Sex and seduction - Part I
Eroticism and Seduction - Part I
A short story by Erotic Writer
My name is Ricky, and the story that I'm going to tell you happened with me some time ago in great Curitiba. It's a long one but fun guaranteed. I had many experiences afterwards, and even today I am totally open for novelties, but this one will surely never leave my memory. Loud and pleasant mistake was mine at the time in thinking that the various unusual adventures which I had already gone through were practically all I could have explored in terms of sexuality and pleasure. The story is not short, the richness of detail total and enjoyment will be prolonged and guaranteed.
It was 2001 and I was 25 years old. This was a very interesting time because the Internet had just left strictly scientific and academic environments in Brazil to spread, little by little, among private people. In them, a woman with the strange nickname "marshal_NY/25" came up to talk to me. At first I was very surprised by this nick and even more so when she described herself to me as being a wonderful white-skinned lady who had black hair straight down to her midsection, about 170 cm tall and weighing 56 kilograms in well balanced proportions... wearing only a little black thong with silver metal straps and an equally dark pair of gloves. Even though it seemed odd and unlikely, I continued on because she had such engaging conversation that made me enter into a mood of total excitement. Some time later, when I realized that we were already fully in the mood, I asked her if it was true to its description and she replied by asking me whether I doubted.
At this point the conversation changed direction and some apprehension took hold of me. As I waited a little longer to respond, she insisted on whether my description that I had previously given her was really true (I'm 1.77, 73Kg, blue eyes, swimming...). When I said yes she approached me again saying that she was very excited about me and wanted to satisfy herself for real. I hesitated more excited than nervous realizing the spicy atmosphere forming but accepted it and tried to intimidate her by asking where she was. What was my surprise when she gave me her address and asked that I prepare to be there precisely at 7:00 p.m.
I also had the option of not believing in all that and maybe stopping living this experience, but I made just the opposite decision: went home, took a shower and left there. Ten minutes before 19 o'clock arrived at the small street she pointed to me. It was located in an isolated industrial neighborhood near a huge viaduct. There were only old buildings, mansions, warehouses and some sheds belonging to an old factory, long abandoned. I walked around for several minutes without being able to find the address. As it was winter and already getting dark, I became afraid of that place. And almost ready to give up, I approached one of the mansions, noticing a number on a wooden plaque hanging beside a thoroughly ravaged door. I agreed and there it was. Now only two options were left: quit or go ahead. Following my penis's advice, I chose the second option.
As the door was unlocked I went in, and as soon as it had finished squeaking I noticed that there was nothing but an abyss of silence and a rustic wooden staircase. I reached the first floor and when I managed to turn on the light found out that this was an abandoned warehouse with some boxes, staircases, rolled-up carpets and lots of dust. Since no one was around I continued upstairs towards the second floor. The stairs ended just at a closed door made from raw wood without paint. Putting my fear aside, I opened the door and walked inside. What I saw was unforgettable. It was a sort of attic. The walls were exposed brick, unplastered and darkened by time; on the right side there were three large windows in half-moon without curtains; the ceiling had no lining directly facing the tiles; from the timber hung metal chandeliers with lighted lamps; in one corner some old machinery pieces, in the center an enormous carpet next to a sofa, and in the other a computer desk. The atmosphere was warm and as I walked everything became even more exotic. I only met my goddess when I bent a wooden wall that was just ahead.
She was much more than I had described. Rarely have I met such a wonderful woman, alive and colourful in those outfits. She stared at me and waved her finger for me to come closer. I walked slowly and when I got about three metres away from her she signaled that I should stop. Threw her hair back, lifted up one arm slightly and with the other hand stroked her right breast whispering:
- You were a little late... but I can see it was worth the wait. She wore a little black thong, like dental floss, from which hung beautiful silver strings in the form of rings. At her feet she was wearing a high-heeled, slightly shiny black headdress. Her bundle stood out fully unbuckled and her breasts were firm, veritable works of sculpture. On each beak there was attached a metallic star, silvery, covering the auricles. Her dark hair was wet and her body looked as if it had just come out of a bath. Two large circular earrings, silver, hanging from her ears. In her hands she carried delicate gloves made of black leather. On his face a black veil was positioned so as to exactly cover his mouth and nose, leaving in view a beautiful pair of vividly shining dark eyes that dried me up without ceasing, tracking all my impressions.
