It's my very very very first story, first time at even attempting a story. I just had to let some of it out of my head. It's just a first chapter and isn't very sexual. Not really looking for harsh critisicm as I don't think i will post it on Lit but just thoughts would be nice. Thanks Guys. xox LL
It's called "Parallel"
A long time ago we met, wondered around an art gallery and sat on a bus for a while. I was young, curious but young. He was a little older, and interested in much more than my mind was capable of conceiving.
Time passed, we didn't meet again, but had the occasional teasing email or phone conversation.
He always seemed wise to me , wise but cheeky. Something in his voice, his laugh was comforting to me.
However, there have been a couple of men in my life who due to timing, never became more than friends. Jack moved to an island not far away but a very expensive plane trip away. I think knowing that meeting was unrealistic made it easier for me to live in fantasy.
He came back for about a week while i was living away from home, we were meant to meet, but something more important came up for him so we didn't. Who knows what would have happened that night if he had come by, as i said.. all comes down to timing.
Now though, he lives 5 minutes down the road, from $3000 dollars away to 5 minutes down the road. So why haven't i gone to see him? I have been in a relationship for about 5 months, with someone I was friends with for a couple of years. Funny actually, i only met him once or twice before we got together, and had no interest in him at the very beginning.. just like Jack.
I live with family at the moment so the sex life isn't as great as i'd like it to be, my bf can't let his inhibitions go because he's worried we'll get caught, and i can't let mine go because i'm rather self conscious, I'm quite adventurous though, and i think he is too. Jack however, has an insatiable appetite. He's also seeying someone, someone he claims to be in love with but he also says that he's there for me (sexually) any time i'm ready. I don't quite understand that.
I haven't been willing to go there though, the guilt would eat me from the inside and it would rot my relationship. This coming weekend though, Jack is going to give me a massage (i'm in desperate need) a purely professional massage... or so i thought, who was i kidding.
As far as i remembered there was no chemistry on my part between me and jack, there was an emotional sexual attraction, but not a physical one, but i was still nervous, i've always been very indecisive and had that "the grass is always greener" tune going on in my mind. The thought of another mans warm strong hands working on my body made my body betray my mind. My boyfriend doesn't massage me much
plus jack has a table.
The boyfriend was going away with friends for the long weekend (he thought he'd have more fun if i wasn't there, haha if only he knew how much fun he could have) . I was getting ready to go to Jack's place, it was freezing but i didn't rug up too much, just a skirt and a silky nylon singlet with lace at the top, i wore a big jumper tho. I was trying to decide wether to put sexy underwear on, i didn't want to appear as though i wanted him to be turned on by it but i love sexy underwear, and part of me loved the thought of him seeying it.
My heart was beating surprisingly fast as i walked up to his front door, he opened it with a smile and a coffee in his hand, i relaxed instantly. We chatted and sipped our drinks for a bit before the massage, even though it all felt very casual and friendly yet professional there was still tension, like he was already thinking about being inside me, and that made everything feel wrong.
He left me to get unchanged in the room and get comfortable on the table, he had a few scented candles on and the lights were dimmed, some relaxing music was playing, lamb or portis head i think. He gently knocked on the door and asked if i was ready, i replied with a "yes".
"What type of massage do you want this evening?" he asked. I got a bit worried "what do you mean?" He laughed, knowing i was nervous
" I mean, shoulders, feet, full body?"
"Oh" i giggled nervously "shoulders, neck and back please".
I could hear him warming up the oil in his hands, i noticed while i was getting unchanged that he had a few different oils and creams, i smelt a few, one smelt very familiar to one i had at home that i got from an adultshop. He spread his warm hands down the length of my back, and I instantly stopped thinking. The oil smelt like jasmine, which is apparently an aphrodisiac. He started with gentle strokes, but as he began to feel some spots that needed particular attention he worked into a more remedial deep tissue method, it felt great and i really needed it.
I was in a bit of pain but totally relaxed, and after about an hour, he was done with my neck and shoulder and upper back, I think he did my arms as well, I was half asleep at this point and barely even noticed what he was doing . That is until his warm, large , comforting hands slid there way down to the top of my butt. I paniced for a moment and froze, he could feel me freeze up so he moved his hands back up to my neck and whispered in my hear " It's ok, it's just for you to relax, i won't try anything dodgy" As it happens, the glutes are one of the most abandoned parts of a massage and need quite a bit of work, so he stroked his hands back down to my lower back. He moved to the side of the table, and moved the sheet so that one of my cheeks was exposed, i felt a chill until he started working his palms on me.
