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queenbee
01-04-2009, 09:55 PM
So, this is my first time attempting erotica, so please, be gentle! I wanted it to be short, and to the point to practice my hand at writing it, since I have lots of experience with ordinary, boring story-telling. I hope this is in the right category. If not, let me know. Constructive critisicm and tips are really welcome. Thanks!

Erotica Short Story #1
Through The Curtain
By QueenBee

She heard the lawnmower long before she smelt the aroma of freshly cut grass that wafted over to her through a gap in the orange curtain. She stood by the kitchen sink finishing the last of the lunch dishes when the smell startled her. She knew what the loud, dominating sound meant, but she almost always forgot the odor that freshly killed grass emitted. Surprisingly, despite how morbid her thoughts were, she enjoyed the scent. It fueled her, energized her to turn the water off and wipe her hands on a green dish rag as she sprinted towards the source of pollution. As she neared the couch that sat pressed up against the window, she discarded the small towel on the carpeted floor. With a single leap, she landed on her knees, crushing the couch cushion beneath her as she adjusted herself to peek out the small space between the curtains.

It was a weekly game she played, to catch a glimpse at the man in the back yard that killed the grass, that murdered and ravaged the innocents in nothing but a pair of shorts and shoes on, exposing his fit body to the sun. He tanned nicely, coloring his skin a deep bronze color. He was her bronze God of death; his dog-although lacking two more heads- following his trail happily, wagging its tail. They paused every few minutes to observe their kills with satisfaction, admiring their handiwork before the man would put his large, sun-kissed hands back on the mower, and continue. Sweat covered his body, his torso glimmering in the salty liquid, drawing her attention from his handsome face down his defined chest, chiseled abs, and finally, to the front of his shorts. Her gaze rested there as long as possible until he suddenly turned from her, and she got to observe his backside while he moved further away. On his bare back, she could just barely make out thin scratch marks starting at his spine, and moving outwards. She smiled, imagining just who could have made those.

When he was finished the next row, he turned back towards her. He had a large smile on his face, lighting up his features, his eyes gleaming. She couldn't help but smile and let out a soft content moan as she cupped her pert breasts with her hands, kneading and rubbing them. She turned her body and leaned back against the couch while closing her eyes, and continued to massage herself, feeling her nipples begin to harden through the fabrics of her bra and shirt while she thought of the man mowing the lawn. When the image began to fade, she slowly returned her eye to the crack and felt a rush wash over her; he was mere feet from the window. She could clearly see his features, and imagined his thin lips massaging hers, gently caressing her tongue with his, breaking the kiss to work his way down her neck, paying particular attention to the sensitive spot under her jaw. She moaned as she could almost feel one of his hands lightly tugging her head back hungrily kissing and licking her neck, and then her lips before returning to her shoulder. She anticipated the return to her lips, but she inhaled sharply and arched her back as his mouth found an erect nipple, flicking it with his warm tongue through her top, sending jolts of pleasure to further dampen her panties.

She needed to feel it on the bare flesh of her chest, that talented, wonderful tongue that moved over to give attention to her other breast, his spare hand moving up under her shirt to play with the one he left lonely. She wasn't sure which was better; his nimble fingers gently gripping and twisting, or his gentle tongue probing and teasing. A moan exploded out of her lungs as he nibbled her nipple suddenly, her head leaning back against the couch. She let a hand snake its way down between them, allowing it to rest on the front of his shorts. Gently, she mimicked his rubbing motions, not pressing too hard at first but gradually applying pressure. Soon, he was moaning into her chest, kissing and licking feverishly while his erection grew. They urged the other on, and she slipped her hand beneath his shorts and boxers to grip him in her hand. Once she had him, however, he didn't allow her the privilege for long- he stopped her to remove her clothes, and in turn, to remove his. Both naked, they stretched out on the couch with him on top, and he returned to her breasts, his hands running up her sides.

She ran her hands through his smooth hair still damp from sweat. She could feel his erection pressed against the inside of her thigh, just inches away from feeling her moistness. His mouth returned to kiss hers while he gently eased her thighs open with his knee, spreading her delicately, exposing her entirely to his body. She hung one leg over the back of the couch, the other wrapping around his waist while her arms hugged him close, her hands running up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex as he eased himself up onto his arms to gaze lovingly into her eyes while grinding his hips into hers, letting his hardness tease and entice. She groaned in response, and rocked her lower body, trying to get him to enter her, but every time she felt she succeeded- he pulled back and kissed her harder. She attempted again, and he didn't move. He watched her as she tried to squirm under him, but he wasn't letting her have it; he kept just out of her reach. Finally, when she seemed ready to cry, he kissed her softly, and entered her in one quick stroke.

She gasped in surprise, but that gasp turned to a loud moan at the feeling of being completely filled. Without missing a beat, he withdrew until only the tip remained, and plunged back in. Her orgasm had been building slowly, but as he drove in and out of her gaining speed, it began to grow faster and faster as they moved together, clutching and kissing, moaning and screaming, the couch squeaking and sliding from the force of his strokes. Her nails dug deep into his flesh as she felt it coming- the familiar tingling that began in her loins but crept down to her toes, and then rocketed up to her head. In mere seconds, she was screaming his name and moaning as she clamped down on him, her orgasm surging through her without mercy, her body tensing, toes curling. He responded to her climax, and feeling the new tightness around his shaft, he erupted within her, filling her with his seed until spent, and collapsed on top of her, both panting. She had a huge, content smile on her face as she slowly floated back to reality, her body relaxing as he caressed her face, and kissed her tenderly.

The lawn mower stalled and sputtered, bringing her back from her day dream. She looked around the room, startled for a moment until she realized she was laying on the couch, a hand down her pants with two fingers slipped up inside her, one up her shirt, still clutching her breast. The mower was shut off, and the dog barked a few times. She quickly removed her hands and fixed her clothes as the back door opened, and he walked in. He called her name, and almost walked by her but caught sight of her messy hair and flushed cheeks, and smiled his dazzling, heart-warming smile. The dog made it difficult for him to reach her, but when he did, he knelt on the couch in front of her and shook his head, taking her hand that had been in her pants and placing her index and middle finger in his mouth, licking and sucking gently. She felt something stir within as he lovingly tasted her. He removed her fingers from his mouth and said, “Again?” She nodded with a devilish grin on her lips.

“We do this every Sunday,” he laughed as she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down, ready to fulfill her weekly fantasy.

April
01-05-2009, 12:43 AM
Glad you decided to post your story. It was a great hot little read.

Hope there is more to cum.

Scorpio8
01-05-2009, 03:26 AM
It was well written and I like the attention to detail and
how it's related by the main character.

Incorporating details even down to the green dish rag helps
the reader to visualize all the better and put them into the
perspective of the character or characters within.

It was smooth reading and the format made it all the more
enjoyable as it wasn't a huge wall of words as too often you'll
run across.

The more you write, the more you'll develop your own comfort
level and decide how far and how much more you might want to
take things in future stories.

Brigit Astar
01-05-2009, 09:51 AM
well-done

sweeny420
01-21-2009, 06:07 PM
nice story