She came slowly and insinuately towards me, stared at me for a few more moments and finally made her lips meet mine but without taking off the bandage still ordering that I not move. In sequence she unbuttoned my shirt while passing her hands glued on my neck, arms and legs. Little by little my apprehension passed away and hardness took over again. She kept unzipping my belt and the zipper of my trousers, causing a totally hot hard member to jump into her hands which she gently stroked with her hands, then again standing up asking me to take off his mask and gloves.
As soon as I could admire that beautiful face and those fleshy lips parted, my only reaction was to kiss her intensely while with his hands he ran all over her body feeling the freshness of this skin and the delight of these perfect curves. She did not restrain herself and began to groan softly, especially when I put one hand underneath that exotic little tango reaching for a moist shaved toy.
Without her mask or gloves, she began to kiss my neck and chest and stomach while with her feet pushing my trousers down onto the floor. When those delicate little fingertips started caressing my penis I had to restrain myself from making fun of it right then and there. The best part was when she knelt in front of me and started passing her hard and skillful tongue through him first lightly, then varying its intensity and movements. As soon as I got close enough to make a mockery, with incredible dexterity she made the moves softer by repeating this several times over. No longer able to withstand the excitement, I stepped forward by pulling her hair away in my hands and kissed her ears, neck, back of the head... She then removed the two metallic stars that covered the beaks from her breasts and led my mouth towards them while continuing to caress my penis with her hands. The moment she realized I couldn't hold out any more without making fun, she laid me down on the mat and made me kneel for her, punching and licking my penis which bursting into erection ejaculated profusely wetting deliciously both of her very hard, pointy boobs. I stayed there a little longer in that position, while she masturbates with her left hand and dips her fingers into the liquids which moistened her scarf. And then drives them against mine on her body.
I stood there for a few moments, gazing more at this wonderful woman who was soaked with my fluids. Perceiving my enthusiasm she smiled maliciously and pointed to a nearby chest of drawers asking me to bring out the object in it; when I opened the drawer I understood what they were: wrapped in gray handkerchiefs, a pair of cuffs - two beautiful silver-colored bracelets held together by an identical chain of rings. She took the object, stood up and led me by the hand to just beyond where there was a kind of grille that went up to the ceiling separating the environments. She leaned against the frame, facing towards me, crossed her legs and cleverly threw her arms behind her head, asking for me to tie her in chains there next to the grid. "When you untie me", she said with an evil smile, "you can do whatever you want with me but before then I'd like to test all your skills".
I began with a wet kiss on that lovely mouth, then lowered my tongue down her neck to the outline of her breasts and auricles which I nibbled lightly... as my hands groped at her little bundle and all-soiled trunk. With my fingers behind the little thong she was still wearing, I uncovered its lock and buttoned it off, tearing away that piece with only her mouth as she twisted her legs against my body. That woman's petticoat was worthy of a true goddess: an unshaven freckle in exactly sinful proportions. It smelled wonderful, wild and fresh, so I did not hesitate to suck on it with undisguised taste and pleasure. When she was almost mocking and begging for more, I punished her with his own method: he slowed down the movements and began to explore its little bundle snatched by mouth and hands, walking my thumb lightly on your arse. Soon afterwards came back into the girl's body, pushed off their contours with my tongue and put his swollen horny cricket between my lips in a circular motion until it could not resist anymore and started groaning desperately. The scene was heavenly: both arms clutching at the grid twisting and having an orgasm repeatedly one after another. When I was satisfied, I licked her breasts again and stayed for a few more minutes caressing her little doll with my fingers.