I couldn't help it, having someone, in some ways a stranger, with the warmth and the scent and the relaxation i couldn't help but feel intoxicated, turned on even.
Then i snapped out of it when i felt him tricle some oil down my butt and it trickled past my asshole down my pussy , it felt devine. He could hear my breathing become slower and deeper and he gently trailed his warm wet finger down my warm wet pussy lips. Fuck, the taboo of what we were doing mixed with how wet i already was from the massage made me almost cum that second. He was magic with his hands, dipped his middle finger deep into my pussy, which made me raise my hips involuntarily, then i was gone, he was rubbing my moist, swollen clit with his fingers. I barely managed to get the words out "Jack.. i can't" "Shhh baby, just relax" he said, I hate it when they say relax. He poured some more of the oil down my butt, while still circuling my clit with his fingers. Then he asked me to turn around, I don't know why but i did.
He finally released my pussy from his damn delicious fingers, put some more oil on his hands and started massaging my subtle, pert breasts and gently tweaked my already hard nipples. My breasts aren't usually sensitive but the coolness of them mixed with the warmth of the oil and the thrill of it all, had me as turned on as ever. Then he did it, he gently kissed down my neck and told me how long he'd wanted me for. I was gone, all other thoughts disappeared and even I was surprised of what came out of my mouth. "I want you inside me please.."
He moved to the end of the table and pulled me down by the hips so that my legs were dangling off the table, he lowered his head so his mouth was inches away from my dripping pussy and said "Not yet" (always was a damn tease) Just as i was about to yell at him he stroked my clit with his tongue, ever so gently and i couldn't take it anymore. I sat up and almost jumped him, I gave him the deepest, most sensual and sexual kiss ever, and i lowered my hand to where i knew his bulge would be and begged him again "please..."
Didn't have to ask a third time, he dropped his pants quicker than anything and rested the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I was beyong the point of teasing and lowered myself onto his cock, the sound he made was devine, it was such a sigh of satisfaction, he slowly stroked all the way inside me, then out to the tip and hard back in. It was devine, and went on for about ten minutes, but i was ready for something else. There was a rug underneath the table.. i hopped off the table and got down on the floor, on my hands and kness with my ass pointing in his direction...
It's called "Parallel"
A long time ago we met, wondered around an art gallery and sat on a bus for a while. I was young, curious but young. He was a little older, and interested in much more than my mind was capable of conceiving.
Time passed, we didn't meet again, but had the occasional teasing email or phone conversation.
He always seemed wise to me , wise but cheeky. Something in his voice, his laugh was comforting to me.
However, there have been a couple of men in my life who due to timing, never became more than friends. Jack moved to an island not far away but a very expensive plane trip away. I think knowing that meeting was unrealistic made it easier for me to live in fantasy.
He came back for about a week while i was living away from home, we were meant to meet, but something more important came up for him so we didn't. Who knows what would have happened that night if he had come by, as i said.. all comes down to timing.
Now though, he lives 5 minutes down the road, from $3000 dollars away to 5 minutes down the road. So why haven't i gone to see him? I have been in a relationship for about 5 months, with someone I was friends with for a couple of years. Funny actually, i only met him once or twice before we got together, and had no interest in him at the very beginning.. just like Jack.
I live with family at the moment so the sex life isn't as great as i'd like it to be, my bf can't let his inhibitions go because he's worried we'll get caught, and i can't let mine go because i'm rather self conscious, I'm quite adventurous though, and i think he is too. Jack however, has an insatiable appetite. He's also seeying someone, someone he claims to be in love with but he also says that he's there for me (sexually) any time i'm ready. I don't quite understand that.
I haven't been willing to go there though, the guilt would eat me from the inside and it would rot my relationship. This coming weekend though, Jack is going to give me a massage (i'm in desperate need) a purely professional massage... or so i thought, who was i kidding.
As far as i remembered there was no chemistry on my part between me and jack, there was an emotional sexual attraction, but not a physical one, but i was still nervous, i've always been very indecisive and had that "the grass is always greener" tune going on in my mind. The thought of another mans warm strong hands working on my body made my body betray my mind. My boyfriend doesn't massage me much
plus jack has a table.The boyfriend was going away with friends for the long weekend (he thought he'd have more fun if i wasn't there, haha if only he knew how much fun he could have) . I was getting ready to go to Jack's place, it was freezing but i didn't rug up too much, just a skirt and a silky nylon singlet with lace at the top, i wore a big jumper tho. I was trying to decide wether to put sexy underwear on, i didn't want to appear as though i wanted him to be turned on by it but i love sexy underwear, and part of me loved the thought of him seeying it.
