encourage a similar dream as the other night. Instead, she went to sleep disappointed.

She was awake! She had heard him this time. Heard him enter. Sneaking into her room, crossing the short space from her door to her bed. Descending upon her naked, vulnerable form. And she welcomed him, with open eyes, open legs, and a heart full of unbridled lust. Without pause his lips locked with hers. Their tongues danced in an intricate, almost choreographed manner that left her hungry for more. His lips left hers, leaving her crying out in despair only to have her cry transform itself into a moan of pleasure as his lips touched her neck. His touch was warm and inviting on her soft sensitive skin. His kisses penetrated to her very core, sending waves of pleasure straight to her vagina. No! Her pussy. Straight to her wanton pussy. Her dirty, hungry cunt! The words alone were enough to drive her pleasure higher. Never before had she thought in such a manner. Going against her usual nature just made it that much more delicious to experience. He dragged her arms up, above her head, and bound them in a similar manner to the bondage scene on the Internet. But unlike the cheap, tacky, fake quality in the film, this moment was anything but! It felt nothing more than a natural progression to emulate her own feelings of animal lust. She wanted this. Without even knowing why, she knew it was what she wanted, what she craved. Bound in the ropes, she lay upon the silk sheets, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her entire body tingled with anticipation. Every nerve ending in her body was hyper sensitive to every touch, every movement of the air. The sheets felt infinitely smoother, the silky feeling of the sheets serving to enhance the excitement of this almost wrongful act. The cool night air caressed her naked form, causing goose bumps, her nipples, standing proud and erect in the centre of her breasts. She sensed, rather than saw, his strong form, lay itself between her open legs. His firm body was pressed against hers. She felt his stiffness pressing firmly between her legs. The tip of his bulging penis...his cock, his hot, hard cock nestled between her soft puffy cunt lips. It had been so long since she had had a man inside her, her mind raced, and yet not a single coherent thought could she maintain aside from one:

"I want him IN me NOW!!"

As if reading her mind, he smiled, and pierced her core. His hard, thick shaft driving deep, deep inside, hitting the very depths of not only her body, but what felt like her very soul as well. It left her feeling...complete, a sense of fulfilment she had never dreamed of. He became one with her. Although her hand were tied, her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, rocking with him, their bodies finding a natural rhythm that drove them both on. His pace became markedly faster, his firm chest grazing against her soft breasts, her nipples raking over his skin sending delicious sensations straight to her pussy. Oh and her pussy! How it felt! His shaft penetrated deep, slid beautifully against the soft walls of her vagina, the sensations causing her to contract around him, milking his cock, causing it to bulge with pleasure, and the cycle continued!! The more he moved the more excited her pussy became and the bigger and fuller his cock grew. Their moans filled the air, the smell of sex and sweat was strong as their combined pleasures peaked in a cacophony of satisfied noise. She screamed like never before. A release from all those years of pent up sexual need, let loose in one strong vocal cry. So strong was her orgasm that she passed out...

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP

The alarm. 6.30. She groaned as she rolled over and slammed her hand down on the button to turn it off. She lay still, unable to move. Stunned by last night's dream. It still left her feeling more sated than she had every felt!! She reached between her legs to feel the familiar wetness. She was even wetter than before, and very sticky. She brought her hand to her lips, tasting herself. It tasted odd, familiar. Something wasn't right!! It tasted like...cum, a man's cum.

* * * *

She didn't know what to make of it. Was she mistaken? It had been a while since she had last had the taste of a man in her mouth, but she didn't think it was a taste you could forget. But how could it be cum? Her house was secure; there was no sign of entry, of anything being disturbed. Deciding she must been mistaken she got up and headed for the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, she thought about the last few nights, about her dreams. They were so intense, so real. She had never experienced anything like it before. Not even close! They made her feel...just, wow! For so long she had neglected her own sexual desires that she had forgotten how good an orgasm could feel. She craved more. Shaking her head, she snapped back to reality. She would just have to wait. Work was a demanding Master.

