1. Mosh Pit


    Date: 1/8/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: chicamala, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    Hello, my name is Samantha Black, and I am a high school teacher. I have recently moved to Seattle, the city of the grunge look. I live in Bellevue, but tonight I am headed to a concert in Federal Way. Mushroomhead is playing tonight. I have been looking forward to this night for months. I went to the spa to get my hair done, and my nails. I laid out my favorite outfit; burgundy Doc Martens , white socks, a plaid pleated miniskirt, a white t-shirt, a matching black undergarments, and a burgundy vest. My stomach is turning as I get out of the shower, but I am excited. I have decided I will take a cab there and back. When I get there the opening band is playing, and most of the guys are in the pit, moshing about. The ambience is electric, the energy is high. I find my way close to the pit, as I love to see the guys play rough. There in the midst of this dancing, fighting circle, I see him. Dark hair, eyes focused on his space, the muscles show through his shirt. I cannot help but stare. What a magnificent specimen of a man is there. I feel my insides wake, and between my legs I feel warm and wet. He finally looks at me, but continues his assault at the pit. His eyes never leave mine, almost as if he is undressing me with his stare. I cannot help but desire this man. The music finally slows down as Mushroomhead will finally appear. The mosh pit finally dissipates. Guys finding their way about. I lose sight of him. I look all over for this guy, and as I seem to have lost him, ...
    I feel disappointed. The lights dim, and the frenzied guys find their place. I stand almost frozen now, just looking to the stage. As the music begins, I feel strong hands wrap themselves around me. I want to turn around, hoping to see him there. I am not allowed to, as he kisses the back of my neck. His hands begin to roam my body as my mind seems to ask who is this, but my heart knows it's him. I lose all fear and surrender to this handsome stranger. I lean my head back to his shoulder as he pulls me closer to him. Those around us don't even notice as he lifts my skirt, pulls my panties aside, and slides his cock deep within me. Oh, he bottoms out, he is pushing deep in me. All eyes are on the band, as he has his way with me. My moans, my pleasure is dissipated by the band. I have not felt like this in months. My legs begin to shake, he grips me hard and plays with my swollen mound. I want to lean forward but he keeps me tight to him. If anyone looked close enough they would see I am dripping with my own juices. I am sure my face is flushed. My moans and grunts continue to be drowned by the music. I am lost in the pleasures he brings as he thrusts deeper in me. He is tugging at my hair from the nape, his lips kissing and nibbling at my neck and shoulders. One hand finds its way under my shirt and it plays, rolls, pulls and tugs at my nipples. He is now grunting and thrusting fast in me. The same force he used in the pit , I think, it is him . The realization hit me, and ...
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