Inhale

Rishi lay on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he let his mind wander. He was so stressed at work that even his weekends were consumed with catching-up on tasks and projects from weeks before. This was his first Sunday of freedom in a long time and he was eager to luxuriate in the fleeting thoughts that normally accompanied an unburdened mind.

His apartment had large windows that looked out onto the lake. The sun was brilliant and bathed the room in warm light. He had a window cracked open and a slight breeze circulated through his apartment. Rishi took deep breaths and felt his muscles relax. He lay in his bed completely nude, enjoying the feel of his high thread count sheets against his freshly showered body. He was tall and muscular, with thick body hair covering a significant portion of his chest and belly. He normally kept his pubic hair well trimmed, but he’d allowed it to grow out until he could barely make out his penis in the mess of black hair between his legs.

Rishi was extremely fit and played a number of sports through his high school and college years. For the decade-and-a-half after graduating from university, he continued to workout regularly and play any sport he could.

Despite the breeze, beads of sweat trailed down Rishi’s temples. He woke up early to work out, but his body was still running hot despite the cool shower he took minutes ago. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and seriously contemplated taking another shower already.

He was brought back to the present when he heard the door to his apartment open.

The voice of his girlfriend Sejal filled the apartment as she burst in and said, “It is so fucking hot out there!”

Rishi heard her stomping around the apartment, mumbling to herself. She just got back from her run and she was always more energetic aftwerwards which always confused Rishi. She’d often drag him into the bedroom and demand he have his way with her the second she returned, which in reality was her having her way with him, riding him with such intensity he was usually the one telling her to slow down. From what Rishi could tell from the way Sejal seemed to be angrily moving about, he suspected she would just take a shower and collapse into the couch.

Sejal burst into the bedroom, still muttering to herself. She was a petite woman who had a presence that often dwarfed Rishi’s when they were out in public. Though Rishi was a foot taller than her, Sejal commanded the attention of any room they entered and he would slip into the background. As a shy person, it was one of the many reasons he loved going out with her.

Sejal Stripped out of her pink leggings and sports bra and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Her sweat-slicked body glistened as she stood naked in the room, feeling the light breeze on her skin. She took a deep breath and finally took notice of her naked boyfriend on the bed.

“Hi,” she said, smiling down at Rishi. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her smile warmed his heart.

Rishi patted the bed next to him and Sejal lightly jumped on and nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck. Rishi smelled the mix of lavender soap and sweat radiating off her skin. He inhaled her scent, her essence, and let it take over. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, slowing as she settled against him. He rubbed her back, her skin sticky with sweat. Sejal let out a quiet moan as she ran her hand through the tangle of hair on his chest, gripping small handfuls as she explored the expanse of his torso.

Rishi was surprised Sejal was as not her usual ravenous self, but, as if reading his mind, Sejal swiftly threw her leg over his body and straddled him. She look down at him and smiled before leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues danced and their hands squeezed and scratched. Sejal released her lips and let a single strand of saliva drip from her lip down onto Rishi’s chest.

She then spun around and slid back, planting her tight, round ass down on Rishi’s face. Rishi gripped her cheeks with his large hands and spread her open. Her prominent lips spread and her pink warmth glistened with desire. Rishi pressed his face between her cheeks and breathed her in. He relished in the mixture of aromas that were the woman he loved. The spike of the sweat from a long, hard run cut by the sweetness of the nectar he hungrily lapped with her tongue. Her asshole winked with every delicate twirl of his tongue along the rim, eliciting thrusts from Sejal’s hips.

He listened to her moans as she swallowed his cock. As competitive people, they often subconsciously competed in this position to see who could make the other come first. Rishi was undefeated, yet Sejal always gave it her best shot. She squeezed his balls as she twirled her tongue around his tip, struggling to concentrate as Rishi expertly worked his magic over her clit. Sejal eventually gave up and sat back up, smothering Rishi completely.

With the help of gravity, Rishi sucked and flicked with more vigour. Sejal’s desperate curses echoed as she ground her hips aggressively against Rishi’s face. Rishi pushed himself to bring her to orgasm, her desire coating his lips and chin, the smell of her pleasure overwhelming his senses. With a final scream she squeezed her thighs around Rishi’s head, spasming with the crash of every orgasmic wave.

