This story is purely fictional and was co-written by my friend and co-author, Alex999
Lead in sentence: When one romance writer helps another cure a hopeless case of writer's block, you know its going to be erotic.
I'm Alex and my wife's name is Pearl. We both love to write erotic romance and, in fact, that is how we first met. From then on, even after we married, we continue to write stories to supplement our fantasies. We are now toying with the idea of sharing them with others.
"Do you really think we should publish this?" I ask you, our heads lay inches apart on separate pillows, our naked forms sprawl blissful and entangled. I stare in wonder into the flushed face of a natural beauty, totally woman, sedate and now, fully satisfied by her lover.
A naughty grin slowly spreads across your face. "Hmmm....let's do this," you say with an impish giggle.
With that, and a few simple clicks, our story is revealed for all the world to read. It all started a couple of hours ago...
Alex's Story
I'm lying across the pillow atop our bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of briefs with laptop across my thighs and back propped against no fewer than three pillows. Mind wandering as my fingers struggle to translate random imagery from my head into words on a screen. Then you enter from the ensuite.
Long dark hair flows over your shoulders falling gracefully down your back, nearly reaching the top of your ass. Your body scantily veiled in a black silk, the negligee tight around large breasts is draped loose along your body only hinting, at the curvy waist beneath.
"How's it going hon?" You ask, in that supportive sweet voice I love so much.
I have to admit, "I've got writer's block."
"Hmmm...Poor baby," you say, "Maybe I can help a bit," as you crawl seductively across our bed lifting the computer from off my lap to straddle my mid section. Positioning the laptop between us, I continue typing in earnest. "What are you trying to write about?"
"A man and a woman," I state rather flatly, which just about sums up my story so far.
"Well, that holds a lot of promise," you offer, giving me a wink, yet sensing I haven't really got a clear idea at all. Your hips etch a tiny one inch circumferential path around my lap, lightly pressing your bum against my briefs. In a sultry voice you add, "Sounds like you need some inspiration."
Neither my body, nor my mind are ignorant to the subliminal advance you slyly offer by moving those hips. Without a word, you wiggle your ass deliberately pressing the warm apex of your legs against my growing bulge. I share a knowing smile with you, my lover.
"I could," you continue, "be your muse." Tempting further with lowered eyes, you casually bite at that full bottom lip drawing attention without so much as lifting a finger. I have always marveled how you are able do that to me. You continue to move those hips in concentric turns, each a little tighter than the last, until I feel your entire body pulse through gathered fabric. "Let's see what we can do to unblock that mind of yours, shall we?"
I think to myself this is, gonna be good. This, is gonna be REAL good. Leaning forward to place my computer on the bedside table.
"No, no, no!" You stop me, then add, "you keep writing."
"What?" Not entirely understanding where you're going with such a suggestion.
You go on to tell me exactly what I'm to do. "I want you, to write everything you see, everything you feel, and everything we say!" With these instructions out of the way, and presumed clearly understood, a silly smile stretches wide across my lips. This is sooo gonna be over the top.
You stand up tall from my lap, your feet still on the bed, one on either side of me. Your hips start to sway from side-to-side while lifting the lower seam of your negligee, giving me a glimpse each time of what treasures lie beneath.
"Take that off Pearl!" I say, almost choking with smoldering conviction. I always love saying your name, "Pearl", so much symbolic meaning and truth.
"No dice. You write. You don't get to tell me anything this time," you say as that seam rises another inch or two until a slender sliver strip of sheer material is seen splitting its way up your secret treasure disappearing into the darkness between your legs.
My lips moisten instinctively, wishing you'd take one step closer for me to see all, taste all. Hope is dashed as you deliberately let that seam fall back around your mid-thigh and your fingers slide up your belly, tugging recklessly at the silk material making their way up your chest.
"Come on baby, you're killing me," I plead watching your hands curl under each fleshy mound lifting them one at a time with your palms. I can sense the weight of each Double D tit as you juggle them through its thin silk coverings. My mind ripens with visual images. Forbidden fruit. Each nipple hardens wantonly between slender fingers which form a perfect "V" around them.
"My, my, my," you say admiring of the strengthening pipe barely hidden beneath my briefs, "looks like someone's enjoying the moment." As much as I want to say something, I focus instead my attention on typing away at the computer, which is now sliding up my belly to make room for my growing stalk.
One of your hands slides up that shoulder to slowly move one spaghetti string aside before attending the other as both fall harmlessly down your arm. Your hand moves lower, pulling gruffly at the lacy seam, revealing rather full breasts. A palm hides first one nipple, then the other cupping them softly while forming a perfect "V"around each, then a "v", then an "l" as you squeeze. They become fully erect begging my attention.
