1. Patience Part 2


    Date: 1/10/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Saucymh, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    “Crap! Where the fuck are my shoes?” I’m running late and losing track of time isn’t a good enough reason - you’re not going to be impressed. Spotting the offending items under my sofa I dive to retrieve them, grab my jacket and head out. Mustn’t keep my impatient little vixen waiting, must I? In truth I’m often late on purpose; tardiness infuriates you and all that anger makes you fuck like a demon. Impatience is a virtue in your case. Even so, concocting a better excuse is advisable as is arriving armed with a gift. Heading straight for my local corner shop I emerge moments later with both. “Sorry dearest, the queue was enormous but I simply had to treat you,” I chortle admiring my choice of suitably expensive Shiraz. “Sorted.” It’s in my best interests to keep you happy, you’re a rare gem. You’re pure sexual energy wrapped-up in a most delightful package and you like risqué outdoor sex. You’re kinky like me. Our very first fuck was behind the local pub and we’ve done far worse since. You and I are going to end up getting arrested but it’s worth it. You have a sensual side too. You’re a sucker for romance even though you deny it. A few whispered words, a gentle kiss and you’re putty in my hands. Is that what you want tonight, a softer touch? Well my love, if it is, you’ll get it. I’ll do anything for a good fuck! I pick up the pace, the thought of sex driving me on. Not far now, your flat’s already in sight. You live on the ground floor in a flat with its own entrance. I ...
    can see a light on or possibly candles judging by the flicker. Ah, romance…I was right. Screeching to a halt outside your door I pause to catch my breath. I’m late, I should go straight in, but as I stand there a naughty idea pops into my head. I’m taken with the sudden urge to spy on you, peek at what you’re doing. Your bedroom window is just around the corner, it would only take a second. Why not? I tiptoe around the building but stop dead in my tracks when the noise of something smashing startles me. Was that inside your flat? Holding my breath I listen, ears straining. Nothing. Ok, onwards. The scent of vanilla hangs in the air around your window. Inhaling deeply I catch a whiff of your perfume as well. I’m in luck, your bedroom window is ajar and with your drawn curtains hooked up on the frame there’s a gap wide enough to peep through. I do exactly that. Goodness, you’ve made an effort tonight - candles, wine in a cooler, and you… you look drop-dead gorgeous! Sprawled naked on your bed with skin glowing and auburn hair shimmering, you’re a vision of erotic loveliness. I spot that devilish glint in your eye, the sparkle that means my dick’s going to be pounded all night. You appear to be making goo-goo eyes at something you’re holding, what is that? Ah-ha! It’s that framed favourite photo of me you like so much. Excellent! I might be in for the banging of my life. My cock twitches in anticipation of action but I remain stationary, transfixed, observing silently as you ...
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