Her bright, horny eyes again dried me out. I wanted to untie her but she stopped me. Staring at my hard-on penis, leaned more firmly against the grille and groaned as she spread her legs open offering me her soaked little mouthpiece. Without thinking twice, in an instant I invaded that delicious body. As she clenched her teeth into my neck trying to resist pleasure, I coaxed, penetrated and felt all over her body, seeking to intensify to its fullest extent the uncontrollable desire which took care of us. She squeezed my penis with her vagina so masterfully that in moments I mocked intensely, kissing her mouth, pushing her body against the grill and holding both of her arms clasped by my hands.
Only then did she allow me to untie her. She came over, hugged and kissed me again. This time a gentle long-lasting kiss. As I had made fun of her intensely and repeatedly, she muttered that I deserved something more and led me up onto the couch where she laid on my back and gave me a delicious massage. Then I turned around letting her hands concentrate once again upon my penis which was then sucked and licked as she stroked my chest with her hands. The softness of that tongue and those lips on my member, after I had mocked it twice, caused me an indescribable sensation of pleasure. Then she came and climbed over me, riding pleasantly and alternating her movements: now she threw her arms and hair backwards, stirring the clitoris with one of her little fingers, then pushed my penis deeper into her pinky, leaning forward, kissing my mouth and staring at my eyes. Soon we were having fun again, this time together, bent over me without any space between our bodies.
After that day my life went back to normal. At some moments I even doubted the veracity of my own story, and at others I wondered if it had been a dream or not. Months later I met her again, and only then did I understand why all this happened, understood the meaning of that almost abandoned place and that woman marvelously exciting and exotic as well as the reason for those pleasures which were never repeated. These explanations are part of the sequence of this tale, which I published on this page (Erotism and Seduction, Part II). If any woman would like to exchange ideas or receive other stories, just write me.
Curitiba, in the year 2001
♪ I'm the one you love, baby ♪
A short story by Erotic Writer
My name is Ricky, and the story that I'm going to tell you happened with me some time ago in great Curitiba. It's a long one but fun guaranteed. I had many experiences afterwards, and even today I am totally open for novelties, but this one will surely never leave my memory. Loud and pleasant mistake was mine at the time in thinking that the various unusual adventures which I had already gone through were practically all I could have explored in terms of sexuality and pleasure. The story is not short, the richness of detail total and enjoyment will be prolonged and guaranteed.
It was 2001 and I was 25 years old. This was a very interesting time because the Internet had just left strictly scientific and academic environments in Brazil to spread, little by little, among private people. In them, a woman with the strange nickname "marshal_NY/25" came up to talk to me. At first I was very surprised by this nick and even more so when she described herself to me as being a wonderful white-skinned lady who had black hair straight down to her midsection, about 170 cm tall and weighing 56 kilograms in well balanced proportions... wearing only a little black thong with silver metal straps and an equally dark pair of gloves. Even though it seemed odd and unlikely, I continued on because she had such engaging conversation that made me enter into a mood of total excitement. Some time later, when I realized that we were already fully in the mood, I asked her if it was true to its description and she replied by asking me whether I doubted.
At this point the conversation changed direction and some apprehension took hold of me. As I waited a little longer to respond, she insisted on whether my description that I had previously given her was really true (I'm 1.77, 73Kg, blue eyes, swimming...). When I said yes she approached me again saying that she was very excited about me and wanted to satisfy herself for real. I hesitated more excited than nervous realizing the spicy atmosphere forming but accepted it and tried to intimidate her by asking where she was. What was my surprise when she gave me her address and asked that I prepare to be there precisely at 7:00 p.m.
