1. Obsession


    Date: 4/18/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Nordic_Pixie, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    She was beautiful. Maybe not the sort of beauty you would find on the pages of glossy magazines, but to him, Belinda was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. He watched from the shadows, obsessed, unable to stop thinking about her. The way her hair would blow in the wind and she would brush it away absentmindedly, lost in thought or the way her hips would sway as she walked through the paths of the nearby forest, was intoxicating to him. Belinda was unlike most other girls her age. He had often observed the others in the vicinity of her, usually in small groups, whispering and giggling, pointing at boys or talking with loud, shrill voices about some party. Belinda was usually by herself, her nose buried in a book. The times she was with one of the others, she was always soft-spoken, her voice like music to him. On rare occasions, Belinda left her window open at night. Inside his mind, he would scold her, putting herself at risk like that. After all, her room was on the ground floor and who knows what sort of weirdos could be lurking outside in the darkness! On the other hand, he loved those nights, able to sneak right up to her window and hear her breath grow deep and heavy as she drifted off to sleep. Sometimes he would catch her sweet scent for a brief moment, but it was never enough. Oh, how he dreamed ...
    of digging his nose into her neck, drink in the perfume of her skin. Once, when he had followed her on one of her walks, she had come across a small pond far away from prying eyes. Well, except his of course, his eyes rarely left her sight. His heart had skipped a beat as her light dress was pulled off. The last rays of the sun of the summer’s eve made her skin glow. As her bra and panties fell to the ground, he thought he would faint, overwhelmed with the scene in front of him. Yet somehow he didn’t, and with awe he watched the arch of her back, her round bottom and full breasts. After she got into the water, her breasts would bob at the surface, pale with pink nipples. The sight had haunted him ever since, two pink rosebuds, begging to be caressed, licked, sucked. As she walked out of the water, small beads glistened in the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. More than anything in his life, he had wanted to part her creamy thighs, find the treasure hidden within those curls. The mere thought of pink petals and a tight, velvety core to sink into, had been enough for his shorts to get sticky as thick cream pulsed into them. All too soon, Belinda had dressed and started on her way home. Never again had he caught a glint of her totally nude, but the image was burned into his memory, alive and relived again and again.
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