Sejal fell forward, her face nestled in Rishi’s crotch. She took deep inhales of his musk, finding comfort in the heavy smell of her lover. Rishi eventually eased her off of him and easily shifted her body to once again nestle against his.

Sejal buried her face in his armpit and continued to take deep inhales. The smell of sweat began to dominate the small room but the two lovers were already sleeping, entangled in one another’s arms.

A Single Touch

She sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Her hazel eyes fixated on him. He’s laying on his back, naked, with his legs spread and head craned forward.

He strokes his throbbing cock. An empty bottle of lube lays to the side, his mast shimmering as his fingers slide up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

He looks deep into her eyes and licks his lips. Every night she sits there and watches him masturbate. He takes in her curly black hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her plump limps and soft, ochre skin fuel his desire. She’s wearing an old university sweater and sweatpants, her generous curves hidden beneath layers of cotton blend. But her attention is all the fuel he needs to make his heart race and keep him pumping for her.

It’s been weeks since he last felt her touch. For months she worked to deny him parts of their sexual experience together. She slowly started having sex with him less often. After some time she would only give him handjobs and blowjobs. He was still allowed to service her with his mouths and fingers, but even that was eventually put to an end. Soon the blowjobs stopped, followed quickly by the handjobs.

It all lead to this. He picked up the pace of his strokes, his breath quickening. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he raced towards orgasmic bliss but quickly opened them again to look into the eyes of the woman staring at him between his legs. She held him in her gaze and at that moment he erupted, white ropes splattering across his stomach and chest. He pulled on his cock, squeezing every drop of pleasure into the tangle of black hair coating his torso.

He finally dropped his arm to his side, his spent, limp cock lay against his thigh. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow as he caught his breath, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

He feels the bed shift as the woman gets up and walks out of the room. When she leaves, he lets his mind wander and think about how he got here. Every denial, every rejection. He embraced it all. He didn’t necessarily understand why, but every step of the way to the present moment felt right. He reached for the towel left for him on the nightstand to clean the cum from his body.

He managed to wipe most of it off, but he could feel the residue harden in patches on his skin. Placing the towel next to him he waited patiently for her to return. He listened to the sounds of her going through her nightly facial routine, the sound of the sink turning on and off.

Eventually he hears the sound of bare feet making their way back to the room. She walks in completely naked. His heart skips a beat as she makes her way to one side of the bed. Her heavy breasts and large, dark nipples swing with every step. Stretch marks spread across her wide hips and belly, rippling as she lifts the covers and slides in next to him. He quickly gets himself under the covers and curls up onto his side. She slides one of her arms under his head and wraps her body around him, her soft skin enveloping him.

As he drifts off to sleep, the words she said when they started on this journey together echo in his head:

“You will always have me when you sleep.”

Flexing Command

Sid paced the width of the bed, the carpeted floor soft beneath his feet. He rolled the cuffs of his white dress shirt to this elbows as he looked down at the submissive toy before him.

Her pale skin glistened with sweat. Sid hid his smile when he noticed how flush she was getting holding herself on display for him. Sid decided it was time he rewarded her for her obedience and stopped pacing to finally look down at her.

Sid’s hard stare captured his toy’s attention, then he said, “Now I will begin your inspection.”

Sid knelt at the edge of the bed. His toy was laying on her back with her knees up and spread. Sid reached and out an gently rubbed his toy’s soft ass and inner thighs. He slowly crept his fingers closer to her exposed pussy and asshole, making sure he didn’t make any contact with her inviting lips.

“Well done. It looks like you’ve moisturized since your last inspection,” he said, slowly massaging her inner thighs.

“Thank you, sir,” the toy whispered.

Sid felt it was time to finally reward his little slut. He gently spread her lips to expose her wet, pink warmth. He leaned in an tenderly licked his toy’s desperate, swollen clit. The toy let out a guttural moan, goosebumps immediately spreading across her skin.

Sid smiled and licked and sucked his toy’s perfect pussy. “You taste absolutely divine,” he said between sloppy mouthfuls of her cunt.

“Th-Thank you, sir,” the toy barely managed to say between moans and heaving breaths.