Drying off, she stopped and looked at her body in the mirror, considering what she saw. She never thought of herself as attractive. The job took over. Everything about her was geared around her job. In her job, she put all her womanly desires to once side, she was all professional. The trouble was, after so long of putting them to one side, they had somehow gotten left there. She couldn't remember the last time she entertained a sexual thought. The last time she had daydreamed about a man, about sex. Perhaps her dreams were just an expression of that long neglected side of herself. In her dreams, her mind and body had found an outlet for those needs, desires, wants. But in the mirror, she allowed herself to be a woman. Her gaze ran down the length of her body. She reckoned guys would most like her breasts. She had always had large breasts. Full, round- a good handful! Hefting them in her hands, she pushed them up and together. Not bad at all. She traced the circle of the areola, fascinated as the nipple slowly stiffened to stand proud and erect in the centre of her breast. Little pulses of pleasure ran through her body, down her spine, causing her to shiver with delight as a warm tingle began between her legs. Slipping her hands down over her stomach, she parted her legs slightly to allow her access to her pussy. Running her fingers through the sparse curls of her pubic hair, they quickly found the source of the tingle. Touching her clitoris was something that she hadn't done in a long time! Her finger massaged in small, soft circles, bringing small waves pleasure that had her groaning.

Sitting back on the edge of the bath, she spread her legs further and studied her pussy, pulling the lips apart to see the soft pink core. Her clit sat at the apex, stiff and engorged with blood. She thought it looked quite sexy. She imagined what a guy would say, what he'd do, if he was here in the bathroom, watching her manipulating her hot little pussy. Would he like watching? Would it make him stiff, aroused? And what would it be like, taking him inside her, like in her dream, let a man spear her body, slip his hot hard cock between her pussy lips, up inside her warm moist core. Her fingers found their way past her moist cunt lips and as they entered her, she thought of her dream man's cock inside her. Her fingers weren't enough; they were too small, too slender!! Looking around, she spied a deodorant can that looked suitable for her needs. Placing it at the entrance to her pussy, she spared no thought to the coldness of the can, pushing it deep inside her with an eagerness that would have shocked her had she not felt so horny. The can was cold and unyielding inside her, but her pussy swallowed it up hungrily. Sliding it in and out, her cunt lips wrapped themselves around her improvised cock, leaving the shaft slick with her cream. She massaged her swollen clit, a steady rhythm that increased in tempo as the feelings within her built to an almost overwhelming intensity that left her panting in quick short gasps. Every second brought her closer and closer to her goal. Her muscles began to tense. Her toes curled, and as the wave of her orgasm came crashing in like the tide against the rocks, she let out a cry of pure unbridled sexual release, before slipping down onto the bathroom floor, panting heavily.

Glancing up at the clock, she swore. Shit! She was going to be late for work! She tried to stand, but her head swam, her legs felt like jelly. With her body still throbbing from her recent release, she managed to wobble over to her wardrobe and struggled into some clothes. A simple blue skirt and a light blouse to match would have to suffice. As she rushed to the door, she stopped; her knickers were soaked with her juices from her orgasm. Already running late, she removed the offending article and, on an impulse that, on looking back, surprised her, decided to go to work as she was, without any underwear.
It was 10am by the time she had gotten through the traffic. She had always left early, because she knew by 8.30 the roads were chock-a-block. She was never late. Maybe she could get in without anyone noticing. Oh they wouldn't mind if she was late. But she just couldn't face all the jibes, the little jokes that would go with it. People weren't terribly creative when it came to that sort of thing. That was the trouble with working in a law firm, everyone thought they were terribly clever and witty. The reality was more often than not, very much the opposite.

Slipping into her office, she flopped into her high backed, soft leather, executive chair and let out a sigh of relief. Looking about her desk it quickly turned to a sigh of annoyance. No matter how hard she worked to clear her desk and In Tray, it never took long to fill up again. A never-ending cycle of cases and appeals that she would usually approach with something close to relish, but today, it filled her with something more akin to loathing. It all suddenly seemed so pointless. It reminded her about the Greek myths she read about. About how it was in Hades, that guy who had to push a boulder up a hill, only to have it roll back down just as he reached the top. She imagined that's what hell must be like. An endless succession of pointless tasks, doomed to be repeated with no hope of ending. For so long she had not questioned it. Just accepted that that was how it was supposed to be. Life, work, it's just what you had to do. Recent events however, have opened her mind to just what she has been missing. And for what? So she can step up one more rung of the corporate ladder. She had been living her life for no other reason, blindly believing that the rewards at the top would be worth it. But that would be years away. What about now!!? In just 3 days she had felt more alive, than in the last 3 years.

