'Excuse me! Oi! You in the Lycra and bobble hat! Yes, you! Fancy a shag?'
Sounds easy, doesn't it? I'm fit enough, pretty enough, lean yet curvy enough, to hook him, to reel him in and fuck him (sorry, my base needs overcame the need to complete the fishy metaphor - but the rhyme just about justifies it).
I'm going to do it. Today. He should be here in ten minutes or so. A quick shower, a quick shave of the legs and other bits, and I'm ready. No need for clothes. Or maybe my favourite crimson bra and knickers, so the colour grabs his eyes as the dressing gown falls just open enough. I'll let you know what I decided and how it goes. Meanwhile, a snippet of my book, in which a woman takes command and does exactly what I'm about to do... wish me luck!
Inversion 1
Beginnings
Excerpt #14
In seconds she was naked and so was I. We each took a single step forwards and our bare bodies touched. Tits pressed to my chest and her knee edged between my thighs. It felt so wrong and yet it was a blissful necessity. Her flesh was deliciously warm and smooth. Soft strong hands were all over me. Wasting no time, she closed her fist tightly around my cock and pulled back violently, bending the stiff shaft and obscenely baring the head. Long nails dug into my flesh. I winced with pain, but it was a pain I needed. A pain I somehow deserved. I reciprocated by pinching and twisting her nipples. They were large, in total contrast to her small breasts, and their darkness stood out against her pale skin like cherries on iced cakes. I bit her there, sucked them like a starving child until she cried out and pushed my head away.
The growl in my ear carried a crude ferocity I could scarcely believe.
‘Fuck my ass. I want it up there. Fuck me hard, so it hurts. I want you to hurt me.’
Her teeth teased my neck, nipped my chest, then bit the taut muscles of my belly, while her nails scraped down my back and clawed at my buttocks. Sinking her tight arse into the edge of the bed, she stroked my shaft and slurped on my balls, then took me so far down her throat I thought she would choke. As I fucked her mouth, my hands worked her firm tits. She parted her thighs and I craned my neck to watch her right hand dip between them and spread her dripping juices across her smooth shaven skin. I stared in awe as she peeled open her whorled lips and began feverishly finger fucking herself. She reached back between her buttocks and smeared her slippery fingers across her anus. The anticipation almost swept me over the edge.
'Oh, fuck... stop... stop!'
She spat out my cock and snarled.
‘Do me! Now! I’m ready.’
She turned over, knelt on the edge of the bed, pulled open her cheeks and offered herself to me. Her arse was slick with her lubrication. Beneath the dark puckered hole, her pink gash glistened. It was incredibly inviting, but her arsehole was unequivocally where my cock belonged; anal sex never felt so right, not before nor since.
I spat into my palm, smeared it onto my shiny tip, and pressed it against her anus. With a grunt, she pushed back onto me. My shaft flexed then the head opened her, stretched her, and eagerly slid inside. The pillow muffled her long, low moan as I grasped her slender hips and inched into her bowels. When my full length was buried inside her, I rested my body against her buttocks and stroked her arched spine. A shiver ran through her and she whimpered. The pleasure burned so intensely, I almost came, had to clench my pelvic muscles to prevent premature flow. My knees shook and breaths were quick and shallow.
‘Spank me!’
The words were hurled like rocks over her shoulder.
'Erica, I...'
'Spank me!' She was insistent. My palm cracked against her taut flesh. ‘Harder!' The next blow forced expletives though her clenched teeth. 'Fuck! You cunt!' She snatched several rasping lungfuls of air. 'Fucking harder!’
Each blow left a fresh mark till her cheeks glowed deep red and my hand stung. It shames me now to say it, but I knew she was crying. Every blow and every thrust was hurting her. Hurting me too. Despite that, it was cathartic and I couldn’t stop. Nor did she want me to. We had shared an unbearable sorrow, now we joined in a torturous and debased frenzy, baring our souls, abusing our bodies, emptying our minds. Cleansing ourselves with the fires of hell.
Inversion 1, a sexy sci-fi novel, will be published soon.
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