Hello all, I write under the name Jack Walker - as is my username.
I write mainly erotica, but i have also done one Thriller/Zombie story....
If you want to have a look at an example of one of my stories, I will add an excerpt here - This is a Short piece I wrote a long while back, have a read and let me know what you think. Then I can add my links.
The Lovers
She sat still, waited for his hand to reach out. Slowly he stood, walked over to her, and placed a hand on her leg. He spread her legs apart, slowly moving the hand down her inner thigh. She sighed, her breathing got shorter, her hands stayed put however. She wanted to move them, but they stayed still. She sighed as he approached her sex slowly, the fingers trailing down her leg. The stocking was held up by the elastic, as he reached it he pulled on it slowly. She sighed deeply, enjoying the sight. His hand trailed back towards her sex, wanting to spread it open, have his fingers inside her.
Her eyes closed, her head tilted back, feeling her pulse starting to pound in her ears. Her control was strong but she so desperately wanted to hold him. The soft touch of him was exhilarating, enticing and just.. just.. where?
Her face started to hitch, she felt her breathing change yet again, still not raising her arms.
He shifted her legs apart a bit further, then knelt in front of her. Filmy underwear covered her smooth labia, showing enough, but teasingly hiding the rest. Her breasts were still firm and nicely round, the nipples sitting proud. Her skin a soft, light mocha colour, she was Irish-Spanish. Her Light russet hair was loose tonight, just the way he liked it. He would often just play with her hair, softly combing it with his fingers.
He reached for the scissors, then delicately cut the underwear away, lifting her slightly to get all of the material away from underneath her. Then he proceeded to stroke the hard nipples of her lush breasts. The nipples standing out, small buttons of dark chocolate.
Through the material he stroked them, teasing them, he finally leaned in and kissed each one in turn. His tongue circled the nipples, licked softly, then he proceeded to cut away the material. She loved the delicate way he handled the scissors, not hurting or pinching, being gentle until he needed to be rough.
He looked into her eyes, those large grey-green eyes, so passionate and haunted. He needed her, but he restrained himself, wanting to build up the pleasure a lot more. He reached down to her hips, pulled her carefully forward, then kneeled again. He was a supplicant, he adored her smooth, naked sex and wanted to pleasure her before he took pleasure. She watched, as he knelt, then nodded as he prepared to lave her with his tongue. The soft lips always tasted delicious, slightly musky. He gently kissed her, then slowly licked the soft mound, then moved his tongue to her clitoris. There he danced the tip of his tongue along the button, teasing and flicking gently. She moaned, the soft licks firing her nerve endings. She wanted to thrust her hips, but he held her still, balancing her on the edge. His tongue continued to dance, tease and flick. Then he nipped her clitoris gently, then licked her pussy all along the length. The shudder that passed through her body was electric. He smiled inwardly. He thrust his tongue deep inside her, then released her as she moaned and cried out again. He continued this until she came, hard, in his mouth. Her nipples were hard, her chest heaving, her lips trembling.
He stood and kissed her then, holding her hand softly onto his bulged trousers. She felt the pulsing cock, and wanted desperately to feel him inside her again. However, he was not finished yet. His hand moved between her legs again as he pushed his fingers gently inside her, filling her, stroking her. His thumb rested on the clitoris, the fingers slowly thrusting in and out, making her even wetter than before. Her body felt like it was starting to bubble, the blood hissing through her veins. Her body reached her zenith, she flew over the cliff and felt the fingers get flooded with her come. She gasped at the intensity of it again.
He lifted her up out of the wheelchair, her naked broken body still passionate and responsive to his touches. He still loved his wife with an intensity that he could never forget. Her broken quadriplegic body was still glorious and ripe. The doctor had said that the sexual stimulus might enable her to regain some feeling. This was their playtime, he loved her so much, often he wept as he looked at her broken body, but yet he still felt the arousal course through him. He laid her softly down on the bed, then he made love to her, slowly and carefully, like all the other times. His body still healthy and strong, they still loved each other. She cried afterward, not tears of sorrow, but of joy. Her Husband, her lover.
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