I also had the option of not believing in all that and maybe stopping living this experience, but I made just the opposite decision: went home, took a shower and left there. Ten minutes before 19 o'clock arrived at the small street she pointed to me. It was located in an isolated industrial neighborhood near a huge viaduct. There were only old buildings, mansions, warehouses and some sheds belonging to an old factory, long abandoned. I walked around for several minutes without being able to find the address. As it was winter and already getting dark, I became afraid of that place. And almost ready to give up, I approached one of the mansions, noticing a number on a wooden plaque hanging beside a thoroughly ravaged door. I agreed and there it was. Now only two options were left: quit or go ahead. Following my penis's advice, I chose the second option.
As the door was unlocked I went in, and as soon as it had finished squeaking I noticed that there was nothing but an abyss of silence and a rustic wooden staircase. I reached the first floor and when I managed to turn on the light found out that this was an abandoned warehouse with some boxes, staircases, rolled-up carpets and lots of dust. Since no one was around I continued upstairs towards the second floor. The stairs ended just at a closed door made from raw wood without paint. Putting my fear aside, I opened the door and walked inside. What I saw was unforgettable. It was a sort of attic. The walls were exposed brick, unplastered and darkened by time; on the right side there were three large windows in half-moon without curtains; the ceiling had no lining directly facing the tiles; from the timber hung metal chandeliers with lighted lamps; in one corner some old machinery pieces, in the center an enormous carpet next to a sofa, and in the other a computer desk. The atmosphere was warm and as I walked everything became even more exotic. I only met my goddess when I bent a wooden wall that was just ahead.
She was much more than I had described. Rarely have I met such a wonderful woman, alive and colourful in those outfits. She stared at me and waved her finger for me to come closer. I walked slowly and when I got about three metres away from her she signaled that I should stop. Threw her hair back, lifted up one arm slightly and with the other hand stroked her right breast whispering:
- You were a little late... but I can see it was worth the wait. She wore a little black thong, like dental floss, from which hung beautiful silver strings in the form of rings. At her feet she was wearing a high-heeled, slightly shiny black headdress. Her bundle stood out fully unbuckled and her breasts were firm, veritable works of sculpture. On each beak there was attached a metallic star, silvery, covering the auricles. Her dark hair was wet and her body looked as if it had just come out of a bath. Two large circular earrings, silver, hanging from her ears. In her hands she carried delicate gloves made of black leather. On his face a black veil was positioned so as to exactly cover his mouth and nose, leaving in view a beautiful pair of vividly shining dark eyes that dried me up without ceasing, tracking all my impressions.
She came slowly and insinuately towards me, stared at me for a few more moments and finally made her lips meet mine but without taking off the bandage still ordering that I not move. In sequence she unbuttoned my shirt while passing her hands glued on my neck, arms and legs. Little by little my apprehension passed away and hardness took over again. She kept unzipping my belt and the zipper of my trousers, causing a totally hot hard member to jump into her hands which she gently stroked with her hands, then again standing up asking me to take off his mask and gloves.
As soon as I could admire that beautiful face and those fleshy lips parted, my only reaction was to kiss her intensely while with his hands he ran all over her body feeling the freshness of this skin and the delight of these perfect curves. She did not restrain herself and began to groan softly, especially when I put one hand underneath that exotic little tango reaching for a moist shaved toy.
Without her mask or gloves, she began to kiss my neck and chest and stomach while with her feet pushing my trousers down onto the floor. When those delicate little fingertips started caressing my penis I had to restrain myself from making fun of it right then and there. The best part was when she knelt in front of me and started passing her hard and skillful tongue through him first lightly, then varying its intensity and movements. As soon as I got close enough to make a mockery, with incredible dexterity she made the moves softer by repeating this several times over. No longer able to withstand the excitement, I stepped forward by pulling her hair away in my hands and kissed her ears, neck, back of the head... She then removed the two metallic stars that covered the beaks from her breasts and led my mouth towards them while continuing to caress my penis with her hands. The moment she realized I couldn't hold out any more without making fun, she laid me down on the mat and made me kneel for her, punching and licking my penis which bursting into erection ejaculated profusely wetting deliciously both of her very hard, pointy boobs. I stayed there a little longer in that position, while she masturbates with her left hand and dips her fingers into the liquids which moistened her scarf. And then drives them against mine on her body.
