Erratic Erotica
by Blair Erotica
Copyright 2012 Blair Erotica
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My Apartment/My Theater (a short story that is also a play)
Greetings!
The poems and
stories in this book were written for fun--to explore ideas of love,
sex and passion in various literary forms. One short story uses both
play and short story formats to make its point. I hope you enjoy this
sample of my work.
Blair
Hair
You left a lock of
your hair on the dresser this morning.
An ethereal curl, a
whimsical puff of brown.
Other, even less substantial signs of
you
fill this room, but none has its passion.
You went out this
bitter morning,
taking your worn leather jacket,
the tattered
thing you love to wear
when you walk the streets to think.
I can see it now,
enfolding
your shoulders in its soft touch.
I caress the lock
of hair you left
with absent-minded affection.
About You
There is something
about you,
an elusive something.
I have said it for a long
time,
felt it even longer.
Today, when the air
is crisp,
another kind of crispness, a honed edge,
comes into
your delicate touch.
As if your fingers carried countless `sexual
electrodes
to make me tingle with your touch.
Your skin, laced
with thousands of primal magnets,
draws my hands to it,
irresistibly.
They long to run along the lines of your
body,
tracing its smooth curves.
My hands, guided by you, lead
my mind,
filling it with delightful anticipation.
The Book
He took the book from the nightstand and idly thumbed through it.
"Amuse yourself," she'd said as she dressed. "Think sexy thoughts about me, I'll be back in a few hours." She'd rushed out, leaving him alone in her apartment for the first time. He didn't mind. They had only recently become lovers; he enjoyed the chance to become familiar with her place, her things, perhaps develop a deeper kind of intimacy. But it was a small place and he quickly grew restless. Then he remembered the book.
He returned to the unmade bed and lay down on the rumpled sheets, still damp and musky smelling from their quick and frenetic fuck, fresh out of the shower. He settled comfortably against the soft pillows. The book looked like a quick read; he sighed and began at the beginning.
The little book, REVEALED LOVE, told of a woman too shy to share her greatest sexual fantasy with her lover. They had a good relationship, but for reasons that even she didn't understand, she worried that he might think less of her if she told it to him. But the longer her fantasy remained unfulfilled, the more dissatisfied she became. Often, after her lover had left her, her fantasy would blossom in her mind and her hands would go between her legs, bringing her to orgasm; but this did not solve her problem, for her fantasy included him.
One day she found a book called THE SECRET PASSION that described her fantasy and her dilemma perfectly. The story, told simply, was this:
A woman and man had a happy and loving relationship. They enjoyed lying together and touching gently and talking softly, long after their lust was spent. She had limited experience in sex beyond this lover, but knew that he had slept with many women before they had met. She worried that she didn't satisfy him completely. She imagined his previous lovers as better lovers.
"Of course you satisfy me," he always said when she asked. But she knew that lovers often speak reassuringly like that. Whenever he became aroused, which was often, she responded lustily, urging him to take her whenever and however he wanted. She read books to learn new ways to entice him and new places to touch him. Through her reading, she developed a fantasy of her own and wondered how to get him to fulfil it without asking directly, for even though it resonated deliciously in her mind and heated her body to a feverish pitch, she couldn't bring herself to suggest it.
Her efforts to expand their lovemaking always seem to please and even amused him. But one night, as she caressed and kissed his rising cock he asked, "What is it you want?"
"To please you," she smiled.
"You are looking for something," he said. "Tell me what you want." Her stomached tightened when she looked into his eyes, and she ended the conversation by smiling and taking his hard cock in her mouth. But he didn't forget his question; he sensed that she wanted something more and he wanted to please her as she did him. He asked again, and again she managed to avoid replying. Then, one day, while following his own desire of the moment, he managed to satisfy her secret fantasy. When they lay exhausted together, she finally felt free to admit to him that he had fulfilled her fondest desire.
The heroine of REVEALED LOVE had the same desire as the woman in THE SECRET PASSION. She, however, saw another way to communicate her desire that depended less on chance and the impulse of her lover. She deliberately left her copy of this book sitting out on the nightstand where her lover would find it. As she hoped, reading it aroused him, and when she came to bed, they realized her greatest fantasy.
He laughed when he finished the book, delighted with this nesting of erotic stories, one causing the next. A perpetual-motion fuck book, he thought.
When she returned from her errands, she came into the bedroom and found him naked on the bed, waiting for her. He stood and went to her wordlessly and kissed her, pulling her body against his. Her skin began to burn with desire as he undressed her and touched her body. When she was naked, he lay her face down on the bed and stroked her back, running his hands down the length of it, tracing the hard line of her vertebrae to her pale ass.
She raised her head and saw his reflection in the full-length bedroom mirror as he crawled on the bed behind her. Her heart beat faster at the sight of his swollen cock and she felt it rub against the back of her leg as he gently, lovingly, but firmly raised her to her knees. His tongue lit streaks of fire across her ass cheeks; his strong hands pushed her face into the pillows and his tongue and fingers teased her cunt until she thought she would lose control. Finally, he reached for a tube of gel from the nightstand and then she felt it cold on her anus. A tremor ran through her as his fingers pressed inside her, stretching her open. She wanted to tell him to fuck her, to say something, but the agonizing pleasure of more of his fingers in her ass stopped her. When he finally kneeled behind her, she trembled as she felt his cock press against her anus. She moaned as he took her, and slowly penetrated her virgin ass.
His hands explored her eager cunt as his cock stretched her ass, and her climax caught her by surprise, sending spasms through her, touching new places. He cried out as he came in her and they collapsed together on the bed.
Afterwards they lay entwined on the bed touching and she said, "I never knew if I'd like anal, but I always wanted to try it."
"I know," he said.
She laughed. "How did you know?"
"The book."
"What book?" He pointed to the nightstand. She laughed. "Oh, a girl friend loaned me that. She said it was really hot, but I haven't read it yet. Is it good?"
He laughed and kissed her. "You'll love it.
THE END
Thoughts of You
Delicate, this
fabric of quiet that lies between us,
which you want to
rustle,
and I hear crackle.
I like feeling the
electricity it generates
when it is rubbing
against your skin.
Mystery
You’ve
given me the delights of your body.
You’ve opened your arms and
legs to me eagerly,
playfully, joyfully.
But
you have never let me inside your mind.
You do not allow me to
penetrate
the private places of your being
the way you let me
penetrate the recesses of your body.