She had always played it so straight, so serious. Never did anything outlandish, nothing that could be considered wild, for fear of conveying the wrong impression. If only people knew what had happened this morning, the true reason she was late! She could just imagine: "Sorry I was late sir, ended up masturbating on the floor, had such an intense orgasm I felt asleep!" Just the thought sent a thrill running through her and left her feeling like a naughty schoolgirl. On a whim and, she supposed, in keeping with her new found sense of mischief, she quickly stood, hiked up her skirt, and sat back down. The cool leather felt deliciously naughty against her naked pussy as she set about trying to do something about the stack of papers on her desk.

As the day wore on, that familiar warm feeling began to make itself known. Perhaps it was the thrill of her naked pussy upon the cool leather. When people came to have a word or ask a question, her pussy positively hummed with excitement at the dirty little secret she had hiding under her desk. She imagined what they would do if they found out. She entertained ideas of flashing them, the looks on their faces as they walked out, unsure of what they saw, but sure of having seen something.

As time went on the urges became more and more prominent. A thought started to form in her mind, could she masturbate at work? No! It was one thing frigging herself at home, but at work? That would be taking it too far. Discarding the thought, she carried on with her work. But the more she didn't think about it, the more insistent the idea became. Without even realising, she was already squeezing her thighs together, enjoying the subtle sensations bubbling up between her legs. She stilled herself. Placing the pen on the table she forced herself to breath, calmly and slowly. She had a meeting to go to. Standing to go, she was shocked to discover how wet her chair was! She stared at the puddle of girl cream with a strange fascination as it slowly ran into the grooves where her bum had been. Had she really produced all of that? She leaned in to get a closer look. Incredible! Straightening her skirt, she picked up her things ready to go. Suddenly, without even thinking about why she did it she bent in and licked at the puddle of her pussy juices, sweeping her tongue through the sticky mess on her chair. It tasted tangy, sweet, with a hint of saltiness from the mix of cream and sweat. She left the room with the taste of her pussy on her lips and her mind ablaze with sordid and perverse thoughts.

* * * *

That night, she was determined to experience the very best her nighttime lover could offer. The thought came to mind during a long a gruelling meeting about customer focus and business ethics. Incredibly dull!! So, as the board of directors jabbered on, repeating the same things over and over, only using different phrases to make it sound like some new and significant point previously unmentioned, she planned her evening. She would leave as soon as clock struck 5.30. She felt a passing guilt at leaving her work unfinished, but the fire in her mind had spread to the rest of her body, igniting her desires, inciting a deep need within her to fulfil them, and she knew of only one way to do it. She had to sleep, only then would her dream lover come. Only in her dreams would she be able to satisfy the yearning that had settled within her body and mind. She had tried to ignore it, but it was too powerful, too insistent. It needed to be released, she recognised that now. After so many years neglecting her sexual nature, it had come back with a vengeance. It scared her a little, but at the same time, excited her in a way she had never dreamed was possible.

Stepping through her front door, she threw her keys on the side, kicked off her shoes, and, while she made her way to the bathroom, began to remove her clothes. The blouse came off swiftly, over her head, without even pausing to undo the buttons. Unclipping her bra, she let it fall to floor. The night air was cool against her skin, but her mind was far too focused on the task in hand to notice any discomfort. As the hot water ran, the bathroom filled with a soft cloud of steam that left her skin warm and moist. Leaving the room, she headed to the kitchen, putting some soft classical music on to set the mood as she poured herself a large glass of her favourite Shiraz. The sound of running water and a string quartet filled the air, disturbing the usual quiet, sombre mood of her apartment. With so many hours spent at work, her home was used for little more nowadays than as a place to eat and sleep.

