sweet_evil

Did any of you know that I am an excellent erotic story writer? Well, here is a taste of what I can do. For your enjoyment:

He slid his hand up her thigh. Her skin was both soft and warm, and just that slight touched caused a ripple of goosebumps to freckle her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as she arched her back and spread her legs ever so slightly. On her knees she was a vision of perfection, from the defined, pale line of her legs to the plump, velvet silhouette of her heart shaped bottom. Her skirt had inched up just enough to see the light pink of her cotton panties. Already stained darker from the fluids of her own excitement. His fingers grazed the insides of her thighs, like five feathers delicately exploring the treasures so wantingly displayed for him. His fingers itched to touch and taste the warm velvet hidden behind the light pink curtain of cotton. But he wanted to take this slow. Saver every delicious moment.
Sliding her jean skirt just high enough to rest on the round perfection of her hips, he took time to gaze at the magnificent shape before him. Strong legs, two soft plump orbs surrounding the soft crevice ever so slightly defined beneath the thin cotton of her underwear.
She moans and slowly slides her arms down in front of her, creating a perfect position for viewing her hidden jewel, as well as hinting at promises of pleasures sure to come.
Both his hands came to rest on the top of her round bottom, and sliding his thumbs down both sides of her cotton panties, he stopped right at the moist crevice and gently squeezes the flesh of her thighs in both strong hands.
Her gasp of pleasure is all the encouragement he needs to slip both thumbs beneath the pink veil and into the velvety most flesh behind. Both fingers sliding effortlessly along her delicate folds, her reaction was immediate. Her hips moving and grinding against his searching fingers. She wanted more, so much more.
In one quick movement he moved the cotton asside to expose the dripping scarlet flesh. She was perfection, delicate folds of flesh fading from a deep mauve to a vibrant blush glistening into the shadow beyond. He leaned in to smell her, to take her in, to know her every curve, sent, taste. There was nothing about her he didn't want to experience.
Her delicate musk was delightful, at just the feel of his breath on her swollen flesh she moaned once again, begging for him to fill her. Her words, her smell drove him to madness and he could resist no longer to taste her. He allowed just the tip of his tongue to graze her. To her it felt like a searing pleasure. The pink, most, swollen folds of her womanhood pulsing with the memory of just the brief taste.
Her taste was dusky, full, and delicious. He wanted more. He had to have more, and he lowered his mouth once more to her nectar. He closed his eyes, and used his tongue to see her anew, every fold, every mound of flesh, every burning valley, finally closing on the small bud that he knew could bring her to madness and beyond.
She moved her hips in time with his tongue. Her soft moans and quick gasps telling him more than words ever could. He was playing her like a virtuoso, and she was his most precious instrument. She began to feel the fire growing between her thighs. The tight pulsing of her womanhood, the growing heat between her velvety folds. Even for all her pleasure, she wanted more. She wanted to be filled. She wanted him to know her from the inside. And with a word, she drove him to madness,
"please."
Suckling her, playing the firm bud with his tongue, sliding his fingers deep inside of her, feeling her wetness drip down his palms, he wanted more. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer and with that one word he was hopeless to resist.
Positioning himself behind her, he gazed at the goddess trustingly layed out before him. Her most secret places exposed to him bravely and without shame. He loved her at that moment, for sharing herself so bravely with him.
And she loved him. His words emblazoned her flesh with praises, he made her feel more beautiful than she ever thought possible.
Burning, throbbing flesh sought the silken sheath of her skin. Just the feel of him, strong, hard, warm and velvet against her swollen glen caused a surge of pleasure through her. As he gazed down at the perfect heart of her pale bottom, she slowly pressed back against him, easing herself onto his burning member. Simultaneous groans escaped their throats as they luxuriated in the delicious pleasure of each others skin. Her flesh deliciously stretched to accommodate him and she began to move her hips, inviting him to join the titillating motion of pleasure.

I will leave it at that for now. Just a taste of what I can do. If you like it, let me know, maybe I will write more for y'all sometime.
Oh, and I literally sat down at the computer just now and made that up. I am actually wearing a jean skirt and pink panties, which is where I came up with the idea of what she would be wearing and I created that as I was sitting here. I am a spontaneous storyteller, so like I said, if you like that let me know. I will gladly write more. I am also very good at coming up with stories with characters others give me, so if for some reason you have some exotic beauty in your head you would like to hear a story about...let me know. This could be really fun!