My heart was beating surprisingly fast as i walked up to his front door, he opened it with a smile and a coffee in his hand, i relaxed instantly. We chatted and sipped our drinks for a bit before the massage, even though it all felt very casual and friendly yet professional there was still tension, like he was already thinking about being inside me, and that made everything feel wrong.
He left me to get unchanged in the room and get comfortable on the table, he had a few scented candles on and the lights were dimmed, some relaxing music was playing, lamb or portis head i think. He gently knocked on the door and asked if i was ready, i replied with a "yes".
"What type of massage do you want this evening?" he asked. I got a bit worried "what do you mean?" He laughed, knowing i was nervous
" I mean, shoulders, feet, full body?"
"Oh" i giggled nervously "shoulders, neck and back please".
I could hear him warming up the oil in his hands, i noticed while i was getting unchanged that he had a few different oils and creams, i smelt a few, one smelt very familiar to one i had at home that i got from an adultshop. He spread his warm hands down the length of my back, and I instantly stopped thinking. The oil smelt like jasmine, which is apparently an aphrodisiac. He started with gentle strokes, but as he began to feel some spots that needed particular attention he worked into a more remedial deep tissue method, it felt great and i really needed it.
I was in a bit of pain but totally relaxed, and after about an hour, he was done with my neck and shoulder and upper back, I think he did my arms as well, I was half asleep at this point and barely even noticed what he was doing . That is until his warm, large , comforting hands slid there way down to the top of my butt. I paniced for a moment and froze, he could feel me freeze up so he moved his hands back up to my neck and whispered in my hear " It's ok, it's just for you to relax, i won't try anything dodgy" As it happens, the glutes are one of the most abandoned parts of a massage and need quite a bit of work, so he stroked his hands back down to my lower back. He moved to the side of the table, and moved the sheet so that one of my cheeks was exposed, i felt a chill until he started working his palms on me.
I couldn't help it, having someone, in some ways a stranger, with the warmth and the scent and the relaxation i couldn't help but feel intoxicated, turned on even.
Then i snapped out of it when i felt him tricle some oil down my butt and it trickled past my asshole down my pussy , it felt devine. He could hear my breathing become slower and deeper and he gently trailed his warm wet finger down my warm wet pussy lips. Fuck, the taboo of what we were doing mixed with how wet i already was from the massage made me almost cum that second. He was magic with his hands, dipped his middle finger deep into my pussy, which made me raise my hips involuntarily, then i was gone, he was rubbing my moist, swollen clit with his fingers. I barely managed to get the words out "Jack.. i can't" "Shhh baby, just relax" he said, I hate it when they say relax. He poured some more of the oil down my butt, while still circuling my clit with his fingers. Then he asked me to turn around, I don't know why but i did.
He finally released my pussy from his damn delicious fingers, put some more oil on his hands and started massaging my subtle, pert breasts and gently tweaked my already hard nipples. My breasts aren't usually sensitive but the coolness of them mixed with the warmth of the oil and the thrill of it all, had me as turned on as ever. Then he did it, he gently kissed down my neck and told me how long he'd wanted me for. I was gone, all other thoughts disappeared and even I was surprised of what came out of my mouth. "I want you inside me please.."
He moved to the end of the table and pulled me down by the hips so that my legs were dangling off the table, he lowered his head so his mouth was inches away from my dripping pussy and said "Not yet" (always was a damn tease) Just as i was about to yell at him he stroked my clit with his tongue, ever so gently and i couldn't take it anymore. I sat up and almost jumped him, I gave him the deepest, most sensual and sexual kiss ever, and i lowered my hand to where i knew his bulge would be and begged him again "please..."
Didn't have to ask a third time, he dropped his pants quicker than anything and rested the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I was beyong the point of teasing and lowered myself onto his cock, the sound he made was devine, it was such a sigh of satisfaction, he slowly stroked all the way inside me, then out to the tip and hard back in. It was devine, and went on for about ten minutes, but i was ready for something else. There was a rug underneath the table.. i hopped off the table and got down on the floor, on my hands and kness with my ass pointing in his direction...
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