Sid paused before moving lower towards his toy’s brown, puckered hole. He licked his lips and watched as it flexed in anticipation. Sid trailed the tip of his tongue around the rim before slipping inside. He inhaled deeply, taking in his toy’s rich, sensual musk.

He was ravenous.

Sid stood and wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand and looked down at his handiwork. His toy lay in a huddled mess, a wet stain darkened the sheets between her legs. He rolled his sleeves back down and re-did his cuffs. He was impressed his toy lasted as long as she had. He would have liked to have gone longer, but he had other appointments to make.

Sid quietly put his shoes back on and left the toy’s apartment without saying another word.

—

Sid stood at the foot of the bed. He flexed his neck to the left and right, trying to release some of the tightness he felt. He looked down at the pair of toys before him. They assumed the correct position and were as eager as ever for their inspection.

Sid took his time rolling up his sleeves. These two toys deeply disappointed him at their last inspection. They didn’t leave their front door unlocked which meant Sid had to knock to be let in. They also didn’t do a very thorough job shaving their holes and patches of hair remained.

However, this time his toys were much better behaved. The door was unlocked, and Sid found them in their bedroom already in position.

Sid cleared his throat and his toys jumped. “You’re already much improved over last time, my slutty toys. Now, let’s see if you actually improved your grooming.”

“Yes, sir,” the toys said in unison. For simplicity’s sake, Sid referred to them as Thing One and Thing Two. Thing One was a diminutive black man with coarse black hair covering his entire body. Thing Two was a tall, skinny Korean man who was almost completely hairless. Sid’s focus on body hair and grooming often lead to him focusing on coverage over what was underneath.

Sid met them at a local bar only a handful of weeks prior and they hit it off right away. That night he handed them his business card and a few days later they were his submissive little toys.

Sid cracks his knuckles before bending down to conduct the inspection. Both toys had their cheeks spread and their holes exposed. Sid enjoyed seeing two sets of clean shaven balls sitting just above their equally smooth taints. Sid gave each toys’ balls a squeeze before kneeling to get a closer look at their delicious assholes.

Sid licked his lips. It took every ounce of willpower not to sloppily devour them right away. Instead, he conducted his inspection and gave them both his seal of approval.

“Well done my precious sluts. Because you made such a dramatic improvement, I’ll give you your treat.”

Both toys wiggled their bottoms and Sid couldn’t help but smile. He reached between their legs and grabbed their throbbing cocks. They felt thick and hot in his hands as Sid stroked them together. Their moans filled the room as Sid pumped. He finally allowed himself to indulge and latched his lips around Thing One’s winking hole. Sid rimmed and sucked both holes back and forth, pumping their cocks ferociously as their moans echoed and they cursed the heavens as they barrelled towards euphoric oblivion.

With a final scream both toys erupted. Hot, white streams splashed across their chests as Sid slowed and eventually stopped, holding two limp cocks in his hands.

Standing and re-doing his cuffs once more, Sid left the way he came, savouring the night’s delights on his lips.

—

Sid walked into his apartment, kicked off his shoes and collapsed into the armchair in his living room. He rolled his shoulders and grimaced, feeling the tightness growing from a long night of work. He reached into his pocket and fished out his wedding ring and slipped it back on just as his wife Lara walked in.

“Hello my love. Did you have a long night?” Lara sat in Sid’s lap and gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Long and hard, babe,” Sid said.

Lara stood back up and faced Sid with her fists planted on her hips. “Well, babe,” she said, “my night hasn’t even begun.”

A smirk broke across her lips and Sid beamed.

“Present.”

The Shower

Rana walked into the change room of his gym and plopped down on the bench in front of his locker. His shirt clung to his body, drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead and neck with a towel and tossed it into the nearby basket of soiled towels.

It was nearly 5am and the gym was completely empty. Rana had an early morning meeting so he decided to force himself to go to the gym earlier than normal. He found himself liking the emptiness. The hum of the fans placed around the space as well as the quiet squeak of sneakers from the one employee slowly preparing the gym for the day’s guests.

