Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places

In the following erotic fiction, a woman realizes that the most intoxicating pleasure is sometimes found in the most unexpected places. Read on… Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places - An Erotic Story The first time that she saw Jamie, she wanted him and she did not even know it. It was not until the third time that she met him, and he looked at her that she realized that anything was there for her and she still didn’t think about making anything out of it. He was not her type; Jamie was none of her check marks. None of the things that she wanted for herself, none of the things that she wanted in a partner. But when Jamie looked at her, she was mesmerized. Mesmerized by the color of his eyes and the intensity of his gaze. She hadn’t expected that intensity, or for it to have such an effect on her, and it seared her memory. It was easy for her to continue their flirtation as they became part of each other’s social circle, and then later friends, but then maybe this was because she did not expect anything. When there was no expectation, it was effortless to be totally at ease with him. When Jamie asked her out to dinner, she never assumed he was asking her out on a date, and this time was no different; it just seemed like they were just going to hang out. But after this meal, as they were saying goodbyes, Jamie pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek affectionately; and, for the first time, Florentine realized she wanted him to kiss her lips, desperately. Where had that feeling come from? She tilted her head up toward him with a pout, expecting him to kiss her other cheek as well. Instead, Jamie suddenly shifted his hands to her hips and pulled her close to him, his lips now firmly upon hers. Just that simple contact made her knees suddenly weak, while deep within her body began to ache for him. She groped him without thinking, and felt his desire…not between his legs. But in the way that he responded to her touch. ‘You’re so sexy, you are going to get me in trouble…’ he said into her hair. ‘Why?’ she looked up at him, silhouetted by the full moon beyond him. ‘Because you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman Flo…’ No one ever called her Flo. Everyone called her Florentine, and his use of the cute diminutive had always seemed more reason for her to not take him seriously. But, for the first time in her life, she was going to listen to her body and do what her body wanted. Her body wanted Jamie. ‘I never asked you to be a gentleman…’ she purred against his chest. Jamie kissed her again, and she put her hands on his chest, half swooning from his growing passion. ‘Be careful what you don’t ask for…’ he whispered in her ear. Florentine chuckled, and quieted as he squeezed the side of her breast tenderly. She let her hand slip in the back of his pants. ‘Come home with me…’ he said. Nodding into his chest, Florentine nibbled at his ear and neck with impatience, very happy to distract him from his phone as he ordered a car. Then they waited in the dark, kissing against the wall kissing like horny teenagers who were only just trying to hide. The driver looked at her appreciatively as she climbed in. She liked that; she liked that Jamie could see that other people wanted her. He put his hand on her thigh as he joined her on the backseat, barely waiting for the car to rejoin traffic before he slipped that hand just under her skirt and began kissing her again like they had kissed before. As they tumbled into his bed, she found herself totally without inhibition, and Jamie worshipped her body with his mouth like she was the only woman in the world. Any of her vulnerabilities were soothed by his attentions as he made her feel a pleasure like she hadn’t experienced for far too long. Her best toys didn’t hold a candle to the sensation that he made her feel; the weight of him, and the way that he filled her. Her eyes watered at the pleasure of the fullness of him inside her. Florentine fell asleep beside him easily, not thinking for a moment about sneaking out to avoid an awkward morning-after. He pulled her into him, and curled over her body as he kissed her neck. When she woke up the sun was coming up, and Florentine’s breath caught. She was still in his arms, and his embrace had not slackened. When she shifted, he settled her closer to him. So she closed her eyes, and went back to sleep. After that, it seemed two days couldn’t go by that they didn’t find themselves in each other’s beds, engulfed in passionate ecstasy she had forgotten she would even experience. She was beyond blissed out that she was with him; never having imagined that she would want something like that with him, but now unable to see herself without it. ‘You can leave stuff here, you know? I cleared out a drawer for you and got some toiletries for you. I got a guest toothbrush.’ Exhausted after a mid-afternoon quickie, Florentine’s half-closed eyes were suddenly wide. ‘I mean now that we are together all of the time. I just wanted to make you feel at home.’ Her eyes widened even more, and Jamie looked at her with a combination of confusion and surprise. He was naked and beautiful, telling her that he was making room for her in his life when she never even considered that she really wanted him in her life. Her body was perfumed with his sweat, and she could smell their lovemaking high between her legs. Jamie had serious bedhead, and he looked so kind. And he wanted her. He was everything she wanted, because she hadn’t wanted it. Rather than embarking on a purely practical relationship that marked the end of romance, she was being romanced like she never had been before, by a man who she did not even think she could ever be serious about. Why had her list not included tenderness, warmth, and character? What he had was modest, but he had a lot of pride in it. He cooked her dinner, and it was better than dinner at the fancy restaurants that her dates usually took her too. And for all his lack of cockiness, he was able to tune her body like the fine machine it was. ‘You’re too lovely to me,’ she said, looking down bashfully. ‘I just want to be more than just lovely to you.’ She let him take her in his arms, and she realized far from the end of romance, it was the very beginning…

