My first "public" erotica
Ok, please be kind, this is the first time anyone other than my lovers have EVER seen the small ammount of erotica I've written.
Lying there, next to you, running my hand up your legs, gently pushing your nightie higher and higher, so I can run my hands over your body, teasing your nipples, then down again, past where you want me to touch, down your legs, then up again. Each time I slowly run my hands up and down your body, I stop to tease first your nipples, then lower, until I’m just brushing across your knickers, tracing up and down, feeling you start to respond to my touch.
Sliding my hand up your leg again, I trace gently those sensitive areas you have been silently begging me to touch, feeling that delicious wetness, gently rubbing and spreading it across and back. As you close your eyes and moan, I can feel my own response growing, making me want more. Slowly I lower your knickers and slide them off. Leaving my satin boxers on, I move over you, between your legs. Gently lowering myself down until I’m moving up between your legs. Taking your nipple into my mouth and gently teasing it with my tongue, I lower myself down, until I feel your body beneath me, warm and enticing. Separated only by a layer of satin, I start to slowly move, rubbing the satin over you with my body, letting it’s texture tease and tantalise those most sensitive areas, until we are both so wet that the satin no longer moves.
Unable to bear the distance and damp satin, I lift up and you gently slide them down over my hips, running your hands back up between my legs, feeling the small hardness, feeling how much I want you close to me. Moving slowly, I spread myself, so that we are touching, your hardness rubbing against mine, slipping softly with the slippery moisture of our joint excitement. You reach your hand down, moving yourself against me, fast, the way you touch yourself when I watch. Then I feel it, that incredible surge of intensity, I know it’s going to hit soon if you don’t stop, and you don’t stop, I hear you breathing faster, then just as the waves hit, just as I start to come, I feel you explode against me, feel the movement and the warm liquid hit that sensitive hardness. I gently roll to one side and lay my head on your chest, enjoying the closeness.
© Simon Maynard 10/7/2005
Hopefully cross posted to gendererotica
Lying there, next to you, running my hand up your legs, gently pushing your nightie higher and higher, so I can run my hands over your body, teasing your nipples, then down again, past where you want me to touch, down your legs, then up again. Each time I slowly run my hands up and down your body, I stop to tease first your nipples, then lower, until I’m just brushing across your knickers, tracing up and down, feeling you start to respond to my touch.
Sliding my hand up your leg again, I trace gently those sensitive areas you have been silently begging me to touch, feeling that delicious wetness, gently rubbing and spreading it across and back. As you close your eyes and moan, I can feel my own response growing, making me want more. Slowly I lower your knickers and slide them off. Leaving my satin boxers on, I move over you, between your legs. Gently lowering myself down until I’m moving up between your legs. Taking your nipple into my mouth and gently teasing it with my tongue, I lower myself down, until I feel your body beneath me, warm and enticing. Separated only by a layer of satin, I start to slowly move, rubbing the satin over you with my body, letting it’s texture tease and tantalise those most sensitive areas, until we are both so wet that the satin no longer moves.
Unable to bear the distance and damp satin, I lift up and you gently slide them down over my hips, running your hands back up between my legs, feeling the small hardness, feeling how much I want you close to me. Moving slowly, I spread myself, so that we are touching, your hardness rubbing against mine, slipping softly with the slippery moisture of our joint excitement. You reach your hand down, moving yourself against me, fast, the way you touch yourself when I watch. Then I feel it, that incredible surge of intensity, I know it’s going to hit soon if you don’t stop, and you don’t stop, I hear you breathing faster, then just as the waves hit, just as I start to come, I feel you explode against me, feel the movement and the warm liquid hit that sensitive hardness. I gently roll to one side and lay my head on your chest, enjoying the closeness.
© Simon Maynard 10/7/2005
Hopefully cross posted to gendererotica