Well, I've always written stories in my mind then of course forgotten them. I daydream and fantasise alot, but I've never realy written much. I read erotica quite a bit, good erotica is a huge turnon for me. So I thought I would try writing. I've tried the volunteer editor program, I couldn't get any responses to my response soooo here you go, 1 original story. I know I can't spell, and I have terrible grammar but oh well. If ya'll like it I'll submit it and possibly others. Kinda short and sweet. It was for a friend and written by request, was her fantasy. I tend to be more....graphic.
There is a soft breeze passing over us as we sit and chat away. Two young lovers watching the mid-summer sunset from a parkbench, cuddled up to oneanother. That's just what a passerby would say when they saw us, it's what we want them to see. But there are no passerby's near our bench. We are far enough off the path to just be seen as outlines to the ocassional travler on that blacktop path that cuts and winds through the trees. I am enjoying the strawberry scent of your silken hair as it brushes my face tickling me in the breeze. You know I love it when you use that strawberry scented shampoo. I can hold you for hours nestled against you breathing in the scent of you mixed with strawberrys. I can't help but to brush your hair to the side and gaze at the soft skin of your neck, I know better but I tilt my head slighlty and press my lips to your neck kissing slowly. You gasp slightly and playfuly slap my free hand which was resting against your stomach holding you to me. "We don't want any attention.'', you say, "We don't want anyone thinking we are being naughty", you remind me. I playfuly laugh at the idea and lean against the wooden backing of the bench.
An odd thought passes about how wrinkled your dress all bunched up in the back is going to be, but I don't mention it out loud. We talk about the park and small things as time passes slowly for us, it realy is nice at sunset in the park. I am glad you talked me into coming here, it took some doing it but you knew you could tempt me. Usualy you win those conversations and often times my resistance is only feigned. I watch you hands reach back and grip the bench behind me as you squeeze and flex teasing me. I have such a hard time resisting your charms, I could never deny the woman I love of the things she truly desire. Sometimes it takes convincing me, sometimes bribes are given, sometimes you resort to blackmail. I doubt you would tell anyone those truly embarassing stories you have come to collect over the years on me. But after all these years that I have known you, I still find you are unpredictable. Its one of the many characteristics about you I adore. I would never admit it but I have no resistance when it comes to you, I would do anything to make you happy. I know better than to admit it, knowing you it would end up getting us into trouble. I am the more predictable one of the two of us and often times its me keeping you out of trouble.
As you giggle playfuly and wiggle in my lap I can't help but tense up. You stop your movement to tease me once again, turning to kiss my lips softly and caress my face with your hands. I tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you. How intelligent and sexy you are. You have heard it a million times from me but you still smile at my comments. Skillfuly you turn around in my lap and I ask, "What about someone seeing us?". Your reply is a throaty laugh and you patiently inform me the sun has already gone down and it is quite dark already. I hadn't noticed. As you rock softly against me, your dress covers us. We smile at one another and whisper words of love before gripping each other tightly, our faces burried against each others necks and staying completely still just squeezing and holding onto one another. As if there were nothing else in the world but each other and our love we just hold still wishing our feelings would never change, wishing the world would leave us alone and that the moment of our love would last forever.
There is a soft breeze passing over us as we sit and chat away. Two young lovers watching the mid-summer sunset from a parkbench, cuddled up to oneanother. That's just what a passerby would say when they saw us, it's what we want them to see. But there are no passerby's near our bench. We are far enough off the path to just be seen as outlines to the ocassional travler on that blacktop path that cuts and winds through the trees. I am enjoying the strawberry scent of your silken hair as it brushes my face tickling me in the breeze. You know I love it when you use that strawberry scented shampoo. I can hold you for hours nestled against you breathing in the scent of you mixed with strawberrys. I can't help but to brush your hair to the side and gaze at the soft skin of your neck, I know better but I tilt my head slighlty and press my lips to your neck kissing slowly. You gasp slightly and playfuly slap my free hand which was resting against your stomach holding you to me. "We don't want any attention.'', you say, "We don't want anyone thinking we are being naughty", you remind me. I playfuly laugh at the idea and lean against the wooden backing of the bench.
An odd thought passes about how wrinkled your dress all bunched up in the back is going to be, but I don't mention it out loud. We talk about the park and small things as time passes slowly for us, it realy is nice at sunset in the park. I am glad you talked me into coming here, it took some doing it but you knew you could tempt me. Usualy you win those conversations and often times my resistance is only feigned. I watch you hands reach back and grip the bench behind me as you squeeze and flex teasing me. I have such a hard time resisting your charms, I could never deny the woman I love of the things she truly desire. Sometimes it takes convincing me, sometimes bribes are given, sometimes you resort to blackmail. I doubt you would tell anyone those truly embarassing stories you have come to collect over the years on me. But after all these years that I have known you, I still find you are unpredictable. Its one of the many characteristics about you I adore. I would never admit it but I have no resistance when it comes to you, I would do anything to make you happy. I know better than to admit it, knowing you it would end up getting us into trouble. I am the more predictable one of the two of us and often times its me keeping you out of trouble.
As you giggle playfuly and wiggle in my lap I can't help but tense up. You stop your movement to tease me once again, turning to kiss my lips softly and caress my face with your hands. I tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you. How intelligent and sexy you are. You have heard it a million times from me but you still smile at my comments. Skillfuly you turn around in my lap and I ask, "What about someone seeing us?". Your reply is a throaty laugh and you patiently inform me the sun has already gone down and it is quite dark already. I hadn't noticed. As you rock softly against me, your dress covers us. We smile at one another and whisper words of love before gripping each other tightly, our faces burried against each others necks and staying completely still just squeezing and holding onto one another. As if there were nothing else in the world but each other and our love we just hold still wishing our feelings would never change, wishing the world would leave us alone and that the moment of our love would last forever.
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