Rana stripped out of his running shorts and shirt and flung a towel over his shoulder. He slipped on his slides and made his way to the steam room. On his way, he stopped in front of one of the many full-length mirrors in the change room. He was a pretty hair man, with a layer of course black hair covering his chest and stomach, down over his thighs before thinning down his shins and calves. He was lean, and his muscular definition was faint. He struck a few poses and smiled at how ridiculous he felt.

After a quick steam, Rana made his way to the showers. The showers were lined up in the open against a wall with curtains for each stall. Because the entire area was tiled, it was not uncommon for some men, most of them older, to shower with the curtains open.

Rana wasn’t quite that bold, but he figured since no one was around, he could indulge his exhibitionist side for once. He was already walking around completely uncovered, so what difference did it make?

Rana hung his towel on the hook outside the shower and turned on the tap. He let the cool water wash over him and bring his body temperature down. He closed his eyes and took some time to do some deep breathing exercises, centering himself and releasing any tension in his body.

Rana turned around and let the water hit his back as he stretched. He turned the temperature up, and enjoyed the warm water soothing his aching muscles. He suddenly realized that he forgot his loofah in his gym bag. He let out a groan he quickly squeaked his way through the locker room to his bag and grabbed it. On his way back to the shower, he noticed that the one gym employee in the building was cleaning the sinks. She was a shorter woman, wearing black yoga pants and a black gym-branded t-shirt. Her curly black hair hung shoulder length and her brown eyes were focused on her work. Rana’s heart raced. He froze for a moment before quickly making his way back to the shower.

Rana grabbed the curtain to close it but stopped. Why questioned why he felt so embarrassed? This was the men’s locker room. So what if the employee was a woman. This was nothing she hadn’t seen before working at the gym. Rana gathered himself and continued showering with the curtain open.

He squirted some soap onto his loofah and started to scrub his body. He bent over and scrubbed his feet and legs, making his way up his body. As he was scrubbing his crotch and ass, he heard the squeak of sneakers making their way into the shower area. Rana felt his heart race, but kept his cool, continuing up his stomach and chest and over his arms.

Rana took a deep breath and turned around, facing out towards the open shower area. He jumped when he saw the gym employee standing directly in front of him, watching him intensely. She leaned on the mop she was holding and unashamedly took in Rana’s naked body from top to bottom. Rana stared right back, though with his jaw was handing slightly ajar. Her t-shirt stretched over her heavy breasts, and her yoga pants accentuated her thick, toned thighs and ass perfectly.

Rana swallowed and gave a friendly smile. The woman returned the smile but continued to watch. Rana’s face was burning hot and he started to feel the sensations between his legs from the gorgeous woman watching him. He quickly turned around to hide his slowly swelling member.

“You missed a spot,” The woman said.

Rana froze. He glanced over his shoulder and glimpsed the woman continuing to stare, evaluating his body.

Rana cleared his throat and said, “I guess that’s too bad then.”

Rana’s heart raced, his cock now fully erect.

The woman spoke, “Then why don’t I give you a hand.”

Before Rana could answer, he felt a delicate hand against his back, followed by the touch of soft breasts pressed against him. He barely had a moment to wonder when she removed her clothes before her hands explored his chest, pinching his nipples before gliding down over his stomach and stopping just short of his throbbing cock.

Without saying a word, the woman took the loofah from Rana’s hand and scrubbed his entire back. The woman gently tapped Rana’s inner thighs and he instinctively spread his legs. The woman scrubbed between Rana’s legs and into his crack. She made slow circles over his cheeks before making her way down both legs.

When she finished, she leaned in close to Rana’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Rana obeyed and turned. The woman was so close to him that his aching member was pressed against her stomach. She maintained eye contact as she scrubbed his arms and chest. Her gaze went to his stomach as she made her way down. Rana’s heart raced as she got closer and closer to his cock. But to his surprise, she worked around it. He watched as she worked his pelvis and hips, then made her way down the front of his legs. Her nose nearly grazed his shaft, yet she appeared to be completely ignoring it.

When she finished scrubbing him she put the loofah away and helped wash the soap off his now baby-soft skin.

Rana was still erect, and at that point he was ready to thank her and quickly run to a stall to finish himself off in private. As he opened his mouth to speak, the woman put a finger over his lips and reached down with her other hand grabbed his cock. He felt the slickness of soap as she gripped his cock and slowly stroked. Suds formed with her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and they held each other’s gaze as she worked his shaft, her wrist moving faster and faster.