Potep po prestolnici

Četudi bi se ženska, katere stičišče stegen omamlja moje možganske celice in jih včasih celo delno ohromi, da počnem naravnost retardirane stvari, odločila svojo ljubezensko izpoved podati v najbolj udarnem in poslušanem terminu nacionalnega radia, ali pa bi vdrla v studio osrednjega dnevnika, s kako mojo povečano sliko, za katero se ji zdi, da mi dela še najmanj krivice in sem na njej videti vsaj približno tako privlačno, kot me vidi ona ter bi v objektiv kamere na ves glas iz globočine pljuč, srca in duše kričala 'Ljubim te, ti teslo trapasto!', če bi zblojenega pridigarja na Šuštarskem mostu zrinila s provizorične priložnostne prižnice, da bi pavliha obstal ob strani in bolščal vanjo, tako kot jaz in desetina zbranih, spraševaje se kaj vraga utegne babnica povedati, ona pa bi pokazala name, na zbeganega ljubimca s povešeno čeljustjo in izbuljenimi očmi ter oznanila da tega povprečnega gosaka ljubi bolj kot sebe, dasiravno bi si dala na notranjo stran stegna za vse večne čase vtetovirati 'property of' v nadaljevanju pa moje ime s priimkom vred, bi mi nemara ne pognalo krvi po žilah v tisto slepo ulico mojega telesa, ki se konča z nabreklo glavico, tako zelo, kot takrat, kadar se divje poljubljava, se grabiva, vlečeva majice izza hlač in mi preden ji odpnem kavbojke, preden se zaližem v njeno s sokovi preplavljeno pičko, preden ji ga zarinem do jajc v njeno sočnico, skozi zobe bevskne:' Daj me pofukaj!'

Ko mi medtem, ko jo držim za lase ovite okrog dlani, besno nabijam od zadaj, ali pa grabim za njeni ritnici, se zaganjam vanjo, da koža ob kožo tleska vedno močneje, vedno bolj glasno in bolj pogosto, ko me potisne na posteljo, me okobal zajaha, se mi nasaja na tiča, se skloni nadme, si popravi lase za uho, da razkrije svoj obraz, ki so ga prej skrivali kakor slap in reče:' Pofukaj me prasec!', me preplavijo poželenje, popolna norost in pišmevuhovstvo za celotno okolico.

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Že med vožnjo proti središču mesta, sva oba vedela, da se morava pofukat, sicer se nama utegne utrgati, potem pa bo prepozno. V Polju so namreč oddelki ločeni na moške in ženske ...
Ob vzpenjanju po stopnicah, ki vodijo iz garaže, se ozirava okrog, kje je najmanj obljudeno, hitiva proč od množice, z roko ji sežem pod kavbojke, pod rdeče čipkaste gatke, ki kukajo izza roba tesnega jeansa in jo stisnem za rit. Mahava jo naprej, zavijeva desno, jaz pa jo usmerim proti širokim obokanim durim, povzpneva se po stopnicah, naletiva na zaklenjena železna vrata, a naju to ne ustavi. S pogledom ošinem natakarico praznega lokala, ki pospravlja mize, zatem pa po levi švigneva mimo dveh nizkih stebričkov, nakar se znajdeva ob zidu, kjer ji rečem:' Pofafaj mi ga!'
Kljub 'oh no!', je nekaj sekund zatem že na kolenih, v dlani drži mojo nabreklo batino, oklepa se je kot Arthur ročaja Excaliburja, sesa mi glavico, mi oblizne jajca, me ugrizne v kurca, zopet vtakne glavico v usta in pogoltne kurca kolikor more, fafa mi tiča, dokler ji ne razlijem sperme v grlo. Šele takrat se dobro zavem, da bi skozi lino v ruševini zidu kak mimoidoči prav zlahka zapazil kako neka sprijena rdečelaska goreče fafa tiča golobučnemu bradaču za obzidjem Križank.

