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Erotic Prompts Series

By Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago 6 min read
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I could always sense you coming. The scent of hindered shame and primal desire would always envelop and melt me into a puddle of impatience. You'll use it against me tonight. To pave the way towards another path of sultry disaster.

The clocks around the city are about to strike midnight, and the heat is sticking to my skin as soon as I step out onto the rooftop of my building. The moon and stars are hiding behind shadows, and they remind me of just how dark and sinister this urge inside of me gets. You're the first to ever try to embrace it. And the last to ever attempt it. There's something to be said about a man who could see right through you without saying a word, who uses just about everything but his touch to make you feel every thunderstorm possible.

I can feel it now. You're almost here. I can tell because my heart's rapid and ruthless beats are slowing down. My pulse simmers down to a low hum against my skin and there you are, just a few feet away, using your magnetic pull to make me turn to face you. You've done something new to hurt me. I know this because your gaze isn't on my face, but on my shaking hands. And you're not the kind of man who takes the coward's way out. Unless it came down to loving me the way you desperately wanted to.

A crackle of thunder in the sky above us makes your shoulders jump slightly, and I can't help but smirk. I wasn't the only one with storms swimming inside me, ready to unleash hell with my body and dirty whispers.

Let me start with hostile lips. You can take it from there.

"Who's legs have you been spreading this time?" I ask calmly, keeping my gaze on your face as I walk up to you and step into another torturous inferno. You always keep me on my toes, but never manage to hold my heart in your palm without breaking a sweat. I would ask why, but the answer was standing before me. You wear fear like a business suit and I could honestly say it made my thighs quiver every time.

"As if it mattered. None of them are you," you answer with a hint of sorrow in your tone, as the first drop of water hits my cheek. Not from the rain, but from the eyes you can't seem to look into without the guilt destroying you.

"Then why bother fucking them? I'm right here. I've always been right here," I tell you, as I unbuckle your belt and stroke your hard shaft right out in the open, not caring about who would see me bring you to your knees. You stiffen quickly against my palm, and your breathing grows heavy, causing you to close your eyes as you let me take some of your pain away.

"Love isn't something I can give without consequences," you reply as your patience runs thin and you pull me closer to your chest. You don't know what to do with me once you open your eyes. You're torn between letting me finish making you feel worse, or putting your dick deep inside of me. I made the decision for you. Just like you always did with me.

Block by block, the lights illuminating the streets go off and the resident of this sleepless city are now free to roam in the dark. Including us. You take full advantage and hike up my dress to your liking, giving you access to my wet folds, who are waiting to be penetrated. Your eager fingers explore me, rubbing my juices around my clit, making it throb to the point of madness.

You bite your lip after you smile, because you get off on the simple fact that I can't help but want you, need you, crave you in the most reckless and irritant ways. And I lick the soft spot under your ear to remind you of who's arms you keep running back to. You grab my behind hard, grinding your erection against my opening, giving me a taste of what's to come. I curse against the skin of your neck as the pull of an orgasm fogs my mind and you continue to flick at my nub. Your fingers pull out right before my release consumes me and I should've seen that coming. You never let me have my way. You knew if I ever managed to get it, you'd have no one else to ruin but yourself.

I take your dripping fingers, and taste myself as I slip them into my mouth and teach you a lesson about common courtesy. You fold immediately, and get down on your knees in front of me, like a knight bending at the knee at the sight of his only regret. I push you onto your back and it hits the concrete of the roof. Your lips are starving for a taste, but you've taken enough from me tonight.

You let me tug your pants down and I grin smugly at the perfect solid and thick cock I was about to slide down on. It jumps with excitement when my lips go near it, dripping with pre-come and anticipation. The tip of my tongue flicks against your shaft, taking in the streak of desire into my mouth before I look up at you. The look of desperation in your eyes makes me groan and I quickly pry my thighs apart and let your cock fill me completely. We both curse into the humid air and bustling city below us as my river of juices allows your shaft to enter me without any hardship. I didn't waste time with torture. The mistakes you made before coming to me tonight will do that for you once I'm gone.

My slick walls run up and down your cock, gripping on the hard rod as I let my nails dig into the fabric of your t-shirt. The slight drizzle of rain was a preview of what was to plague us soon, and it only encouraged me to increase my pace. I clenched my thighs, causing my inner walls to wrap tightly around you, making you grunt huskily and plunge into me without skipping a beat.

Our hands, sticky with sweat and passion, held onto each other as the rain began to pour on our heated bodies, cooling down a wildfire that could never quite be put out. I stilled as pleasure filled me, sparking every nerve ending in my body. You held onto me as you spilled your apology into my womb, your hips still crashing into mine until your cock had nothing left to give.

The need I have for you could never be satisfied with single moments like this, full of angst and sensual seductions, deep kisses and deeper wounds. You were the only one qualified to treat this illness you caused. This wasyour consequence. Not mine. I only hoped you realized it in time before our sticky fingers cling to healthier hearts.

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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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