My latest on Conceited Crusade. May not be for everyone. It’s pretty tame, though. I haven’t really indulged in erotic writing in awhile. It might start sneaking up again now that I’m not likely to be having sex…
The door opened and the wind blew in the devil.
Who knew Lucifer had chocolate brown eyes and a chock-full of dark hair.
He saw me and smiled.
Boyish smiles are kryptonite.
I sat, nursing a virgin drink at the bar.
Alcohol is an acquired taste I never developed.
We had only talked and texted before this.
At first contact, he tapped into Lady Lust perfectly.
Still, I tried to resist it.
It only fueled the fire.
He spoke my language.
Had the key to Pandora’s box.
I loved and hated him for it.
He sauntered up to me, with an air of careless self-assurance.
I watched him with flirty eyes and a smirk.
I knew it was game on.
We hugged, a formality when first meeting someone you’ve had explicitly naughty exchanges with.
“You smell intoxicating,” he said as he pulled away.
“Thank you,” I said. “It’s my perfume.” I started to name the brand, but he interrupted.
“That’s not the scent I’m talking about.”
I reddened and instinctively clenched my thighs.
“You are bad,” I said with a slightly embarrassed smile.
He bit his lip and said, “You like it.”
And that tongue.
He did this thing with both that made me cum hard when we had video sex.
Watching him bite his lip made me bite mine.
“You know that lip biting thing is sexy as fuck and turns me on.” he warned.
I giggled nervously.
“What doesn’t turn you on?” I asked playfully.
“Well, when you are around, nothing.”
I inhaled deeply.
“Look at you, smooth talker. I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He smiled again, slowly shook his head, and gave me a look which told me that it was not true.
And it probably wasn’t.
He was much younger than me and in our “talks”, he gushed about me like a little boy who had met his favorite porn star.
He leaned towards me and said in a low tone, “I’m going to fuck you so good that you will feel how much I’ve wanted you. I’ll start slow, just how you like it, then work up the pace until you’re screaming my name. No one will fuck you like I do.”
The look on his face said he was anything but playing.
I reminded myself to breathe and play cool.
I let out a chuckle and retorted, “Yeah, you’ve been talking all this big talk for awhile. You’re gonna to have to back it all up, ’cause I’ve heard it before.”
“Oh, I will back it up,” he said, accepting the challenge. “When I’m licking your pussy real good and watching you while I do it, then I slide my cock in and give it to you hard, you will moan out just how good I fuck you.”
He stood up and got close to me, his trousers brushing the side of my upper arm.
I felt the unmistakable bulge of a raging erection.
He bent to whisper into my ear, “You feel that?”
“That’s how bad you turn me on. Just knowing I was going to see you made me hard as fuck.”
He straightened up and said in a louder voice, extending his hand to me, “Are you ready to go?”
I looked at him; smiling, waiting, wanting.
I glanced at my drink, took a swig and moved to get up.
Then I hesitated.
*Relax, it’s fiction. But it is based on a real person. 😉
**Prompt is: Temptation