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Erotica - The Storm

I wake up to the sound of him making himself a cup of coffee. I roll over in bed and my boyfriend is still sleeping. The window is open, blowing in cool air over us. I can hear the birds outside and the trees moving in the wind. I feel cold so I close the window.

I get up and go to the bathroom wearing a one of his baggy t-shirts and my lace panties underneath. When I return to the bedroom he’s still sleeping. I start to put my make up on and brush my long dark hair. He rolls over and opens his eyes and looks at me and says ‘What are you doing? Get back into bed.’

I climb back into bed and he tells me to take my t-shirt off and tugs on the bottom of it. He pulls it over my head and kisses me. I feel his hands slowly caressing my breasts. I look down at his boxers and see he’s already hard. He pushes me down onto the bed and moves his hands further down my body and slides his hand into my knickers. I rub my hand over his cock a few times and he takes his boxers off and I pull my knickers down. He climbs on top of me I guide his cock into me.

I close my eyes and think of his father downstairs and how attractive he is. I’m thinking about him on top of me and holding me down. I imagine what he feels like inside of me and what he tastes like. My boyfriend doesn’t last very long and never makes me cum. He fucks me for a few minutes and then comes inside me. I lie there on the bed for a while staring at the ceiling thinking when was the last time I actually had an orgasm. I don’t even remember.

I put the t-shirt back on and go to the bathroom again and look at myself in the mirror. There’s cum trickling down my leg. I wipe it off. I finish doing my make up and brush my hair again and go downstairs. I hear him in the kitchen making himself another cup of coffee. The metal teaspoon hitting the side of the mug. My nipples are poking through the front of the T-shirt so I cover my chest with both arms folded. I walk in nervously and look at him. He’s standing there leaning on the kitchen counter reading the newspaper. ‘Morning’ he says and looks up at me. I smile and walk over to the kitchen cabinet and grab myself a glass and pour myself a drink of water from the tap. I catch him looking down at my legs as I walk past but I pretend not to notice.

I turn around and he’s staring straight at me. He takes a sip of his coffee whilst remaining eye contact. He has piercing brown eyes. I nervously look away.

He leans in closer, walks over to me and pours the remaining coffee down the drain. I stand next to him and notice his arms are bigger, the muscles are bulging out of his shirt. I take a sip of water and scan his body with my eyes imagining him naked. He looks outside the window in front of him and says ‘ I think there’s going to be a storm tonight. Will you be staying in?’ He turns and looks at me again. I smile and nod. My hands are shaking from being so nervous I try not to let him notice. I cling onto the glass and take another sip.

(Later )

I get woken up by the storm. The rain is tapping on the window so loud. My boyfriend is still asleep. I get up and open the bedroom door. I can see a light coming from downstairs. I leave the bedroom door ajar and slowly walk downstairs. I can see there’s a light coming from the living room. I walk up to the door and look in. I see his dad sitting on the sofa watching television. He turns to me and says ‘can’t sleep?’ I shake my head. He tells me to come sit beside him. I can see he’s been drinking. He looks down at my legs again as I sit down.

We sit and watch tv for a while. He pours himself another drink. I sit there quietly and try not to seem nervous. He takes his eyes off the TV and asks if I want something to drink. I say ‘ok sure’ and he pours me a glass. He picks it up and passes it to me and I reach out to take it and our hands touch. I nervously laugh and take the drink and say ‘thanks’.

He continues watching tv. I feel embarrassed that I’m wearing pink pyjamas around him.

I start drinking the whiskey he poured me. It’s pretty strong. He asks me if I like it. I lie and say yes. I’m getting bored of what’s on TV but I don’t want to leave. I just want him to touch me.

I sit there watching him take another sip of his drink. Watching him swallow it. I look down at his chest. I can see his chest hair. It turns me on. I look at his fingers wrapped around the glass and think about his hands on me. I take another sip and lean back into the sofa. He notices me staring at him and stops and looks at me. He doesn’t say anything. He puts his glass down on the table and moves closer. He turns to me, puts one hand on my cheek and says ‘you’re so beautiful.’ He brushes my hair out of my face and places it behind my ear. He looks straight into my eyes and kisses me passionately. Then he stops and looks at me as if he’s waiting for me to approve. I kiss him back and he moves his hand to my throat and holds it there. He keeps kissing me and I starts to get wet. I stop and put my glass down. I look back at him and he says ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long’. He gets up kneeling on the sofa and lays me down. He starts undoing my pyjama top buttons one by one exposing my tits. My nipples are hard.

He takes his shirt off. His body is perfect. Tanned and so toned just like I imagined. I reach out and run my fingernails through his chest hair. He looks down at me and kisses my neck down my chest and sucks and licks my nipples. I start moaning. I’ve wanted this for so long.

He reaches down and puts his hand under my shorts and rubs my pussy. I want him inside me so badly. He tells me I’m really wet. He pulls on my shorts and he slowly takes them off. He looks down at my white lace underwear. He pushes my legs apart and starts kissing my pussy gently, teasing me. I keep moaning. He moves my panties to the side and carries on licking me. I start moaning louder and louder. I watch him. He looks straight at me and I can feel that I’m about to cum. I put my finger in my mouth and bite down on it. He slides his tongue into my pussy and keeps licking my clit so hard that I cum. He doesn’t stop licking. He tells me how sweet I taste.

I get up and take my shirt off and start rubbing the outside of his trousers.

He watches me as I keep rubbing his cock. Its rock hard and it feels so big. He pulls my knickers down and puts his fingers inside me. He looks at me puts his finger in my mouth. I suck on it as he slides it in and out. He pulls his trousers and boxers down. His cock is huge. He pushes me down on the sofa, spits on his hand and spreads it onto the tip of his cock. He slides inside me slowly. His cock is so big that it hurts. I dig my nails into his arms as he pushes himself in further.


I start moaning even louder and he covers my mouth with his hand and tells me to be quiet.

He fucks me so hard it hurts but after a while the pain subsides. I can feel his whole body weight on me as he fucks me. He kisses me again, caressing my tongue with his. He fucks me even harder. I moan into his ear. He fucks me harder and faster whilst grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples. He says ‘I want you to cum for me.’ I reach down and rub my clit with one hand whilst he continues fucking me. I wrap my legs around him and pull him in closer. He cock goes deeper inside me. I moan even louder and he covers my mouth again. He looks into my eyes and I come really hard. I can feel my face has gone red. My whole body tenses up. My legs are shaking.

He lifts me up and flips me over and spreads my legs. He pushes my head down into the sofa and slides his cock inside me. He fucks me from behind whilst grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his cock. He moves me up and down on his cock and I hear hm moaning. He grabs my tits and keeps fucking me. My face is buried in the sofa I can barely breathe. He grabs my ass again and squeezes it. He tells me he’s going to cum. He tells me to sit up and he puts his cock into my mouth. He grabs the back of my hair and watches me suck his cock. I look up at him and he comes.

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