I stood there for a few moments, gazing more at this wonderful woman who was soaked with my fluids. Perceiving my enthusiasm she smiled maliciously and pointed to a nearby chest of drawers asking me to bring out the object in it; when I opened the drawer I understood what they were: wrapped in gray handkerchiefs, a pair of cuffs - two beautiful silver-colored bracelets held together by an identical chain of rings. She took the object, stood up and led me by the hand to just beyond where there was a kind of grille that went up to the ceiling separating the environments. She leaned against the frame, facing towards me, crossed her legs and cleverly threw her arms behind her head, asking for me to tie her in chains there next to the grid. "When you untie me", she said with an evil smile, "you can do whatever you want with me but before then I'd like to test all your skills".
I began with a wet kiss on that lovely mouth, then lowered my tongue down her neck to the outline of her breasts and auricles which I nibbled lightly... as my hands groped at her little bundle and all-soiled trunk. With my fingers behind the little thong she was still wearing, I uncovered its lock and buttoned it off, tearing away that piece with only her mouth as she twisted her legs against my body. That woman's petticoat was worthy of a true goddess: an unshaven freckle in exactly sinful proportions. It smelled wonderful, wild and fresh, so I did not hesitate to suck on it with undisguised taste and pleasure. When she was almost mocking and begging for more, I punished her with his own method: he slowed down the movements and began to explore its little bundle snatched by mouth and hands, walking my thumb lightly on your arse. Soon afterwards came back into the girl's body, pushed off their contours with my tongue and put his swollen horny cricket between my lips in a circular motion until it could not resist anymore and started groaning desperately. The scene was heavenly: both arms clutching at the grid twisting and having an orgasm repeatedly one after another. When I was satisfied, I licked her breasts again and stayed for a few more minutes caressing her little doll with my fingers.
Her bright, horny eyes again dried me out. I wanted to untie her but she stopped me. Staring at my hard-on penis, leaned more firmly against the grille and groaned as she spread her legs open offering me her soaked little mouthpiece. Without thinking twice, in an instant I invaded that delicious body. As she clenched her teeth into my neck trying to resist pleasure, I coaxed, penetrated and felt all over her body, seeking to intensify to its fullest extent the uncontrollable desire which took care of us. She squeezed my penis with her vagina so masterfully that in moments I mocked intensely, kissing her mouth, pushing her body against the grill and holding both of her arms clasped by my hands.
Only then did she allow me to untie her. She came over, hugged and kissed me again. This time a gentle long-lasting kiss. As I had made fun of her intensely and repeatedly, she muttered that I deserved something more and led me up onto the couch where she laid on my back and gave me a delicious massage. Then I turned around letting her hands concentrate once again upon my penis which was then sucked and licked as she stroked my chest with her hands. The softness of that tongue and those lips on my member, after I had mocked it twice, caused me an indescribable sensation of pleasure. Then she came and climbed over me, riding pleasantly and alternating her movements: now she threw her arms and hair backwards, stirring the clitoris with one of her little fingers, then pushed my penis deeper into her pinky, leaning forward, kissing my mouth and staring at my eyes. Soon we were having fun again, this time together, bent over me without any space between our bodies.
After that day my life went back to normal. At some moments I even doubted the veracity of my own story, and at others I wondered if it had been a dream or not. Months later I met her again, and only then did I understand why all this happened, understood the meaning of that almost abandoned place and that woman marvelously exciting and exotic as well as the reason for those pleasures which were never repeated. These explanations are part of the sequence of this tale, which I published on this page (Erotism and Seduction, Part II). If any woman would like to exchange ideas or receive other stories, just write me.
Curitiba, in the year 2001
♪ I'm the one you love, baby ♪
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