Rana reached between the woman’s legs and felt her lips slick with desire. She bit her lip and nodded, and Rana plunged his long fingers into her warmth. The two of them moaned as they worked each other’s sex.

Their pace increased, the woman’s wrist now furiously sliding up and down Rana’s shaft, and Rana’s fingers vigorously thrumming against her pleasure points and his thumb circling her swollen clit.

In pure climactic synchronicity, the two strangers came as one. Streams of white exploded onto the woman’s stomach and pelvis, and the woman’s pussy contracted and her knees buckled as she held onto Rana’s shoulder to keep herself upright.

The two of them took a moment to come down from their shared high. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

Rana reached over and grabbed the soap. “I should take care of the mess I made.”

The woman laughed, “I think you should.”

The shower continued to run as the strangers traded places and got clean all over again.

The Author

Alanna slipped her hand between her legs, biting her lip, her eyes glued to her computer monitor. She sat in complete darkness as she rubbed her clit, sliding further down in her chair with every pulsing sensation.

Her breath quickened and her fingers moved furiously as she felt herself cresting. With a gasp and a twitch, she threw her head back as she came, her legs splayed, quivering. After a moment, Alanna gathered herself and sat back up in her chair, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She took a deep breath, attempting to bring her heart rate back down and shook her head to bring her focus back to the present.

Alanna thought back to six months earlier when she was introduced to good erotica by a friend. Ever since that moment, she found herself neck-deep in stories and tearing through them at a blistering pace. Her newfound passion coupled with her keen literary abilities had her curating her own list of stories and authors. Her curation soon became so renowned she had followers from around the world who were eager to learn of her next recommendation.

As Alanna moved her mouse to close the story she’d just experienced, her eyes lingered on the author’s sign-off, “forever yours, Romeo.”

Alanna had discovered Romeo’s work almost by accident a few months back and had since devoured every piece they’d ever written. Their pieces were relatively short, but they always seemed to touch something deep within her. They posted erratically, sometimes months passing between stories. However, every piece made Alanna weak in the knees and aching to experience firsthand what she’d just read.

Alanna awoke the next day to the sound of birds chirping, the sun beamed in through her window. After starting the coffee maker and brushing her teeth, Alanna made her way back to her computer to add Romeo’s latest masterpiece to her recommendations list.

Alanna posted the link to the story and typed, “This is yet another perfect example of Romeo’s brilliance. I became lost in their words as they took control and left me in a puddle before I could blink. As with all their work, it was well worth the wait.”

Alanna took her usual weekend walk that afternoon to the nearby coffee shop. She loved settling herself into a corner with a cup of quality coffee and a book.

Alanna walked in and placed an order for a coffee and bagel with cream cheese. After paying, she turned around to see her usual spot had been taken. Though this was not out of the ordinary, Alanna couldn’t help but stare at the person occupying it. The occupant was a man, his eyes focused on a book with a cappuccino to one side. He had long black hair tied up in a messy bun and a full, trimmed beard.

Alanna was jolted back to reality when she heard her name called for her completed order. Picking up her coffee and bagel, Alanna decided she was going to make a move on the man in the corner.

Alanna walked up to him and said, “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

Alanna smiled down at him as he looked up at her.

“Sure. I hope you don’t mind, I’m just finishing up this chapter,” the man said as he smiled back at Alanna and went back to reading his book.

Up close Alanna regarded her table mate. His deep-set hazelnut eyes drew her in as much as his big lips and mocha skin.

“No worries,” Alanna replied as she sat herself down and took out her own book.

Alanna had no intention of reading. She had her eyes set on the prize sitting across from her and she was going to seize it. Alanna wore her black cropped hoodie and tight blue jeans. Her toned midriff was on full display and short brown hair framed her round face and big, brown eyes.

Alanna put her book down a half-second after the man across from her did.

She reached her hand out, “I’m Alanna, nice to meet you.”

The man gently shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Romeo.”

Alanna’s eyes widened and she held her breath for a moment. Her mind became flooded with her favorite scenes written by her favourite author. Alanna snapped herself out of it and returned to the present where a handsome man was smiling back at her, unaware of the journey his name had taken her.

