Free Sex Stories: Romantic Stories

Sweet, mostly real life stories of couples doing fun and naughty things

Be Ready to Come

The note was clear. I was to be naked, in bed, and hard when she got home.

The problem was I wasn’t sure when that would be. I got home early, picked up our room, lit some candles, and undressed, but I had somewhere between ten minutes and three hours to prepare myself. The naked part was easy, but keeping myself in a constant state of arousal was going to be more difficult.

I got hard quickly enough, and then I had to slow everything down. I played out long fantasies in my head, I squeezed my cock tightly, and I stayed on my back for an hour. Every sound made me jump and clench, and her occasional text message reminding me to be ready didn’t help. I came so close to coming on numerous occasions, but I was terrified that if I did I wouldn’t have enough time to recover.

It was nearly two hours later that she walked in the door. My eyes were closed, my right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, and the head was swollen red and purple. I was so close to coming I wanted to cry.

She stood next to me in silence before lifting up her dress. She straddled me in the candlelight, hovering just above me as her fingers moved between her thighs. Two fingers went inside her and two more circled her clit, but even when I lifted myself from the bed she held me still.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked after long minutes, her own breath now grown short.

“Yes,” I moaned as she pushed down around me. She reached down with both hands and covered my mouth and nose as my body began to shake. Her thighs were tight around me, and I couldn’t so much as move, even as I came within her. I struggled to breathe as my balls tightened, and she screamed out as she clenched her cunt around my pulsing cock.

When she finally let go I gasped for breath and pulled her lips to mine. I was still coming, but it was my whole body that exploded. I shook and bit my lip, and I continued to thrust up inside her as her own screams and release drenched my thighs.

“We have to do that again,” she said when our bodies finally gave us room to talk.

“Kill me,” I whispered.

Love is Many Things

Love is many things.

It’s my yes and her no, spoken with honest kindness on the tongue. It’s how she laughs when, with a hand between her legs, I whisper the wrong thing. Love is lying next to each other making ourselves come when we’re too tired for anything else, and it’s the morning sun in her hair that won’t let me fall back asleep. Love is silence and ease along with screams and struggle.

But don’t forget the sacrifice and the compromise they whisper and don’t forget the tearing and breaking that comes when longing is too hard to bear. Don’t forget the hard choices and the letting go. Don’t forget the agony of love in all its shapes and sizes.

But no one could forget all that, it’s simply not what we always choose to remember. Because in every moment of missing her touch there is love. In every moment of worry and doubt there is a connection to my heart that reminds me of the why. There is no grief without great love, and there is no longing without a wild togetherness.

Love is his smile that says my loneliness is allowed, and it’s her touch that says I can cry for hours and still be okay. It’s her kiss in the night that rescues me from a nightmare and his hand on my cheek that forces me to see the compassion in his eyes. Love is holding her trembling and holding her in joy. Her bravery and her risk surround me. Her lips on my chest calm me, and her want brings me instantly into the present.

At work, on the subway, alone in the dark, and surrounded by friends, love is the home I struggle to remember. It’s the warm fire and the cooling breeze. Love is the center of the storm that doesn’t shake when everything else begins to fall away.

Love is many things.

There’s Nothing

a young woman on her knees on a bed lifting up her skirt

Photo by Guy New York

“Show me what’s under your dress,” I said, as she lay down on my bed with a shy smile.

“There’s nothing,” she whispered, her knees touching even as she sat up on her elbows. Her cotton dress was pretty and old, and it sat on her thighs completely aware that it was in the way.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I said. “Show me.”

She bit her lip and reached one hand down to grab the frayed hem. Just hours earlier she had confessed that she would do anything, and as my requests grew more and more insistent her hesitation came with a quickening breath and a flushing of her cheeks.

I leaned in closer and grabbed one knee, pushing her legs open as I watched. She whimpered ever so slightly as she lifted the dress up, sliding it over her thighs until it finally rested on her belly.

“Open your legs,” I said, my voice no longer sounding like my own. This time she leaned back and closed her eyes, doing just what I told her. I slid a hand up one thigh and down the other, listening to her sigh as I quickly passed her over. When I kissed her stomach she moaned my name, and when my fingers touched her lips she nearly jumped off the bed.

