Dirty Talk, Dark Desires
It was a hot summer evening and the air hung heavy with humidity as I walked down the street. I had just turned 20, and my body had finally grown into its full feminine glory. My long legs were toned from years of dance classes, and my small waist flared out into hips that could not be ignored. I knew I was a sight to behold, with my perky breasts pushing against the thin fabric of my tank top and my wavy brown hair cascading down my back in loose curls.
I had always been drawn to older men; there was something about their confidence and maturity that made me weak at the knees. And tonight, I had set my sights on one particular man – a handsome 45-year-old named Jack who owned the local bookstore. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
As soon as I walked into the store, I could feel his gaze on my body. I made a point of bending over slowly in front of him as I perused the shelves, giving him an ample view of my cleavage. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself discreetly, but not before I caught sight of his growing erection.
“Can I help you find something?” he asked gruffly, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. But the bulge in his pants told a different story.
I smiled coyly and walked over to him, leaning against the counter so that my breasts were just inches from his face. “I’m looking for something…exciting” I whispered, running my tongue along my bottom lip suggestively.
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting mine again. “What kind of exciting?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“The kind that makes me wet,” I replied bluntly, watching as a shiver ran through him at my words. “Do you have any books like that?”
He nodded towards the back corner of the store, where several shelves were dedicated to erotica. “Over there” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I sauntered over to the section, feeling his gaze on me as I browsed through the titles. My body was tingling with anticipation and desire; it had been too long since I’d felt truly desired by a man like this. And I knew that Jack would be more than capable of satisfying my needs.
As if reading my mind, he appeared beside me, his hand brushing against mine as we reached for the same book. “This one is good,” he said, holding up a copy of “50 Shades of Grey.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?” I asked skeptically.
He chuckled and leaned in closer to me. “No, not really” he admitted. “But it’s a good place to start if you want something…vanilla.” His breath was warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“I don’t want vanilla” I said softly, turning to face him. Our bodies were just inches apart now; I could feel the heat radiating from his skin and smell the faint scent of aftershave on his jawline. “I want something dirty.”
His eyes darkened at my words, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair away from my face. The touch was intimate and sent electricity coursing through me; I knew that we were both thinking the same thing – that this conversation had gone far beyond innocent flirtation.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand was still on my cheek, cupping it gently as if afraid to let go.
I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
His pupils dilated at my words, and he groaned softly before pulling me into a deep kiss. Our tongues danced together urgently, exploring each other’s mouths as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Within moments, we were tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.
He lifted me up onto the counter, spreading my legs apart so that he could stand between them. His fingers found their way inside of me; I was already dripping wet and eager for more. He stroked me gently at first before increasing his pace, making me moan loudly as pleasure washed over me in waves.
“Fuck” I gasped, throwing my head back in ecstasy. “Yes, just like that.”
He chuckled darkly against my neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled before nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine and made me even more desperate to feel him inside of me.
“Please” I begged, grinding myself against his hand. “I need you now.”
He didn’t hesitate; within seconds, he had pulled out a condom from his wallet and was rolling it on. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts before finally plunging deep inside of me. We both moaned in pleasure as our bodies became one, moving together in perfect harmony.
The sex was intense – raw and primal, just like I’d imagined it would be. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slapping against mine with each thrust. It wasn’t long before we were both on the brink of release; my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and trembling in its wake.
He followed closely behind, groaning loudly as he filled the condom inside of me. His body shuddered with pleasure before collapsing against mine, our hearts beating wildly together in sync.
We stayed there like that for several minutes – panting heavily and savoring the post-coital bliss that surrounded us. Eventually, reality set back in; we reluctantly pulled ourselves apart and began to get dressed once more.
As I walked out of the bookstore with a satisfied grin on my face, Jack called after me. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked hopefully.
I laughed and looked over my shoulder at him. “You’d better be ready for round two” I replied before blowing him a kiss and disappearing into the night.
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