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Skin Echoes

Erotic Prompt Series

By Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago 9 min read
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I have no idea why I'm at your door tonight. No. That's a lie. I know exactly why. And apparently you do too. You open the door as if you knew who was about to knock. Maybe you did. Maybe you saw me coming. Maybe you've been waiting for me all along. Maybe you've found someone else. None of those scenarios stopped me from finding you after we ran into each other again. Someone had to make the next move, and I wanted to be that person tonight.

"Are you going to come in or do you want to do this out here in the open?" you ask intently, burning me instantly with just a smoldering look. You have a drink in your hand, ice cubes clinking against the glass as you step aside to let me in. I don't blame you for trying to take the edge off. I needed to be here. Maybe part of you knew that too.

You smell like rich mahogany and trouble as I pass by you. My lips feel dry instantly. Your gaze finds mine as you pour me a glass of whatever it is you're drinking and I take the chance to look around your penthouse. It screamed of a high-maintenance man, who loved to throw away his money on frivolous things that meant nothing. The person you became is nothing like the self-less man who saved my life not so long ago.

You could see the city through your floor-to-ceiling windows, still buzzing, still pushing through the evening, despite the late hour, just like her. Her entire body was humming with awareness and it only made it that much harder to breathe around you.

"Breathtaking view," I mention as I look up at the night sky and you hand me the drink. You stand behind me, enveloping me in your sinful scent as I take a sip from the stiff drink and let it burn down my throat.

"I bought this because it reminded me of you," you confess into my ear, and I close my eyes as I remember our first and last night together. We'd been stuck in an elevator, in the middle of a heatwave. I didn't do well in enclosed spaces, and as luck would have it, you were a doctor. You kept me calm. You kept me sane. You gave me the hope I'd been looking for that night. You had no idea I was heading to the roof of my apartment building, just so I could set myself free from the lifestyle I'd been addicted to since I was a teenager. I'd made up my mind to end my life the same night you saved it. And I always wondered what I did to deserve the kindness you showed me in that moment.

"I'm sorry I disappeared but—" I begin but you turn me around, so I can face you and you end my breathing with a heated kiss. I should pull away. I should explain why I disappeared for so long. Your skin-melting tongue kiss wont let me. My entire body has been lit with your fire and I'm afraid I'll have to put it out before our conversation could continue.

I tug at your tie, you pull at my waist, grinding me closer to your erection. I'd spent most of my life getting men off for a living. Entering a sick and repulsive industry that exploited sex and diminished intimacy. You kiss me like I mean something to you. You have no idea how much it turns me on. But I intend on showing you.

You allow me to untie your belt, but nothing more after that. You pin my hands above my head against the glass behind me and begin to kiss your way down my neck. My nipples harden the moment your mouth hovers over them. You use your teeth to unbutton my blouse to gain access to my breasts. Once you have it, you use your hand to spring my tits out of my bra and you ravish my taut peaks, sucking on them until my clit begins to pulse for you.

You rest your forehead against my full breasts as you tug down my skirt and white lace panties, letting them pool at my feet. My fingers run through your slicked back hair as your fingers dip inside of me. My knees grow weak but you catch me with your body, encasing me against the glass as you keep slipping your fingers in and out of my wet folds.

I can't look away from your aroused gaze. It surprises me only because I've lost count of how many men I had to look away from while they did whatever they wanted with my body for an hour. It was the only way I could push through the next sixty minutes while I swallowed down the disgust I had for not only the married men who slept with me, but for myself, who couldn't seem to feel the self-destruction I had set up all around me.

Self-induced chaos was the only way I knew I was still breathing.

My back arches once I feel your fingertips flick at my g-spot. I feel like I'm swimming in heaven, drowning in pleasure and satisfaction. You feel the same. I can see it in your eyes as your pace increases and I get wetter than I ever have before. You need me to come. To make sure this is real.