Her pussy tasted like summer. She was coconut and salt water; she was hot sun and bare skin. I licked her and kissed her, my fingers pushing inside her as she lifted her hips off the bed and pulled me to her. My tongue found every inch of skin it could, and I tasted her until she was inside me.

By the time I moved up to her mouth, her hands were around me pulling me in. I tore her dress off her shoulders, aching to feel her skin against mine, and I kissed her hard as I thrust inside her. She screamed out as I worked my way in, and when she had taken all of me we paused and kissed until there were tears in our eyes.

We fucked slowly, all the energy of reaching this moment held tightly in. I held her hands, she clenched her thighs, and we nearly held our breaths as we moved within one another. When my fingers touched her chin they were firm and unshaking. When her hands touched my face they were strong and determined.

As our fucking moved in just one direction the tension built until both our bodies were springs ready to snap. I leaned up on my hands, watching the mechanics of our sex before kissing her once more and giving her her final task.

“Come for me,” I demanded, as I thrust all the way inside her. She reached a hand between our bodies, her fingers frantic against her skin, and we climbed the final peak together. We moaned and screamed and made faces that were full of nothing but need. When she finally shouted her release I was right behind her, my cock exploding within her as we kissed between ragged breaths. We came for hours and days. We came for months and for seconds. We came without end, and I stayed within her even when I collapsed against her wet skin and kissed her lips with tenderness once more.

“I knew there was something beneath this,” I whispered, toying with the cotton that still clung to her hips. “Something perfect.”

Home From College

(From the first chapter of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral)

Jane sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the bed with just one thing on my mind. She grinned again, and I put my hand on her leg, feeling her strong muscles through her skin-tight jeans as I leaned in closer.

“Your thigh trick won’t work on me,” she whispered, without making any effort to move my hand as it slid its way up her leg.

“Does it have to?” I asked.

“You’re impossible,” she said before I leaned in and kissed her. She tasted like smoke and curry, and everything about her was so damn familiar I almost couldn’t handle it. I pulled her closer to me, and she took a final drag off her cigarette before smothering it out as well. She wrapped her legs around me as we kissed, and I reached up under her shirt and undid her bra.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked

“Fuck me?”

A second later, her shirt was gone, and we were done talking. I kissed her familiar chin and then her familiar neck. Her familiar hands undid my jeans, and her familiar breasts crushed against my bare skin in a moment of joyful reunion. We tore at the rest of our clothes, kicking our jeans off onto the floor until we were entangled in each other’s naked bodies for the first time in over a year. I made my way down her body until her legs opened around my neck, and she cried out when my mouth found her.

“Oh fuck, I forgot how good you are at that.”

She was wet and delicious, and I ate her pussy until she finally pulled me back to a kiss and shoved a condom into my hand. My fingers replaced my tongue as we rolled over on the bed, and she thrust down against me as my mind slowly shut off. With her help, I got the condom on, and then she was on top of me, and everything else was gone. The drive vanished, college was a distant memory, and my break-up might never as well have happened. Jane’s pussy was the only thing in the world that mattered, and it wasn’t until I was close to coming that I realized there were tears in my eyes.

She bit my shoulder and pulled me to her as we fucked, and it was all I could do to hold off the inevitable. I moved my hands over her body until they slid down her back, not wanting to leave her behind. She knew as well as I did what I was about to do, and her whole body tightened. I pulled her onto me, looking up at her heaving breasts, and her eyes closed in ecstasy. She pushed down on me as I grabbed her ass in one hand, and when my finger found her tight hole, she screamed out. I worked it into her ass as we fucked, and she bit her lip so hard I thought she might bleed.

It only took a few minutes of me fingering her ass for her to start coming, and I was right behind her. I threw her onto her back, her body still trembling, and I pistoned in and out of her for all I was worth.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Make me come, Thomas. Do it.“

And then I was gone, exploding into the condom as she stared into my eyes and tightened her legs around me. I kissed her mouth between gasps, and my own ass tightened as I came over and over again. She brushed my hair from my face, and I kissed her chin as we stared into each other’s eyes. With a sigh, I touched her cheek before I reached down and squeezed the condom around the base and pulled out of her.

I got up and walked to the bathroom where I dropped the condom in the toilet and pulled a washcloth off the shelf. I ran some warm water, wet the rag, and made my way back to the bed. She had lit another cigarette, and I gently wiped the sweat from her body. She shook her head at me as I did it, but she didn’t stop me. I finally tossed the rag onto the floor, and she reached a hand out so I could take a drag off her smoke.

