Your scent…

“Is it wrong that when I think of you, I think of your cunt? And I will say, with little trepidation, I think of it often.”

“Tell me more”

“I was curious when you texted to meet here. It was very —”

“No. Tell me more about my cunt; tell me why you think of my cunt.”

“Oh — I really don’t know why I said that. It was rude.”

‘Well, you did, so go on.”

“Your smell, it’s the smell of your cunt. Your perfume is always wonderful but all I can smell is the musky sour scent of your cunt; it seems to permeate from every pore as if they’re connected directly in some way. Sometimes it’s subtle, and sometimes it’s overwhelming.”

“And now?”

“It’s intoxicating — maybe that’s why I so rudely brought it up. I admit I like when you haven’t shaved for a while; your cunt becomes feral in a way, and your scent seems stronger. I imagine that you were wet before you sat down; I can smell it all over you.”

“Good guess. Please continue”

“I like the way your cunt shapes my cock. As you know, I’m always hard for you but when your ride me, you contract your cunt in a way that moulds my cock to the shape of your cunt; I get longer and thicker. You inevitably tell me it fits perfectly and grind until you cum.”

“Yes. I do like doing that. You always cum very hard for me when I’ve had my way. Should I just assume you like how it tastes?”

“You already know I do.”

“True. But I want to hear you tell me.”

“I like how my tongue can tease your cunt to give me it’s juices — I will drink from you until you force me to stop but I like to coax you to give me more. I work very hard to make you squirt.”

“Hmmmm. Shall we have another drink?”

“It is date night after all. Besides, I want to see how long it takes before one of us suggests we make our way discretely to the restroom and fuck our brains out like animals.”

“Oh sweetie, you will cave way before I do.”

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Raunchy-porn date night

“Can we order in and watch raunchy-porn for date night?

Simone looked at me with what can only be described as an impish smile as she sipped her coffee. Because I didn’t answer right away, she pushed through. “I’m going to have a crazy day with nothing but meetings as we prepare for that client pitch I told you about.”

She placed her mug down and simply said, “Well?”

“How could I turn that offer down,” I replied.

“I know. It’s a great idea. I’ll text you a little later and let you know how my day is going. I better get moving.”

Simone stood with a smile, kissed me softly on the cheek and left the kitchen with purpose. I sipped my coffee as I contemplated date night and listened as she put herself together for the day; she shouted her goodbyes as she rushed out the door. As I responded in kind, I couldn’t help wonder if she decided not to wear panties.

(Simone) Hi Babe U will never believe what happened?

(Me) Is everything OK??!!

(Simone) Well the client just backed out. I now have all kinds of time

(Me) People must be pissed!

(Simone) For sure. I of course took the opportunity to do some shopping for our date night

(Me) lol

(Me) Where are you?

(Simone) Our favourite store. I’m currently caressing a big dildo thinking of your cock

(Me) It must be big lol

(Simone) Just big enough I think. We should fuck each other with it tonight

(Simone) You said we could have raunchy porn date night??!!

(Me) yup

(Me) You aren’t wearing panties are you?

(Simone) lol you are right, I’m not.

(Me) I knew it! Be gentle with me.

(Simone) Ya right. I popped your cherry a long time ago babe. See you tonight xx

Simone smiled as she looked up from her phone and put it into her purse. Turning back to the woman, she contemplated the dildo on the counter. “I will definitely take this, and I think I will need a strap-on to go with it. It’s raunchy-porn date night tonight after all.”

They both laughed, and couldn’t help sharing how much they loved raunchy-porn date night.

(Me) Don’t forget to get lube xx

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Would you?

I don’t think we could call it a fetish but we both like to be spanked, and are quick to satisfy each other’s desire.

 I like the tactile sensation and the pain, and how hard my cock gets. Simone will say she likes the look of having a rosy ass and it’s worth any discomfort. When pressed, she will sheepishly admit it also makes her pussy very wet.

Simone looked up from her phone.

“Holly just texted and wants to know what we are doing tonight?”

Simone looked back at her phone before I could answer and motioned to wait. She then looked back at me with a curious look.

“She says it’s been pointed out her flogging technique needs some improvement. She is wondering, and I quote, ’Can we help a girl out’?”