Taking a sip of the wine, she held the liquid in her mouth, rolling it over her tongue, slowly and carefully savouring the delicious taste of wild blackberries with a hint of lavender, before letting the liquid slip down her throat, warming her all the way down. A sudden thirst gripped her and she took another mouthful, then another, polishing off the contents of the glass in moments. The warmth spread outwards from her centre, the alcohol already taking effect. She didn't drink much anymore and the glass of wine was enough to make her feel the early effects. The wine began to stoke the fires within, already the warmth created spread to her wanton vagina, how demanding it was today! But tonight she had to wait, she wanted to take it slow, build up such a fire of need inside her that her dreams would be filled with thoughts of him, and he would take her to places in her mind, draw out feelings from her body that she could only dream of.

She padded back to the bathroom, the cold tiles of the kitchen giving way to a soft, deep piled carpet that felt wonderful beneath her bare feet. On the way, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall on the floor at her feet before stepping out and continuing, enjoying the sense of wickedness she felt at walking naked through her home. Another new experience to chalk up on the board! She was collecting a few these days! She wondered what else she might be able to experience in the coming days. She decided right then and there that she would masturbate at work. The decision made her smile. It would be exciting, another new experience.

Taking another long swallow of her wine, she turned the taps off and tested the water. A little of the wine escaped the glass and dribbled down over her body, leaving red rivulets disturbing the pale complexion of her breasts. It looked quite wicked. Almost gothic she thought. It brought to her memory a picture she saw whilst looking for porn the other night. A woman was bound and gagged in a rather intricate manner. But what had shocked her most was the blood dripping over her body from small cuts someone had made. Thinking about it now, the image seemed somehow erotic. The black collar around her neck stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin. She touched her neck, wondering what it would be like to wear a collar. Would she enjoy it? Being collared. Being bound and gagged. Used for someone's own selfish, sexual desires. Thinking about it, she had an unsettling feeling that the answer may be yes to all of them!

Stepping into the hot water, she slipped down and immersed herself, sighing with contentment. Taking up her glass, she cradled it in her hands, closed her eyes and listened as the violins played a soft, simple piece. Brahms violin concerto was one of her favourites. A simple orchestration, a lone violin skipping and straining over the other instruments, almost plaintive in its sound, but achingly beautiful. The water washed over her body. Parting her legs, she let the water lap over her mound, ruffling the pubic hairs and gently caressing the tender area, reminding her of the gentle throb growing between her legs. She smiled to herself, knowing the time would come very soon, when her man would visit and drive that throb to its mind blowing climax. For now, she was happy to lie back and enjoy the wait, letting her mind entertain thoughts of the delicious times ahead.

Wrapping herself in a thick bathrobe, she made a quick detour to the kitchen for a refill before adjourning to the bedroom. Setting her glass on her bedside table, she threw out the duvet she had left in a crumpled heap after rushing out that morning and let the robe fall from her shoulders. Crawling under the thick covering, she spread her limbs, enjoying the comfort of the warmth and softness against her naked body. She didn't think she could feel comfortable sleeping with clothes on again! Letting her hands run down the length of her body, she felt at peace. The wine was making her feel drowsy and the music was lulling her gently into sleep.

Something woke her. Some noise, a disturbance, the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Turning her head on the pillow she glanced at the alarm clock. 3am. She felt a vague sense of disappointment. Her dream lover had not come. After her efforts she was so sure he would have. Guess you can't always control your dreams!

Picking her robe up from where it had fallen in a puddle on the floor, she threw it on and padded out of her room to check the house. The cd had stopped some time in the night, but the light of the stereo bathed the room in an eerie green glow. The apartment was quiet. She couldn't see anything out of place, nor hear anything suspicious. So what had woken her? Quickly confirming that her door was still locked and secure, she made her way past the kitchen, when she stopped. Had something moved in the shadows? Had she imagined it? Not wanting to move, she peered into the darkness. Nothing. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweaty with the sudden fear that she might not be alone. The minutes ticked by as she waited, but nothing moved.

Letting out the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, she relaxed again, a sense of relief flooding through her. Her mouth felt cottony from the wine she had drunk earlier that night. So, heading into the kitchen, she grabbed a tumbler from the shelf and let the water run cold before filling the cup. She gulped half the cool liquid in seconds before stepping into the lounge to switch the stereo off. The room plunged into darkness

Suddenly arms snaked around her body from behind, a hand clamping over her mouth before she could scream. The tumbler fell to the floor, water splashing her legs and the carpet. Her vision hadn't adapted to the dark, leaving her blind and clueless as to what was happening!