“I forgot that you know that thing about my ass,” she said.

“Jane, everyone knows that thing about your ass.”

“Fuck you.”

“I am so happy to be here,” I said, leaning back and staring at the smoke as it left my mouth. “And not just so I can sit here naked in bed after fucking your brains out. I just had to get the hell out of Indiana. I don’t know. I needed old friends again, you know? I needed some city and something other than politically correct wannabe lesbians arguing with me about semantics. Fuck, it’s good to see you again.”

“You so did not fuck my brains out. It was nice, but brains are still here. Why do I always say yes to you?”

I lit another cigarette, and she nestled in under my arm as we shared it. The wind through the window was warm, and our bodies were too. I kissed her hair, and she ran her fingers up my leg, both of us lost in our thoughts. My few minutes of blissful forgetting were gone though, and I was back to thinking full time no matter how hard I tried. But, it was fine. Everything was going to be okay. I was back in the city and Jane was naked and smoking; the world was as it should be…

A Rooftop Nooner

couple on rooftop

“Lunch sex?” read the text.

Fuck.  Do I have time?  Of course, I have time.


“Roof of your building?”

Shit, that’s a fantastic bad idea.  The roof is perfect, and there’s even some privacy, but I know everyone in this building by their first name.  Don’t think about her sucking my cock on the fire escape, I thought.  Don’t remember her lips, or how tight she feels in the afternoon.

“See you in fifteen,” I wrote.

I canceled one meeting, made up an excuse for an errand to run and stood in the hallway waiting.  When the elevator opened the first things I saw were her legs.  They were long and sexy and they went all the way up to the bluest dress I’ve seen all summer.  She smiled and didn’t stop as she walked passed me and opened the door to the roof.  She climbed down the fire escape, onto the hot black tar, and didn’t stop until she was against the wall near the back alley.  I followed her, looking over my shoulder as I did until we kissed against the warm stone of the building.

For a moment I expected her to kneel and take me into her mouth.  It was just what I had imagined all morning and I didn’t realize the new plan until she pushed me to my knees in front of her. The blue cotton beneath her dress was lighter in color but just as easy to move out of the way.  She was salty and strong and she grabbed my hair so tightly I nearly moaned.  She didn’t let me stay there for long, but it was long enough to drench my chin and fingers, and I knew I’d be smelling her for days.

When I finally fucked her it was actually tender.  We kissed slowly and I somewhat awkwardly pulled her leg around me as I thrust into her.  We constantly adjusted our angle and balance, but we got it right just enough to cause perfect friction.

“Come in me,” she whispered, as I got close.  “I want to feel you for the rest of the day.”

It didn’t take much more encouragement.  She kissed me fiercely and pulled me to her.  She pressed her hips against me until I was so deep inside her I nearly lost my balance, and she clenched around me until I couldn’t hold back.  She held me as I came and somehow we didn’t fall.

She left me on the roof so as not to make it obvious.  The elevator was gone by the time I walked back in and all seemed calm in my office.

“What happened to your pants?” Came a voice from the newest designer.  I looked down to see two black marks on my knees.

“I have absolutely no idea,” I said with a big smile.

The Fact That We’re Human

“Why is it that some days all I want is anal sex on a roof, and the next I just want to hold you and cry in your hair?”

“It’s probably something stupid, like the fact that you’re human.”

“That does seem like a ridiculous reason,” I said. We were lying on the grass in the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, and it was quiet and empty. Her dress had ridden up, and the white cotton she wore beneath it was stained with grass.

“I’m just glad that some days you want to fuck me in a park. On the lawn. With my clothes still on.”

“Well I’m just glad that you love me and kiss my nose when I’m sleeping. And don’t mind when I come in less than three minutes when we fuck in the park.”

She lay back and took my hand, holding it against her stomach. Her dress was soft, and I ignored the twig in her hair just as she did the leaf in my beard. My hand gently rose and fell on the swell of her breath, as all around us the lightning bugs slowly began to blink on as if just for us.

“Maybe later you can choke me and then we can take a bath,” she said, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

“I’d like that,” I said, sliding my hand up her body to her throat. I squeezed her playfully, just for a moment, and just hard enough for her to gasp and smile. “And then we’ll sleep and pretend the world is fine.”