“What are you reading?” Alanna asked, gracefully recovering from her unexpected lapse.

“Just a book from this fantasy series I’m into,” Romeo responded as he took a sip from his drink. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, just some silly romance novel. I like to read them in between heavier reads,” Alanna replied.

“That’s a really good idea. I think I’ll start doing that too,” Romeo said, his eyes meeting Alanna’s.

Alanna began to feel a tingle deep inside her. She stopped her mind from merging the Romeo in front of her with the one who made her tremble with just a few keystrokes. There were two Romeo’s in her life now, and she had to keep it that way.

Alanna and Romeo sat in the coffee shop and talked. After polishing off her third cup of coffee, Alanna realized how much time had passed.

“Oh god, it’s been three hours!” She said as she unlocked her phone and realized she’d missed multiple texts and emails over that time.

“Wow, time flies. I should probably head out, but if you’re free tonight would you like to grab dinner?” Romeo asked.

Alanna beamed, “I would love dinner.”

After exchanging numbers, the two of the them went their separate ways. Alanna was practically skipping on her way back to her apartment. It was almost 4pm and she’d made plans with Romeo for dinner at 8pm. Her attempts to get chores done were for naught, as she was uncontrollably giddy and excited to see Romeo again. Alanna sat at her computer to interact with some of her fans and read their responses to her latest recommendation. She wasn’t surprised that all the feedback was positive.

Alanna began digging through her closet for her best date outfit. She settled on simple romper and heels. As she slipped on her underwear, she stopped halfway up her leg. She knew where the night was heading, so she slipped it off and put it, along with her bra, back in her dresser.

Alanna walked up to the restaurant and saw Romeo standing there in a slim pair of black jeans and button-up with clean white sneakers. Alanna saw his eyes swiftly glance down at her green romper, her nipples faintly visible beneath the thin green fabric. The two of them hugged and were seated almost immediately.

They picked up where they had left off, and instead of cups of coffee they drank glasses of wine. A few glasses in, Alanna began feeling flush and her eyes and desires were locked on Romeo. She could see the same in his eyes as the two of them finished off desert.

“I have some more wine back at mine,” Romeo said as he finished paying for dinner.

“I’d love some more wine,” Alanna replied.

Alanna had her hand arm wrapped around Romeo’s as they waited for their Lyft on the curb outside the restaurant. When the car pulled up, Alanna slid in first. Just as Romeo closed the car door and turned to face her, she slid across the middle seat and locked her lips with his. Alanna felt Romeo’s big, strong hand wrap around the small of her black, and she spun and straddled him. She began grinding on his lap and lost all sense of time, her sensations overwhelming her.

Romeo suddenly pulled away from her and Alanna was stunned and hazy before realizing that they’d made it to Romeo’s apartment. The two of them sheepishly thanked the driver as they hurried into the elevator of Romeo’s building. Just as the doors closed Alanna immediately jumped Romeo and they continued where they’d left off.

Romeo’s hands pulled Alanna in close and squeezed her ass, hungering for more. At the sound of the elevator doors opening, Romeo grabbed Alanna by the hand and pulled her through the hallway and into his apartment.

Alanna threw herself at Romeo and pinned him to the wall. He was over six feet tall and she was almost 5’5”, but when she was driven, she could overpower anyone. Romeo gladly gave in, and while Alanna was lost in his lips, she felt her romper drop to her ankles. She immediately began tearing open his shirt as he undid his belt and shimmied his pants off.

Freed of their clothes, Romeo scooped Alanna up and carried her to his bed. Romeo climbed on top of her, cupped his hands around her breasts and locked his lips around her nipple. His tongue flicked and swirled while he sucked, and upon release, he pulled gently with his teeth. Alanna gasped as he repeated his pattern over, and over again, alternating between her left and right breasts. Each pull left her nipples more sensitive and eliciting louder moans and squeals.

Alanna forcibly gathered herself and flipped Romeo around to position herself on top. She pulled his briefs down as she kissed his stomach, and when she laid eyes on his member, her mouth watered. Alanna gently kissed his pelvic bone and inched her way down towards his inner thighs. Romeo’s legs instinctively spread as his heavy balls moved with every twitch of his now erect penis.