"Be still! Don't make a sound and I won't be forced to hurt you!" the voice whispered in her ear, quiet, yet commanding. She obeyed instantly. Any thought of struggling quickly fled her mind. She could feel the strength in the arms wrapped around her body; she knew she'd never have a chance of breaking their hold. His clothes were rough against her bare skin. She could feel his warm breath close to her ear. The firmness of his body pressed against her.

They stood there for what seemed forever. His hand still covered her mouth. As her breathing calmed, the panic she had felt was slowly replaced by a strange sense of curiosity. Who was this dark stranger, how had he got into her apartment?

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered back, her voice breaking the silence that had descended upon the room. She was surprised at how calm and steady her voice was.

He gave no reply. But instead, pressed himself closer to her, and as she felt a hardness nestle itself between the crack of her ass, she knew what he was going to do. He was going to have her! How, she did not know, but knew only that he was going to take her, whether she wanted it or not. Strangely, she did not feel the sense of panic and fear that she would have expected. Instead, she felt a thrill of delight, one that left her body tingling with anticipation.

His hand came away from her mouth, but she did not scream. Instead, she stood there, patiently waiting his next move. A blindfold shut out what remaining light there was. As her vision was taken away, her other four senses came to the fore. She could smell his scent. Musky, with a hint of sweat, the way she imagined such a man would smell. Her ears pricked upon hearing a faint rustle before the rough contact of a rope came round her wrists, binding them in front of her, leaving her blind, bound and defenceless.

She felt his hand at her neck; gathering her hair, lifting it away from the nape before planting a soft warm kiss that melted any remaining resistance she might've harboured towards this stranger. She decided then and there that she would give herself to him, surrender herself mind body and soul. She was tired of living the straight-laced, all work no play, life. This would be her stand, her choice, to change the path her life had taken. She knew it would take more than giving herself to this stranger, but she felt liberated at finally taking a positive step in changing the current course of her life.

His tongue played softly over her neck, interspersed with kisses that sent delicious sensations rippling down her spine, the now familiar warmth already beginning to blossom from deep within her sex. She gave herself to it, moaning softly at his touch. She leaned back into him as he nipped at her earlobe, his tongue snaking down her neck. A cool breeze blew over the wet trail left by his tongue, causing her skin to come up in goose bumps. She felt his fingers play through her hair; at the same time, his other hand rested on her stomach. While still and unmoving, she sensed enough pressure in his hold to know he was poised ready to restrain her if she tried to escape. She had no intention of escaping, but knowing she had no chance to do so anyway, only served to further arouse her passions! His long fingers wrapped themselves around her neck, gripping her gently but firmly, twisting her head round and locking his lips with hers in a passionate, forceful kiss that left her breathless. His tongue flicked over her lips, before forcing itself past them, her own tongue forced to engage in an intricate and desperate dance with his own. On they carried for what seemed hours, their lips mashing together, alternating from hard to soft, but never lingering on one style for long. Just as she was becoming accustomed to his fierce attack, he would switch to a softer, subtler approach, teasing her with his tongue, brushing his lips over hers suddenly and withdrawing before she had a chance to kiss back. He kept her guessing, wondering what would come next, until she stopped trying to predict his moves and just went with the flow, letting him guide her on this journey.

His hand travelled up, brushing her breast roughly as he passed, his touch giving her just a hint of what more could come before his hand was under her chin. He let it drop back down slowly. His skin felt rough against her own, as his hand explored. Spreading out to caress every inch of womanly flesh that they encountered. They traced the line of her collarbone, from one shoulder to the other, continuing on to circle over the top of her heaving bosom, she could feel herself flush with excitement. He was a master of his craft, touching and exploring every inch of her, leaving nothing untouched. Every where his fingers travelled left the skin tingling with sexual energy, from the tender areas on the underside of her breast, to the places she didn't even know could be made to feel that good! The spot between where her collarbones met; the area just above her armpits; nowhere was safe from his expert ministration. He knew her body better than she did, how to please her, how to coax every delicious moment of sexual pleasure from her, knowing what she wanted before she knew herself.