“And then we’ll sleep,” she whispered, our hands once more intertwined as we lay back on the grass. “But first, let’s count the lights.”

“One, two, three…” we began together.

Directly to the Shower

nude young woman in outdoor shower

Piper in the Shower. Photo by Guy New York

We went directly from the sidewalk to the shower.

I didn’t even watch her undress as we fumbled with our clothes in her bathroom, but when the warm water finally penetrated our bodies I had my arms around her. The freckles on her shoulder made constellations that distracted me for a total of three seconds before I felt myself harden between the perfect cheeks of her ass.

She turned around and kissed me before I could say a thing.

“I’ve never seen you naked before,” she said when we finally took a breath. The truth was that we had fucked before, but never alone. We had fucked at parties and in bathrooms. We had fucked on the back patio of a certain bar and we had fucked in a taxi, but never once did we loose all our clothes.

We both stepped back and took each other in. My eyes moved over her soft curves and she giggled as the water splashed off my head and onto her chest. When we stepped forward again our hands reached out and we touched the parts we had ignored. I touched her hip and ran my fingers along her side to the small of her back.

She put both hands on my chest and then slid one to my shoulder and down my arm. Our eyes followed as we touched lightly, and after that, it was lips and kisses that found all the bends and curves that we never noticed in the dark. I kissed her neck and space between her breasts; I kissed her elbow and rubbed the back of her legs as I pulled her to me.

She ran her fingers over my hip bone and pressed hard against me to see what moved and what didn’t. It wasn’t until our mouths found one another again that our hands returned to the familiar. She was warm and wet as I slid fingers inside her and she guided me to her with all the ease that came with too many drunken nights.

I pushed her against the cold wall, and she screamed as I thrust into her. She tasted like soap and water and everything dripped down our bodies as we steadied ourselves.

“Can we keep the light on tonight?” she asked as I lifted her up and filled her again.

“We can leave it on all night if it means I get to kiss your stomach and scratch your thighs.”

Neither of us lasted long in the hot water, but it didn’t matter. It was the beginning of something we hadn’t done before and it felt wonderful. As I scrunched up my face and held her tightly I felt so content that I nearly laughed as I came. She kissed the water off my nose and clenched around me with a smile I could have seen in the dark.

An Endless Affair

I loved her when I was little and singing along to Dirty Dancing in my underwear.

I loved her a year later when she kissed me for the first time in her basement. Don’t tell my brothers she whispered as I kissed her again, our lips barely opening at all as we did the only thing we knew how. Later that night, just as my mother pulled up outside to take me home, we kissed again, and this time I tasted her tongue for just a fleeting moment.

I love her in tenth grade when her boyfriend passed out from too many wine coolers and we went skinny dipping. Naked in the warm water of his heated pool we kissed once more, this time our hands touching everything at once. Her nipples hardened instantly and she jerked me off quietly with one eye always on the door to the house. Her cunt was wet and so soft I barely knew what to do as I pushed fingers inside, listening to her moans against my ear.

I love her in college when I came home to visit and we fucked for the first time. She bit my lip and tore at my clothes wanting to show me everything she had learned. I spent almost an hour between her legs, licking her slick cunt and working fingers inside her until I heard her come for the first time. When we fucked it was frantic and quickly completed. I came inside her even though I had never once had unprotected sex before. She cried when I went back to school, and neither of even asked if the other was dating.

I loved her at her wedding, crying along with her parents in the corner. She danced with me once and whispered sweet words in my ear as I struggled not to grab her ass, her new husband glaring at me from across the room.

I loved her after the accident and after my divorce years later.

I loved her the fifth time we fucked, her children sleeping upstairs in a room that now felt too big for her. It was the first time we ever spent a night and we didn’t sleep for a minute, not wanting it to end. We kissed and we laughed, wondering how we let our lives play out the way they had.

I loved her when she moved across country and when she went back to school. I loved her when years passed without a phone call, and I loved her when we tried to kiss at her graduation and ended up laughing instead.

I loved her when we found ourselves in the same city, our lives still separate and just as unlikely to truly entwine as ever, and I loved her through every heartbreak that lead us there. When she got sick I went to her each evening at the hospital, and when I lost my job she sent me money without her boyfriend knowing.

I loved for as long as I can remember. But maybe it was never quite enough.