I slip my hand into your slacks and bring out your hard cock from your briefs. You're stiff and already dripping with pre-come. I smile once I hear your sigh of relief when I start to stroke you. Your face is now buried into my neck and your fingers rub circles over my clit. I'm so close, but I don't want this to end so quickly. So I pull your fingers out of me and place them over your lips, giving you a taste of how my body reacts to you. Your cock grows harder in my hand as you lick your fingertips. Your tongue darts out of your mouth to lick the excess off your lips right before you pick me up and carry me over to your grand piano.

You hoist me right on top and open my legs, my opening glistening underneath the chandelier light above me. Your moan makes me even more wet as your mouth grows closer and closer to my soaking mound. Once your tongue dives right into me, I gasp loudly as I try to keep still beneath you. You make it hard when you lick at me as if I was your only source of beverage in the desert. I'm okay with being your fountain, as long as you're the only one who drinks from me.

You rub and lick and suck until my body stills for its incoming release. I hold my breath and whimper as I squirt my juices all over your face. You rub your own into my nectar, against my sensitive flesh and lick me dry. I kiss you once you're done and help me get down from your piano. You hold me against you as if you know I'm ready to go. I suppose I would've been, had you been another satisfied customer. You weren't, of course. You didn't like hurting me to fill the void of being lonely, like the other men who paid for it.

You escort me towards your sofa and sit on the arm rest as you look up at me as if you intend on keeping someone like me. I wasn't the type to be kept, but the thought of waking up to an honorable man like you every morning didn't sound too bad.

I felt safe in your hands, and trust was hard to come by in the business I used to be in. You sensed that in me that night in the elevator. I refused to let you near me, but you kept your distance and kept on talking me through the horrible experience. You never approached me with aggression in your gaze or intimidation in your steps. But with understanding and compassion instead. I'd been with so many men by the time I set eyes on you, I was beginning to get tunnel vision, thinking all of you were the same.

"I used to be an escort. The kind that got paid by the hour. I had just finished coming from one of the...uncomfortable appointments the night we met," I blurt out, wanting to get this burden off my chest before we continued. "I was planning on jumping off the building the moment I stepped out of the elevator and I'm sorry I just ruined this entire experience for the both of us," I finish and watch for any signs of disgust in your eyes. There weren't any and the heart I'd grown to suppress swelled with joy.

"Is that why you looked so sad that night?" you ask, and I blink away the tears burning my eyes as I look away from you. You don't need to see me like this, broken and defeated. I need you to see the new woman I had become, a woman who wore her confidence in her eyes and not her heels.

"You saved me. And I hated you for it for a long time. But I got out. I got help and I'm much better off now than before," I explain and feel my body relax when I feel your thumbs wipe away my tears, slowly caressing my cheeks in the process. I lean into your touch and it feels like home; a comfortable fortress I'd give anything to keep.

"I'm happy to have changed your mind, but I have to admit, I'm sort of angry that you wanted to deprive me of your company for so long because of your occupation," you claim as your eyebrows furrow and your expression turns serious.

"I know. I should've thanked you—"

"Gratitude is the farthest thing I ever wanted from you." you reply sternly as you sit me on your lap and place a kiss against the skin on my breast. I close my eyes as you nuzzle your nose against my flesh and I feel the tears begin to fall down my cheeks.

"I'm glad we ran into each other again," I whisper into your ear, and moan once I feel your teeth graze over my nipples. I lick my lips and hold your head closer to my chest as you bring them back into your mouth.

"Likewise," you reply, grinning against my skin as you turn me around and plunge right into me from behind. I gasp loudly from the amount of stimulation your cock is filling me with and I begin to round my hips against you. You grunt and place a hand on my shoulder as you grind deep into my core. We both moan loudly into the thick air around us as you use your free hand to rub my clit. I ride your hand and your cock at the same time and almost lose my mind from the wired rope coiling inside of me from the desperation.

I feel my inner walls clamp around your hard shaft, pulling you in deeper, milking you until you can't hold back any longer. You spank me hard as you come inside of me, filling me with your warm seed, and I feel my nectar envelop your cock as it keeps drilling me. Once we're both spent, our bodies turn towards each other and our mouths collide, slowly slipping into another life-changing moment full of promises.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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