His fingers wrapped themselves in her hair, twisted and pulled back firmly. She tipped her head back, as she knew he wanted her to, causing her back to arch a little and causing her breasts to jut out, sitting taut and high upon her chest. And suddenly the contact she so desperately needed, he gave her. His hand, coming up to cup her breast, elicited a cry of delight from her. He caressed the taut flesh, grazing the nipple with the length of his finger. Every sweep and pinch of her stiff pink nipple sent bolt after bolt of fire straight to her burning sex, stoking the flames of her passion, driving them ever higher. His hand began to kneed the firm flesh, sweeping up to pinch her nipple roughly, hard enough to bring her pain but also, rather unexpectedly, pleasure. She could feel his cock pressed between her buttocks, stiff, hard and unyielding. She wanted to undo his jeans and extract that nice hard member from within and feast her eyes upon its perfect form.

As if reading her mind, he span her around, gripping her shoulders in his big strong hands, running down the length of her arms, taking her hands in his and pressing them to him. Oh how hard he was! Without needing any further prompting, she fumbled with the buttons of his jeans. With some effort, she managed to pry the first button free, the rest of them followed in quick succession. A thrill rushed though her at the thought of how close she was to what she wanted. It strained against the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. She felt the heat of his cock radiating out as she rubbed along the length of his shaft. She felt him throb and pulse with need, so she slipped a slender hand in, grasped his thick cock, and ease it from its cotton prison. She felt him push his clothing down, allowing her better access. Her hand ran along the length of his cock; she marvelled how it felt, hard as rock, but hot as her own inflamed sex. The blindfold, while it restricted her sight, so she could not see his beautiful cock, did have the advantage of having heightened her sense of touch. She was able to trace in minute detail, every vein, and every full-blooded artery of his proud member. She loved the way they pulsed beneath her touch. Her sense of touch allowed her to build a picture of his cock in her mind, and it was as beautiful as she had imagined it to be.
She knelt down before him, her bound hands coming up to hold him, cupping his heavy balls in her hand as she pressed the tip of his cock against her warm silky lips. With barely a pause, her lips parted, and she took him in her mouth, the length slipping to the back of her throat as a soft groan met her ears, was it her own, or his? She couldn't tell. This was first time she'd had a cock in her mouth, so she was amazed when she set about sucking him off, knowing instinctively what to do. Without sparing a thought as to the whys, she just accepted and set about giving her nighttime lover the perfect blowjob. Her hand moved fluidly along the length of his cock, drawing back the foreskin to allow her tongue easy access to the bulging head within. She swirled her tongue around the tip, flicking it back and forth, taking him between her lips and sucking softly on the tip. His hands rested on her head, smoothed her hair from her face as she worked his hot hard member, eager to milk his cock, wanting to taste his cum.

She was lost in the moment, so when he lifted her away, she couldn't help but cry out a little. He had denied her what she wanted! But she didn't have long to feel disappointed; he was already picking her up and spinning her around, throwing her over the back of the sofa. She was completely exposed to him. His hand ran up the inside of her leg, and for the first time, she registered just how excited she was. Her pussy was soaking wet and had left her thighs moist and sticky with her own juices. His hand met her hot little cunt, cupping it gently, slipping a finger along the wet folds of her pussy, dipping between her labia to tease her hole, leaving her trembling with pent up desire.

Her mind was reeling with all that she was feeling. What she was experiencing was more than she could ever have imagined was possible. For a moment she allowed herself to think about just what was happening. This man, this stranger, was going to fuck her. She knew not who he was, or where he came from. That she was so at peace with what was happening, and going to happen, to her, was what surprised her most. But she didn't care. It felt so good, better than anything she had ever felt before, and for once, she was leaving her logical mind at the door and giving herself over to the raw animal lust that fuelled her now.

The sharp sting of his hand on her bare bottom brought her out of her reverie, back to reality, with a jolt. Again he struck her bottom, the slap ringing out sharp and clear in the quiet of the night. It stung something fierce and made her cry out with pain. As he massaged her ass, he dipped his fingers in her pussy, the suddenness of his actions drawing the attention away from her stinging cheeks as he trailed her juices back over the injured area.