Erotica from Disgusting Beautiful Immoral


When I got up to piss a few hours later, I saw the redhead making out with a guy in the kitchen. I sat back down just as Spider and Rachel got up to go smoke on the fire escape, and it was just me and Kelly the face-sitter left.

I leaned back against the bed and she moved over next to me and stole a sip of my drink. The bartender was still making gin and tonics and they were absolutely delicious. It took me a few moments to realize she was staring at me, and I wondered what she was thinking. Her face didn’t tell me much, but I couldn’t look away. Finally, she leaned in and whispered:

“Did you really tie that girl up?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“And she struggled and kicked as you tore off her clothes?”

“Basically,” I said.

“And then you fucked her? You held her down, her hands tied above her head, and you fucked her. Did she stop fighting then?”

“Sometimes. I guess it depended on her mood,” I said. “I think it turned her on most to never stop fighting. She would swear at me and scratch as we fucked, and if I moved to untie her she would try to escape.”

She stared at me, but the look in her eyes was much clearer. Her short dress had ridden up as she tucked her knees under her arms, and I had to resist trying to confirm her status as a Vassar girl. She was shorter than Rachel by at least a foot, and her feet were smaller than I thought possible. I pictured her kneeling over my face as I opened my mouth between her legs, and in spite of all the drinking I had done, I found myself getting hard in my jeans.

“That is so fucking hot,” she said. Kelly was so close to me by then that we were touching, but neither of us moved a hand. She leaned her head down onto my shoulder for a brief moment before turning around and pulling a small blanket off the bed behind us. She covered both our legs, and I stared at her, unsure of what she was doing. Even when her hands vanished beneath the blanket I was still unsure of what was happening.

“Tell me more,” she whispered, her breathing faster and her voice deeper. “Tell me about fucking her all tied up. Tell me what you did to her.”

My hand brushed her bare leg, but rather than move it away she pressed against me. Her other foot was pulled up beneath her, but this one was almost on my lap, which meant that just beneath the blanket she was practically naked. She placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, still looking into my eyes, and I finally started talking.

“One time she told me to grab her in the hallway. She said she didn’t even want to know it was me when I pulled her into my room. I was scared someone would see us, but it didn’t matter at that point. I always did whatever she asked, and there was no way I was going to back out. I waited until she was almost at my door before I grabbed her.”

Kelly moved my hand further up her thigh until my fingers were just where she wanted them. I looked at her in surprise when she pressed my hand against her wet pussy, but she blushed again and closed her legs around me, holding me in place.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

“I threw her on the bed, and locked the door behind me, but she was up by the time I turned around. She screamed at me and asked me what the fuck I wanted with her, but I had her back on the bed a second later with my belt around her wrists. I tied it to the headboard and knelt over her, holding her legs still as I tore her shirt off. She struggled and tried to kick, but I pulled off her jeans, and then finally ripped her panties off with my bare hands.”

Kelly’s breathing grew faster and faster, and she was so wet I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to fuck her or kiss her, but I couldn’t stop. She moaned into my ear, but her entire body tensed up whenever I stopped for even a second.

“I was so fucking hard,” I whispered, my fingers moving in and out of her as she circled her clit with her own. “As soon as I saw her lying there naked on the bed, struggling and spitting, I was as hard as rock.”

“And then you fucked her?” She was right in my ear, her lips against my skin. “Then you just slid your big cock inside her even as she told you no, right? Please tell me that’s what you did. Please?”

I quickly moved her so she was between my legs with her back to me, and I opened her thighs again and brought my hand right back to her pussy. I pushed her hair away from her ear as I reached both arms around her, and opened her as widely as I could.

“I leaned down over her, my clothes still on, but my cock hard in my hand. I told her I was going to fuck her as I rubbed against the lips of her pussy, and she tried to bite me. I kissed her mouth, as I opened her legs wider–just like this–and then I finally did it. She screamed again, but she clenched around me all the same. And then I just fucked her as hard as I could. I slapped her face and slammed into her without stopping.”

“And she never stopped, right?” The small woman between my legs was breathing so quickly I thought she might pass out. My fingers were still inside her and she was drenching my hand and the carpet beneath us. She lifted her ass off the floor, pushing harder against me even as she leaned back and kissed the side of my face. “She didn’t stop, and you kept fucking her. You fucked her so hard, and…”

“And she kept trying to get away,” I said. “She fought until suddenly she was coming so much she couldn’t hide it any more. I didn’t stop as she shook around me, but I kissed her mouth and pulled her to me until I was as deep inside her as I could go.”