My only response was to stare.

“She says she has reserved the room for a couple of hours and it’s her treat. I suppose it could be fun.”

“You are kidding right?”

“Well, it’s not like we haven’t played with her before. You did say you like her little breasts. We could let her practice and then fuck our brains out as she watches.”

“Maybe it could be fun. Ask her what time?”

With a slight smile, Simone put down her phone and looked at me. “She says nine. She also wants to know if people can watch?”

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Searching for Erato

Sitting in a hole in the wall where I like to write, I just stared at the screen; it was something I seemed to do a lot of lately. The words were hard to come by.

“What are you writing?”

I looked up at a woman in a mauve summer dress complimented with the straps of a lime green bra. Without any hesitation and not meaning to, I simply said, “Not much of anything.”

She looked at me and them pulled back the other chair and made herself comfortable. She rested her elbows on the table and cupped her hands under her chin hugging her neck. She stared at me as if she was deciding something important.

Her eyes were dark and deep, and it would be easy to get lost in them. Her face framed a strong nose, and her cheeks were pink with softly applied rouge that complemented her bright red lips — her lower lip was accented with a small silver ring. Her hair was as dark as her eyes and pulled up in a haphazard way and a small pink bow resting on one side. Colourful tattoos of green, and yellow, and red covered the length of her left arm while on her left, there were the outlines of images and words which left the impression of something in the making. She was intense in her beauty.

As as small smile exposed white teeth, and as she extended her right hand over the top of my computer, she said, “Hello, I’m Harriet.” Her voice sounded like a soft song.

Taking her hand, I told her my name was Winston and took longer than I should have to release her. She broke into a big smile.

“Like Winston Churchill? He was a lovely man you know. It’s true though, he was a bit of drinker and quite the orator; wrote his own speeches. He would write a love letter to Clementine every week; quite the imagination when he put his mind to it.”

Harriet had placed her hand back under her chin and started staring again.

“So, Winston, what do you write when you’re not, not writing much of anything?”

“Well mostly, I write and blog for work.” As she continued to stare, I couldn’t help adding, “I also have a small side hustle and write erotica, which at the moment, seems to be a problem.”

Harriet’s stare softened and she folded he arms on the table. “Oh Winston, you’re an erotic poet. This is simply lovely. You must share.”

Now I was the one who was staring as I slowly closed my laptop. “I didn’t say I was a poet; I just blog about people having sex”. And as I laughed, I said, “Not many words rhyme with clitoris.”

“Well, Deloris for one, but that is beside the point. You are expressing the experiences between two people, well maybe more; it is not just a blog about people having sex, you are writing about what it is to be human — very noble.” She was very serious when she said it.

“Well, as I said I am not writing much, and I should get going.” I reached for my bag and started to pick up my computer.

“Winston, there’s a couple behind you at the back of the room — they’ve been talking in whispers for a while now; they won’t last, but for the moment, they’re enjoying each other. He wants her to remove her panties and let him caress her as they kiss; they will be discrete but hope people watch. She wants to but worries she will be to too loud. You suppose you could write about that?”

I’m mesmerized with her voice and loose myself in her dark eyes. When I realize she’s finished, I say, “I absolutely could. Thanks.”

“You are welcome. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Do you have a lover?”

“I do,” I say.

“That’s wonderful. Probably for the best anyway,” she says with a sigh.

Harriet’s dark eyes brightened, she pushes her chair back and without saying anything, walks away. As I watch her, I open my laptop, and when she is out of sight, I start to type.

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Desire me…

Do you desire me? Show me; tear at my clothes and fuck me like the bitch I am.

I don’t know if she meant what she said but I wanted to.

I moved to her and stared into dark eyes; they followed my hand to one of her buttons as I slowly separated the material. Slipping both hands into the gap I pulled her into me and kept pulling.

The sound of buttons tearing from fabric and hitting the tile echoed as we kissed deeply, and in her passion, bit down on my lip until we tasted blood. She stepped back staring.

A navy bra exposed; I grabbed at fabric again to free a dark nipple; I sucked on it hard. She gasped as her hands pulled at my hair. I bit down, and she cried out. Her fingers twisted in my hair and pulled me away to expose my neck. She snarled and released her grip — her eyes were wild.

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