In the meantime, here's another short story I've got up on http://eroticawritersclub.com/
Paper Trail
As I lie
here on the bed, waiting for you, I hear the sound of the key in the door and
know that you must have found the first of my notes. I’ve been busy in the past
hour, getting everything ready for us to start the weekend off right.
After a
long day at the office, I want you to relax, so that is exactly what the post-it
note on the inner door says. Take a deep
breath and blow out the working day.
I can picture your face as you read it. The
tiredness giving way to amusement as you wonder what I have in store for you.
Maybe a naughty twinkle in your eye if you think of other treats I’ve arranged
for you in the past.
I hear you
close the doors behind you. You’ll hang your coat in the hall and step out of
your shoes the way you do every weeknight. It’s sweet that you’re such a
creature of habit. And then you’ll find my next instruction. The second little
yellow square that I’ve left out for you.
Take off your tie and shirt.
In my head, I see you so clearly, baring your chest as
you walk down the hall. There’s enough of a chill to bring your nipples up into
little hard nubs that sit in the sea of your chest hair. You were smooth and
waxed when I met you. Then I mentioned that I like the feel of hair against my
skin, and you never waxed again.
I hear your
tread on the stairs and a shiver of expectation trills across my skin. You must
have seen note number three by now.
Off with those pants, and the shorts too.
I know
every inch of your body, every mole and fold of skin. I know parts of you that
you’ll never see. My mind’s eye recreates you coming to find me, the muscles in
your strong legs flexing as you climb the stairs, free of your suit. Free of
the week and ready to spend time with me. I imagine you as I saw you last –
tanned from our break in the sun, with a paler swathe of flesh that only I get
to see.
Excitement
builds in me as I hear you get closer. The next post-it is at the top of the
stairs. A smile stretches across my face as I think of what it says.
Don’t forget the socks.
I know you
too well. You won’t have been able to resist the joke of leaving them on.
The landing
floorboard creaks and I know you’re just outside, reading the note on our
bedroom door. A tingle starts up between my legs as I think of what I’ve
written.
Are you hard yet? You can’t come in until you’re hard.
You chuckle
then. I love the sound of your laughter. I’m so happy to be with you. It’s good
to know I make you happy too.
The door
opens and you linger in the doorway. You’re certainly eligible to come in. I’ll
never get tired of seeing you like that. Knowing that you still want to fuck
me.
When you
see me on the bed, you laugh again. I’m only slightly less naked than you are.
As I recline on the bed, resting on my elbows with one leg raised, my final
post-it note does a poor job of covering my pussy.
“What does
that one say?” you ask me.
“Why don’t
you come and read it?”
You come
closer, your erection bobbing as you walk toward me. Then you kneel at the end
of the bed. We don’t touch, but I can almost feel the weight of your gaze on
me. The heat of your body warms my ankles when you rest your arms on either
side of them.
“Enter
here?”
I nod and you
climb up the bed to peel the piece of yellow paper off me. The glue tugs at my
pubic hair, heightening the tension in my body. You look up at me, your eyes
heavy with desire. I am so ready for you to take me.
My pussy is
hot with anticipation, wet with the need for you to touch me. You place your
hands on my legs, smoothing your way upwards until you reach the top of my
thighs. Then you use your fingertips to trace patterns on the sensitive skin
along my bikini line.
I clench up, sure that you’re about to go
lower. Instead, you take your hands away and lean down to kiss my clit.
That first
intimate act raises goosebumps on my skin. You give me a teasing lick that
makes me draw in a sharp breath. Then you move up my body as I fall back and
lie flat on the bed, gasping beneath you. Your lips linger at my navel and you
write trails up and down my sides with your fingers.
I reach for
you and caress your shoulders, your neck, urging you up to my face. You’re
making my nerve endings dance, but I
feel selfish. I want you where I can reach your cock and return some of the
pleasure you’re giving me.
You reach
my chest and plant a wet kiss between my breasts. As I take hold of your dick,
you cover my nipples – one with your mouth, one with your hand. The strength of
my grip startles you and you pinch my hardened nipple between your finger and
thumb. There’s no need for us to be too gentle with each other. I twist my hand
around you and you my nipple pops out of your mouth as you let out a groan.