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she moaned, my fingers now a blur as she started to shake in my lap, clenching and bucking her hips as I wrapped my arms around her. “Tell me you came inside her. Tell me you came in her slutty, little cunt.”

“So much,” I said, my lips on her ear and neck. I pulled her to me, my cock hard against her back as she came. “I filled her over and over again, and I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

Kelly finally collapsed in my arms, her legs going slack and her shoulder slumping down against me. I was still throbbing, and it was all I could not to jerk myself off against her ass. It had been months since I wanted anyone that badly, but her breathing slowed down and she moved my hands to her legs as she returned to the world. She ran her fingers up and down my arm, and I continued to kiss her hair and hold her tightly.

Eventually, she turned just enough to look me in the eye. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and it was a long, slow kiss with just enough of her mouth for me to know she tasted divine.

“Thanks for the story,” she whispered. She folded the blanket, flattened her dress, and stood up. She stared at me for a moment longer, then walked out of the room and into the kitchen as I sat there alone, adjusting my hard on on through my tight jeans.

–An excerpt from my full length novel Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. 

The Stranger: an erotic short story

She likes to get fucked without seeing my face.

I’m happy to indulge her, because I enjoy fifteen minutes of sex followed by a drink. We’ve played out the same scene all over town, and it varies only in what she wears and what I drink when we’re done.  She waits for me somewhere. The where is up to me, but she waits and she knows if she’s late it won’t happen.

Last week she waited in a dressing room—the third from the right on the top floor.  When I walked in she was already breathing hard, and her hands were against the wall with her back to the door.  I locked it behind me and didn’t say a word as I lifted the back of her dress.  Her bare ass caught me by surprise and I smiled as I slid fingers across her skin.

She leaned forward at my touch and opened her thighs ever so slightly.  When I touched her she was already wet and she struggled to keep quiet.  I pushed two fingers inside her and wrapped my other hand around her slim neck.  I squeezed hardest each time my fingers entered her, and her moans were audible with each thrust.

She let out a sigh when I stepped back and I could see her body tense as she waited.  I paused for a moment and looked at her standing there with her head down and her eyes closed.  I wasn’t sure if she was pretending I was someone else or she was.  But it didn’t matter.

Seconds later I was inside her and I didn’t stop or slow down once.  I fucked her with just one purpose, and despite my lack of focus on her, she was coming almost as soon as I entered her.  I gripped her tightly and watched her body in the mirror.  She stood there bent over–her thighs open and her lips begging–and for a moment I was almost disgusted by the sight.  I refocused on what I was doing and minutes later I was coming as well.

I tried to be quick when I was done.  I didn’t bother with her dress, but I zipped up my pants, straightened my collar and unlocked the door in less than thirty seconds.  I didn’t bother to look back or close the door when I left.

Ten minutes later she walked into the bar on the first floor where I was drinking a gin and tonic.  Her hair was perfect and her dress look neatly pressed.  She kissed me on the cheek as she sat down next to me and I ordered her favorite.

“How was your afternoon?” she asked before taking a sip.

A Love Fetish

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman

“I have a bit of a love fetish.”

I took a sip of scotch and slipped my hand into hers between our bar stools.  She looked up at me with a smile, and I brushed her hair behind a perfect ear and kissed her on the cheek.

“How does it work?”

“It’s simple really.  You convince me you love me and I’ll come like a librarian on Henry Miller. Come home with me, kiss me softly, and tell me you’ll be there forever. “

“That’s it?” I asked.

“It helps if I know I won’t see you again.”

An hour later we were half way through a bottle of Sin Zin, and I had been trying to tell her for at least thirty minutes.  She asked me again what I wanted to say and I leaned in closely and finally whispered it in her ear. She was kissing me before I said “you” and I kissed her back without constraint.

I actually carried her to her bedroom and undressed her slowly marveling each time something dropped to the floor.  I kissed her neck and told her she was perfect.  I circled a nipple gently with my thumb until she moaned into my ear and asked me what I wanted.  I responded by pulling her body against mine and pressing myself between her thighs.

“Tell me something,” I whispered as I rubbed myself against her.  “Do you love me?  Do you really love me, because I can’t imagine being apart from you?”