An involuntary moan escapes that delectable mouth of yours. With eyes closed and skilled fingers, the splendor of your arousal builds until both have become twin wine colored buds. Hands fall to your side as fingers work their way slowly up between your legs kneading against the scant fabric of your panties, rubbing along the peak of your mound and pressing softly against that natural gorge.
Your fingers quicken their pace, letting yourself go totally in front of me. My nimble fingers struggle to keep up with events as they unfold without distraction. You pause a moment allowing your fingers to hook themselves around your panties. Bending from the waist, you tug at the band of your very moist undies before sliding them down the length of your smooth inner thigh. Placing one foot between my legs, close together so you can easily slip those panties from around your ankles. You toss them carelessly towards me.
Instinctively, I catch them mid air bringing them to my face breathing your essence to capture in that moment, what cannot be put into words. They smell of you, the soft musk of woman and her natural perfume. They taste of you. Your pussy, neither bitter, nor sweet, just creamy. It is, distinctly you.
Meanwhile you have taken the initiative and begin stripping me of my underwear. At last freeing this villainous snake as it stretches itself, appreciating the limitless space to grow. The head, a soft purple tip, reaches full length extending against the smooth vainer of my laptop.
"Don't stop typing," you growl as I can't help but admire you on all fours there in front of me.
Your head disappears behind the screen as your fingers wrap around my vertical shaft. An instant later, the warmth of your mouth swallows me whole as I groan my appreciation.
Seeing the back of your head reappear from above the screen your lips slowly lick up along my shaft. Yet relief is short lived as seconds later, again that hungry mouth takes hold of my cock all the way to the back of your throat. I begin to buck against your mouth to make you take me deeper and deeper. Shit! I can barely function as my mind forces my fingers to type properly.
From the corner of the screen, I watch you fall onto your belly and lay there between my legs, my own spread wide to accommodate. I can't see you, but I sure as hell can feel you. That tongue of yours licks its way up and down my shaft, tickling across my scrotum, before gently tugging on my balls. Much to my surprise, your mouth continues lower as your hands urge me to lift a little from off the bed. I gasp with shock when you kiss and tongue your way down to that delicate space between my ass and my cock. Oh gahhaa...is the only thing my fingers type as my brain shifts into automatic standby while your tongue wreaks havoc over a thousand very sensitive areas in this pervious territory.
Bending my knees, I lift myself a little higher off the bed, aiding your adulterous and very oral assault. Nerve endings skyrocket while sparks shoot up along my spine and into my brain, as your tongue works its way lower to my anus. One of your hands breaks away briefly, only to return abruptly as your fingers slowly penetrate my asshole, making its way to massage at my prostate and I am no longer able to contain my groan has now become a resounding roar. You are such, a naughty, naughty lover, my Diamond Pearl!
By this time, my fingers have been rendered useless and I'm overcome by your dirty little mind. "Did I say stop," you bark softly with direct impatience, "Now get back to work!"
My fingers pick away randomly, as this IS, sweet torture in and of itself! YES, I know damn well, this too may need editing...but, later. Who the hell can even THINK straight at a time like this? Right now, whatever little blood I may have possessed seems has gone straight to my cock.
Behind the screen, I feel you carefully brush a kiss along my shaft with willing lips before you slide over me with your chin. As you rise from behind the screen, my shaft slips down between your breasts, and along your belly leaving a snail's trail of pre-cum. Your fingers retreat from raping my ass as you gracefully rise to your feet.
"I'm so horny for you Alex," you say in a whispered moan, almost a slutty purr.
I'm riveted, watching fingertips draw a smooth line from the soft inner thighs to the tender pink of your clit. Stroking with one hand, while taunting with the other. Perhaps it is your allure that even the finest black silk cannot hide, as piece by piece the dark shimmering curtain is stripped away to reveal your charms. First, your rich, milky ass, which so proudly presents itself as you twist your body above mine. Then, your arms stretch above your shoulders and over your head as breasts appear like succulent moons in a midnight sky, so round and generous, tempting one to taste and see. Delicate lace slips silent from off one shoulder, then head and body, leaving you finally bare and completely naked above for my intimate perusal. My mouth gapes open like a man half starved.
Your hands dance gracefully over over every naked curve, teasing, taunting and playful. Feminine attributes? Ah yes, THOSE attributes-cherried nipples, firm round ass, and that plump juicy sex lips. Flipping long dark tresses over your shoulders, you dance to the quickening beat of our hearts. Hips dip way down low, until you are nearly on top of me with your hands on bended knees. Yet my fingers continue typing as one driven to a flame, intent on capturing every movement in writing.
Your lovely hand skims over a smooth pussy, moving low behind the screen, you position my cock beneath you. At first, you hold my swollen purple nob lightly. Then with a secret smile, that creative side of you emerges, the one I fell in love with.
Quite the tease, you slide my member up against your inner leg, moving like a master painter, gently brushing pre-cum up and down between your folds.