Alanna looked up at Romeo with her doe eyes as she slowly licked from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. With a final flurry of twitches from her tongue’s journey, Alanna took Romeo fully between her lips. Pushing his girth and length deeper into her throat only added to her lust, and she went further than she thought possible.

Alanna pulled away and swirled her tongue around his tip and heard him moan, his fingers running through her hair. She smiled up at him as he took her head in his hands and brought her to his mouth, kissing her passionately, his throbbing mast pressed against the dampness between her legs.

Alanna only heard the tear of a condom wrapper before Romeo had rolled it on and she was sliding down on his thick rod. Her breath caught and she couldn’t stop from letting out a deep, uncontrolled moan as he fill her. Alanna rocked her hips as Romeo’s fingers rubbed her clit. Pleasure washed over her with every inch she moved, Romeo’s fingers amplifying every sensation.

He pulled Alanna down close and raised his knees. Alanna felt Romeo’s lips lock with hers as he started trusting faster. She felt his entire length slide almost completely out before powering in, hitting the deepest points of pleasure inside her. Romeo’s unrelenting pumps had Alanna biting into his shoulder and screaming as he pounded, ecstasy enveloped her every cell and waves crashed one atop the other. She felt Romeo’s breath catching and his thrusts sped up before a final thrust. Romeo exploded inside her, twitching with every throb, his seed filling the thing rubber enveloping his member. His arms wrapped around Alanna and he squeezed as he pumped and held himself inside her.

They remained entwined for a moment as Romeo’s breathing steadied and he slowly slid himself from inside Alanna. After an extended kiss he made his way to the bathroom. Alanna lay on Romeo’s bed, breathlessly replaying the night over and over in her mind. She ogled Romeo as he returned with water and wine, his slim, naked body gleamed. Alanna nestled into his shoulder as they lay in bed.

“That’s how I imagine the women in your stories feel,” Alanna whispered absentmindedly.

“My stories?” Romeo asked, confused.

Alanna stuttered. “Oh, shit.” She struggled for a way to recover but soon settled on the truth. “OK, So, um, I read a lot of erotica and one of my favourite authors uses your name as a pen name. I’m sorry, that’s rude of me to conflate you with them.”

Romeo squeezed Alanna’s shoulder and kissed her forehead, “No need to apologize. Actually, do you have some of these stories on you?”

Alanna started as she sat up and stared at him, her smile spread ear-to-ear.

“I’ll get my phone!” she said as she leaped off the bed, running naked into the hallway where her purse sat on the floor.

Alanna grabbed her phone and jumped back into bed, snuggling with Romeo as they began reading one of Alanna’s favourites. As they read through the story, Alanna’s left hand reached between Romeo’s legs and Romeo’s right hand reached between hers. Between gasps, Alanna read aloud. Struggling through the first story, they both agreed they were too tired to go another round and instead decided sleep.

Alanna awoke early the next morning. She rolled over and saw Romeo asleep facing away from her. Alanna sidled up behind him and reached over to embrace him. Her hand slid lower and she reveled in Romeo’s moans as she stroked him awake. Romeo spun and kissed Alanna, his throbbing member pressed firmly against her body.

“I dreamt of those stories,” Romeo whispered. “And I’m going to make them your reality.”

With a quick kiss Romeo disappeared under the covers. Before Alanna could get a word out she felt a gentle touch between her legs. She gasped as she watched Romeo’s covered head slowly moving and felt him go to work pleasuring her. His tongue pressured her clit, twirling, flicking, sucking like a painter with a brush. Romeo pinned her legs open with his arms as he took long, slow licks, dominating the canvas upon which he worked. He finished with a series of flourishes on Alanna’s clit and she felt herself lose control and screamed out and squirmed with every pulse of euphoria radiating through her body.

Romeo gingerly released Alanna and slid up her body, his face coming out from under the covers to meet hers. Alanna wrapped her legs around him as they kissed, the orgasmic deluge coursing through her.

Romeo slid off out of bed and said, “I’m going to go make some coffee. When I get back, we’re gonna turn more stories into memories.”

Alanna bit her lip and nodded. At that moment it happened. There was only one Romeo now, and she was staring at his perfect ass.