I had just done something I’ve never done before. Sure I had written stories like that before, I had posted them online, read by my friends and enemies alike, inhibitions truly free, but never before had I written a story specifically for someone. With someone in mind. His essence dripping from word to word, his name etched there in front of me in some perverted love letter, the evidence of my feelings that I had been trying to ignore since the moment I met him. He was the culmination of everything I had come to love and yearn for in a man. The perfect storm for a girl who felt more like a desert, starved for any signs of life.
I sent it to him on his birthday. We exchanged sly smiles when I met him in the kitchen and breathlessly told him “check your email, I sent you something”. He rushed up the stairs and I felt the butterflies in my stomach grow as I awaited his reaction…..luckily I didn’t have to wait long, as he burst into my room, matching my earlier flustered condition. Grinning from ear to ear like a sheepish young boy, he was in disbelief “you wrote that about me? Thats so fucking hot”. I melted on the spot. He moved in towards me swiftly and scooped me up in his strong arms, kissing me with fervor, the passion of his lust spilling out onto me. I was absolutely mesmerized, consumed by the magnitude of his adoration.
We went downstairs, my legs quaking slightly – I was certain everyone at the party would notice and I would be left stammering trying to think of a possible excuse. No one noticed, as is to be expected. All day I could feel the current between us, however. Everytime he glanced my way, or his shoulder grazed mine, or I felt his gravitational pull, centering itself around me, I felt the shocks up my spine, all through my fingers and toes. I was terrified and excited, all at once.
While it was nothing short of a night to remember, the real excitement came a few days later when we were finally alone. Everyone had left the house with other engagements. It was just me and him for the rest of the night. The excitement that had been building within me ever since I hit send on that email was coursing through my veins, sending little shocks to my extremities at random intervals. I could tell he was feeling it too. The nervous energy between the two of us at that point probably could have powered the whole house.
You’d think the first thing I would want to do once I got him alone would be to push him up against a wall and kiss him with the same heat he had put on me just a few days earlier, beg him to have his way with me, to recreate the story I had written for him. But the build was slow, and deliciously painful. We spent the afternoon outside by the pool, enjoying each other’s company and soaking up the sunshine. We listened to music and talked, dancing around the subject, the electricity hanging in the air between us and building with every stolen glance.
Finally we moved inside. I went to my room to change, not bothering to close the door. The next thing I knew, he was standing in my doorway. Looming before me, imposing not just because of his stature but because of the immense control he was currently wielding over me. My stomach was in knots as he looked at me darkly, seductively, his face shadowed with lust. “That story you wrote me was so fucking hot. All day my friends kept telling me how lucky I was to have you, and all I could think about was what I wanted to do to you.” The entire expanse of my skin was covered in goosebumps as I anticipated what was to come next. He strode towards me confidently and grabbed my chin with his strong, capable hands. He looked into my eyes for a few lingering seconds before he moved in for a kiss. Kissing me passionately, deeply. All I knew in that moment was him. I was absolutely consumed by him, ready for whatever came next.
I hooked my fingers into his swim trunks and pulled him towards the bed, pushing him down as I lowered them down to his ankles and brought his now hardening cock out into the hazy afternoon light. I kneeled in between his legs and began slowly, teasingly, licking the tip of his dick. My hands gripped his thighs, steadying myself as I moved my tongue along the sides of his swollen member. He moaned lightly and ran his hands through my hair, applying light pressure to my head as I continued to increase the intensity of my movements. I began bobbing my head up and down, bringing it half way up before plunging it back down towards his balls, stopping every so often to swirl my tongue around his tip, all the while using one hand to stroke his shaft while the other caressed his balls.
Before long, he couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled me up towards me and threw me down on the bed as if in one swift motion. I could feel my pussy throbbing with anticipation, eagerly awaiting whichever method he would use to pleasure me. He began kissing my ears, softly, slowly, barely grazing the bottoms of my ear lobes before moving down my neck, along my collar bones, leaving a trail of electrified skin as he went. He reached my breasts and ripped off my bikini top, taking my tits in his hands and applying pressure before moving his tongue to my nipples, stopping on them briefly before again continuing down towards my dripping pussy.
Meanwhile, his hand had been teasing my clit, rubbing around it, getting my blood flowing, barely able to contain myself. I was moaning in his ear already. He slipped one finger into my wet hole and began fingering me in a come hither motion, still toying with my clit with his other fingers, it was almost too good to handle, I could feel an orgasm building. His mouth made it to my hips and he started kissing towards my aching cunt, desperate for more I bucked my hips out towards him. He chuckled devilishly as his tongue plunged inside me and I moaned loudly, uncontrollably. He continually licked and applied pressure with his tongue, not letting me wriggle away from the pleasure growing deep within me.
Finally, I couldn’t take it, I had to have him inside me at that moment or I was going to explode. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him as if his mouth held the antidote I needed to survive. His intensity matched mine and he lined his rock hard cock up with my slit. “Wait – grab your vibrator” he smiled wickedly down at me. I did as I was told and grabbed my toy out from my nightstand beside us. He turned it on and put it on my clit sending shockwaves through my body already. Just then he plunged his throbbing member deep inside me, at which point I think it’s safe to say I fully lost my mind. I was consumed by a need, a need for his body, a need like none other I had ever felt, powered by pent up lust and the feeling that this was all or nothing. I rocked my hips up towards him, arching my back and creating the perfect, tight, hold on his dick, thrusting in and out of me.
“You’re so fucking hot” he moaned through a clenched jaw, focused on his performance, not knowing that just having him there inside me in this moment was ecstasy enough. I wanted to tell him that in that moment he was the culmination of all my dreams, but I held my tongue, overcome anyways by the growing sensations spreading through my body as I reached the peak of yet another orgasm. “I’m gonna cum babe, don’t stop” I whined, my breaths shallow. He continued driving into me, all the while we stared into each other’s eyes, until finally we both reached the apex of our pleasure at the same moment, the whole world instantly melding into background noise as I felt my pussy squeezing his cock dry of every last drop.
We lay there not speaking for a few moments, before we both began to giggle, shly almost, as if we hadn’t just known each other so primally. “I’m starving after that” he proclaimed, “let me get myself cleaned up and I’ll make you something to eat” I smiled, embracing my sudden urge towards domesticity.
pretty words for wicked girls 