Kasneje, po skoraj dveh urah blodnjavega tavanja po prestolnici, po kljukanju vrat cerkva, špeganja v njihovo notranjost, preklinjanja nedeljske večerne maše in ogledovanju jako čudnih prehodov prežetih s smradom po urinu, kamor niti narkomani najbrž ne zahajajo, se v navalu strasti, vročična od pohote sredi belega dne spustiva po stopnicah pasaže, ker ne zdrživa niti enega samega trenutka več, ne da bi se živalsko pofukala. Kljub tveganju, da zaradi nemoralnega vedenja plačava globo, ki je vsaj trikratnik najema kakšne zanikrne sobice v enem od 'hotelov', ko bi naju kak pretirano občutljiv občan zalotil in oznanil oblastem, da dve osebi seksata v kotu podhoda, se prasička ne more ugrizniti v jezik, ampak me polglasno spodbode: 'Fuukaj me …'

V že tako prazne možgane se tisti dve zašepetani besedi zarežeta kakor bič vlečnemu konju v ledja, opominjaje ga naj se ne obotavlja, naj že požene v dir pa magari, če se zvrne voz z vsem kurčevim tovorom na njem, prelomi os in odleti kolo!

To me tudi tokrat tako podžge, da pričnem še siloviteje suvati vanjo, še močneje jo zagrabim za ritnici in jo fukam prasico!
Fukam jo, ona pa z dlanmi buta ob šajbo ene najstarejših picerij v Ljubljani, kjer si ob koncu prejšnjega tisočletja dobil najboljšo pico pečeno v električni peči, poleg pa si obvezno srebal borovničev sok.

Začudena sama nad seboj se reživa in čudiva najinemu nadvse neprimernemu obnašanju, sedeva v lokal, naročiva pijačo in se prav trapasto nasmihava. Sprijaznjena, da je to kot kaže to, se odpraviva proti avtomobilu, tik pred parkiriščem, pa naju premami javno stranišče in kot hipnotizirana zavijeva tja. Na srečo ni nikogar in že sva v kabini.
Ona prislonjena na steno, jaz pa za njo s kurcem v njeni tesni, mastni pički, misli pa se borijo, da bi jih ne motili šumi, glasovi in zvoki, ki prav nič, niti malo ne pripomorejo k temu, da bi se neobrzdano in kakovostno pofukala. Nekaj časa se še trudiva osredotočiti se na fuk, se bebavo hihitava, zvit kot presta, naslonjen na predelno steno, ji ližem ščegetavček, prste imam v njeni povsem premočeni pički, zraven ga drkam, da mi presneta reč ob vseh motečih elementih ne pade dol, ona mi 'teži' naj ga pustim pri miru, potem pa najine misli skorajda istočasno preseka misel, da jebeš takole onegavljenje in da sva prestara za to sranje.

Previdno stopim ven, ona ostane notri, sam pa skušam aktivirati pofukano pipo, ki kar noče in noče spustiti zagamanega curka vode!
'Jebemu mater, evo, ko pa sem bil očitno pri pouku fizike premalo pozoren in nimam povsem pogruntanih pofukanih kotnih funkcij al kaj koj kurac je treba narediti s to zajebano foto celico, da rukne to pofukano vodo ven!? Saj vem … ravno ko jih bom umaknil, pa bo brizgnilo ob umivalnik, da bom imel še jebene nogavice mokre …', razpizden tuhtam sam pri sebi, ko tisti možak, ki je prej kašljal in pljuval, pospravi svojo usrano zobno ščetko in tubo zobne paste v neseser, vse skupaj dene v torbo, zapne zadrgo, se še pogleda v ogledalu, popravi ovratnik sintetične srajce in odide.

'Jebi se …' rečem potiho, kot bi bil on kriv, da se obnašava kot dva ponorela najstnika na tripu, ki ne zmoreta brzdati svojih podivjanih hormonov. Stopim k vratom kabine, odprem, ji namignem, da je zrak čist, kolikor je v takih prostorih pač lahko in odideva.
Za nameček naju ob izhodu iz podzemne garaže zaslepi zahajajoče sonce, kot bi ne bila že tako skorajda neprištevna in zaslepljena s pohoto in z obiljem kemije med nama.
Še vedno čutim njene nohte v stegnu, njene poljube in ugrize, roke mi še zdaj dišijo po njeni pički.

Vir: http://blog69.si/pohota/potep-po-prestolnici/

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