“I just met you,” she said.

“And I feel like I’ve known you forever. You’re beautiful and brilliant, and you make me feel safer than I have in years.”

She just kissed me and pulled me close to her.  She screamed when I entered her and told me to go slowly.  I whispered I love you over and over again in her ear as I slowly moved inside of her.  I told her ridiculous things as we made love on her bed, and I honestly don’t remember half of them.  I would take her away and marry her.  We would raise children together in the south of France and nothing would come between us.

As she got close she stopped me and looked up into my eyes.  I stayed perfectly still, our bodies still connected, as I looked down into her eyes.  Finally she pulled me to her once against and told me she loved me too.  As the words came out of her mouth her body began to shake and tremble and she tightened around me over and over again.  She kissed me painfully hard and wrapped her arms tightly around me and wouldn’t let me go.

Hours later I asked her if I could see her again.

“Of course not. We’re already in love,” she replied.  “What else is left to do?”


Where We Could Fuck: Short Erotica

“Can you hold these?” she said, handing me her panties.

Without thinking, I folded them and put them in my inside jacket pocket. They were blue and they were wet. She smiled at me with a grin that I hadn’t seen in a week, and I quickly realized that our plans had changed. There would be no dessert. There would be no after dinner drink. Most importantly, there would be no time to wait until we were home.

Alley, park, taxi, roof. The list shot through my head as I tried to figure out where we could fuck on our way home. What was the closest, safest, and cleanest place I could lift up her skirt and work myself inside her without anyone catching us? Correction, without anyone stopping us.

On the street my hand found her ass through her thin dress while she rubbed me through my linen pants with a purr. Phone booth, doorway, staircase. Suddenly my list of acceptable places was changing faster than I could think. I felt like a drunk who didn’t mind pissing in the street. Hell, I felt like a drunk who didn’t even know there was a street.

I pushed her down four steps, around a corner, and into a somewhat darkened doorway just below street level. She managed to unzip me on the way down and I managed to lift her skirt. I turned her over the cold iron gate and I was inside her so quickly I had to cover her mouth. I pulled her to me with both hands, completely forgetting about the rest of the world, and her cunt was overwhelming. She was tight and warm, but more importantly I could feel her fucking heartbeat through my cock. I could feel her blood pulsing and her muscles tensing. Her lungs expanded, her toes clenched, and for the briefest moment there was no difference between us at all.

It was her cock and my breasts against the black metal. Our lips, our fingers, and our mouths tasted and touched as our one whole body shook with hope. When we came there was no air between us and no names to distinguish us. She groaned with my chords, and I held on with her hands as we exploded in light, cum, and love.

Back on the street the rest of the world didn’t appear to understand anything at all.

Must Love Nina Simone

There’s a crack in her wall that let’s in nothing but Nina Simone. The music comes through so quietly you can barely hear it, but it’s always the same. There’s no light, there’s no air, and there’s never any other sound. Nina sings nothing from any of the records I have and it’s never the same song.

The first time she had me over we lay on the floor next to the wall and drank three bottles of wine without ever getting up. The songs just kept coming and so we kept on drinking. We fell asleep as we listened and when we finally woke up the next day she was still singing.

The first time we made love was on a blanket in the corner. The music was so faint that we had to keep completely quiet in order to hear it. I was so sure that she would leave if I ruined the songs that I didn’t make a sound. Our bodies didn’t slap and we didn’t call out each other’s names. We didn’t sigh, moan, or scream and we moved so slowly our bodies were as silent as our voices.

I don’t think either of us really paid attention to the other. It wasn’t out of disregard or even worry of ruining the moment. It was just that it seemed unnecessary. We closed our eyes, entangled our bodies, and let the music guide us in our slow and quiet game until we both forgot where we were.

I can’t tell you if she came, or even if I did. I can’t tell you how it started or ended, but for three weeks we made love in that corner without making a sound. We made love for hours at a time, and while I thought I was falling in love I think I may simply have been in the way. She grew quieter day by day and even at dinner she was silent as if she was hoping to hear a sound. When she kissed me it was so slowly that it almost didn’t feel like a kiss at all.

I didn’t know she left until I saw the craigslist ad. I was looking at apartments when it jumped out at me.

“One bedroom apartment in the East Village. Warm, quiet, and well kept. Must love Nina Simone.”


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