Good. I
want you to sing for me tonight and show me how good it feels when we make
love. I pull on your dick, guiding you up my body. Your lips find mine, kissing
me hungrily while you continue to knead at my breasts.
You let go
with one hand and reach between my legs. I’m so wet, your thumb slides easily
across my clit. As you rub and flick at the most tender part of me, you bombard
me with a maddening variety of kisses. Sloppy ones that make me think you’ve
lost control. Tender ones that echo the first kiss we ever shared. Ghostly ones
that whisper against my neck.
All the
while, I work at your cock with my hand. But I need some lubrication. Stretching
down past your busy fingers, I run my hand over the opening of my pussy. When I
take you in hand again, I’m slick with my own juice. I slide my curled fingers
along your length, moving my hand up and down until your kisses peter out and
your eyes roll closed. You loom over me for a moment and our eyes lock. I’ve
never felt so sexy, so wanted. You take my breath away. I let go of you and
stroke your face with the back of my hand.
“I love
you,” you tell me.
I open my
mouth to tell you how I feel, but in that moment, you bury your cock in my
pussy and my breath catches in my throat. “I love you,” I say, the words coming
out in a gasp as you make another thrust and I clutch at your waist. You fill
me up, but I want more. I raise my hips to meet your strokes, bumping gently
against you every time you slide into me.
I close my
eyes again to focus on the feelings building inside me. We find our rhythm and
you slam into me, pushing me closer to the edge each time. As we move together
I dig my fingers into the skin of your waist, drawing you in deeper so I can feel
every last bit of you.
“Open your
eyes. I want to see your eyes.”
I do as you
ask and look into your eyes. I see a depth of feeling there that makes my heart
stutter. You thrust into me and I come like that, looking into you, feeling
totally connected to you. I cry out, but I resist the impulse to lower my lids.
I want to stay with you and see you ride the crest of your own orgasm.
As you
carry on driving into me I hold your gaze, watching your eyes cloud with
passion. You’re almost there. You look at me, look into me and see how much it
means for me to be with you like this. Then you reach your peak and hold
yourself still above me, your face flushed and your lips so full.
You brush
the hair from my forehead, run a finger along my cheek and I lean into your
hand. Then you kiss me. Long and sweet. A kiss full of promises that lets me
know we’ll make love like this for many years to come. You lie beside me then
and I turn to snuggle into you, breathing in your smell of musk and fresh sweat.
You wrap
your arms around me and we lie together in the peaceful aftermath. My heart
slows and I feel your cock grow soft against my thigh. You feel hot. Your skin
is damp from the exertion and you throw the covers off you. I kiss your collarbone
and you kiss the top of my head.
This quiet
time is as special to me as the wild sex. Just to be here beside you and feel
your skin against mine is heavenly. Your fingers are restless, skimming a line
from my hip to my chest and back again. We drowse and you settle into stroking
the hair at my temple. I play with your chest hair, smoothing it against the
grain and twirling my finger in it until you twitch.
“Are you
okay?” You kiss my head again.
“I’m better
than okay.” I tilt my head to kiss your lips. As we part, the doorbell rings
and you sit up.
“Come on,
let’s get up.” You jump out of bed and hurry into a robe.
“Are you
expecting somebody?” I pull the sheet up to cover myself.
A grin
spreads across your face. “You’re not the only one who made plans for tonight.”
I don’t know what to think. I’m in no fit state for guests. Not after what you
just did to me.
“Actually,
you can stay right there.” You disappear out of the room and I hear you head
downstairs. The doorbell rings again before you open the door. There are
voices, some good-natured laughter and the front door closes.
After a
while, I hear you coming up the stairs. Then the door opens and you come inside
carrying plates, cutlery and a bulging plastic bag.
“Now that
we’ve worked up an appetite, we can have the food I ordered.” You bring out a
feast of chow mein, fried rice, kung po chicken and beef in mixed bean sauce.
And I
thought I couldn’t love you any more.