The third slap came hard and hurt something awful! But this time it also shot a bolt of fire straight to her moist little pussy. She found herself wiggling her bum for more, enjoying the pleasure that came out of the pain delivered by his swift, firm hand. Again and again he struck her, stopping only to further tease and massage her aching cunt, before smearing more of her cream (which was, by now, flowing quite freely!) over her burning ass. The whole act left her feeling wonderfully dirty. A naughty girl being spanked for all her transgressions. She found herself yelling out louder with every strike of his hand, the more he hit her, the more excited she became and the more free she felt to express herself vocally. Letting herself go so completely felt incredibly liberating.

The spanking stopped suddenly leaving her gasping for breath and wondering what he would do next. Everything was quiet, only her ragged breathes broke the silence. Time dragged on and nothing happened. She lay there, straining to hear something, anything. Her body was poised, ready for him, but where was he?? Her mind raced with possibilities and for the first time that night, she felt true fear. Had he left her?

Her fears were quickly swept away the moment she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy. Relief flooded through her. He was still with her! The relief quickly turned to joy as, in a moment that she wished she could capture and savour forever, he penetrated her in one swift, fluid motion. Her slick pussy allowing his hard cock to slip inside her easily and suddenly he was embedded deep within her. In that moment, her whole world melted away. All that was left was herself and him, and the connection they shared. She was one with him. Her pussy engulfed him, pulled him deeper inside, piercing not only her body, but also straight to the very core of her being. And in this magic moment, she wept with joy.

They made love as one. Their rhythm matched each other's perfectly. Every move, every thrust he made was met effortlessly by her. Her hips rotated, meeting him at just the right angle to allow him to penetrate her fully. She arched her back as his cock slid from her, leaving her empty and hungry for more. He quickly returned, bringing with him another shock of sensations that fed her lust, fanning the flames, causing her pleasure to soar ever higher. His hands gripped her at the hips, firm, strong hands that fit with the rest of him. Everything about him was strong, solid, as a man should be. Onwards he drove her, his pace quickening as they climbed ever closer to what she knew would be an explosive orgasm.

It built up, within her. She could feel it gathering deep inside, every muscle, every fibre of her being tensed, and was poised, ready. And then it happened. Her orgasm hit like the sea crashing against the cliffs. At the same time she felt him tense as they peaked together. His cock bulged inside her as her own pussy spasmed around it milking every drop of precious cum from him. Her pussy was filled with his warm thick spunk which only served to spur her on and the waves of her orgasm struck her body violently, shook her very being, stripped her of all the layers, bared her soul and bathed it in a raw sexual energy. It was the single most powerful experience of her life! The onslaught continued, she could no longer distinguish individual sensations, could not separate thoughts or emotions. All that existed was her orgasm. White light filled her vision getting brighter and brighter before finally, all went black...

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

Her eyes flew open at the sound of her alarm. 6.30. She switched the alarm off. It was Saturday. She usually worked on Saturday. She wasn't going to work today. Instead, she laid there, last night's dreams occupying her thoughts. It was so powerful. She felt as if she was there, felt everything as if they had actually made love. She laid there, her body still trembling. Reaching down between her legs, she felt a large wet patch. The sheets were soaked! Her hand came up soaking wet and sticky. She knew before tasting it what it was. It was his cum. The same cum he had filled her with last night. The cum she had felt flood her pussy while she experienced the most mind blowing orgasm of her life. But it surely it was all just a dream?

Leaping from the bed, sparing not her thought for her nakedness, or the cum running down the inside of her legs, she raced through her apartment. The door was locked and secure, noone had forced an entry. Her eyes scanned the living room, nothing was disturbed, and nothing was out of place. She sighed with relief, but at the same time, a sense of disappointment rose from it. It was just a dream.

Walking back to her bedroom, she stopped. Her foot was wet. How odd! Looking down, she saw where the carpet had been soaked by some water, and nearby, the tumbler that she had dropped in her dream last night. But...it was just a dream, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

THE END

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