ErikaKane
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This is only my second story, and I'm looking for a few opinions. What am I doing right, and what else could I be doing? I'm nowhere near done, but I'd like to know whether what I've done so far is any good. Here goes.....
Samyre
He was beautiful. I had noticed the man staring at me around the same time he noticed the tattoo snaking down my abdomen and ino my skirt. He had the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen, coupled with a wide, sensual mouth and a beautifully strong jawline. His sun-darkened skin was only a few shades lighter than my own cinnamon tone. His hair was just a touch too long, inky black and wavy. Once I was able to tear my gaze from his face, I saw that the rest of him was just as beautiful. He was about a foot taller than my own 5'1”, and with his lithe, yet muscular, body, probably weighed in at around 190. I also noticed that he was packing. Big time. At some point during his perusal of my charms, he had become aroused, and if my so-far perfect man was lacking anything, this definitely wasn't it.
His obvious attraction to me was also understandable. With pert 34C breasts sitting atop a slim waist and juicy hips and thighs, I was definitely stacked. The 40” ass that completed the package was just icing on the cake. On my otherwise small frame, it looked almost cartoonish, but I had never gotten any complaints and I enjoyed the attention it garnered. Adding to my allure were my full, pouty lips and almond shaped eyes, which gave me an exotic look. My loose auburn curls and the blazing amber of my eyes hinted at the wildness within me, a seeming invitation, to most men, to try to tame me.
Over the years, many of them had tried, and all had failed. Some had pleased me, sure, but none had taken me to the brink of ecstacy, again and again, until I couldn't stand it, before finally taking me over that precipice. All had seemed to love playing with my brea
sts, but none had teased and suckled my sensitive nipples until I was dripping with need. Not one had ever ridden me, cock buried in my ass, until I begged him never to stop. They definitely hadn't tied me to the four-poster bed I had bought with that hope in mind, with the silk scarves I kept just for that purpose, and proceeded to tease me senseless and make love to me all night. None had embraced my wildness, or even thought to.
Somehow, though, I was sure it would be different with him. He would fulfill all of my fantasies and then some. He'd teach me things I'd never dreamed of and take me to heights I'd never imagined. I envisioned him loving me for days on end, with only brief breaks taken to eat and sleep. I was brought out of my reverie when he began to approach me. He was carelessly graceful, and the confidence apparent in his stride made my knees weak. Everything about him screamed “strength” and I loved it! I was wet with anticipation, and he hadn't even spoken to me yet.
As he moved closer, so that I could hear him in the crowded room, his body pressed against mine. The feel of his body, combined with his spicy, masculine scent, sent chills down my spine. I was in heaven. It was obvious that he was experiencing some of the same sensations, given the time that passed before he spoke. Finally, he leaned even closer to me and introduced himself as Luc. His deep, honeyed voice entranced me, leaving me barely able to whisper my own name, Samyre.
Samyre
He was beautiful. I had noticed the man staring at me around the same time he noticed the tattoo snaking down my abdomen and ino my skirt. He had the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen, coupled with a wide, sensual mouth and a beautifully strong jawline. His sun-darkened skin was only a few shades lighter than my own cinnamon tone. His hair was just a touch too long, inky black and wavy. Once I was able to tear my gaze from his face, I saw that the rest of him was just as beautiful. He was about a foot taller than my own 5'1”, and with his lithe, yet muscular, body, probably weighed in at around 190. I also noticed that he was packing. Big time. At some point during his perusal of my charms, he had become aroused, and if my so-far perfect man was lacking anything, this definitely wasn't it.
His obvious attraction to me was also understandable. With pert 34C breasts sitting atop a slim waist and juicy hips and thighs, I was definitely stacked. The 40” ass that completed the package was just icing on the cake. On my otherwise small frame, it looked almost cartoonish, but I had never gotten any complaints and I enjoyed the attention it garnered. Adding to my allure were my full, pouty lips and almond shaped eyes, which gave me an exotic look. My loose auburn curls and the blazing amber of my eyes hinted at the wildness within me, a seeming invitation, to most men, to try to tame me.
Over the years, many of them had tried, and all had failed. Some had pleased me, sure, but none had taken me to the brink of ecstacy, again and again, until I couldn't stand it, before finally taking me over that precipice. All had seemed to love playing with my brea
sts, but none had teased and suckled my sensitive nipples until I was dripping with need. Not one had ever ridden me, cock buried in my ass, until I begged him never to stop. They definitely hadn't tied me to the four-poster bed I had bought with that hope in mind, with the silk scarves I kept just for that purpose, and proceeded to tease me senseless and make love to me all night. None had embraced my wildness, or even thought to.
Somehow, though, I was sure it would be different with him. He would fulfill all of my fantasies and then some. He'd teach me things I'd never dreamed of and take me to heights I'd never imagined. I envisioned him loving me for days on end, with only brief breaks taken to eat and sleep. I was brought out of my reverie when he began to approach me. He was carelessly graceful, and the confidence apparent in his stride made my knees weak. Everything about him screamed “strength” and I loved it! I was wet with anticipation, and he hadn't even spoken to me yet.
As he moved closer, so that I could hear him in the crowded room, his body pressed against mine. The feel of his body, combined with his spicy, masculine scent, sent chills down my spine. I was in heaven. It was obvious that he was experiencing some of the same sensations, given the time that passed before he spoke. Finally, he leaned even closer to me and introduced himself as Luc. His deep, honeyed voice entranced me, leaving me barely able to whisper my own name, Samyre.