Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

It was a dark rainy night, and Carl Watkins was riding home on the bus. He could only think of the cold, lonely apartment that awaited him, of the lonely dinner in front of the TV.

He just happened to look up during his dull musings and that’s when he saw her looking at him. She was of medium height, dark glossy hair pulled into a ponytail. She had a beautiful figure and was dressed in a tailored suit.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Without thinking about it, Carl got up and walked over to her and asked if he could sit down beside her. She nodded.

As Carl sat down, she looked at him with such intensity and desire that he almost missed the seat.

After Carl had sat down she reached over and placed her hand on his thigh. Not knowing what to do exactly, he put his hand on hers.

Continuing to look at him with intense desire, she said, “I need someone tonight. Will you help me?”

Carl swallowed and replied, “Sure, what can I do for you?”. Even though he already suspected what she wanted.

“Get off at the next stop with me” she said and looked away from him.

They got off at the next stop and walked down the street in the rain to a small hotel.

She said in a small, commanding voice, “Please check us in and please don’t ask any questions.”.

As Carl went to check in, he wondered about her strong desire for a stranger.

As they were going up the elevator she said, ”Pretend you’re my lover and this is our anniversary of our first date. And please, no questions, just play the part”.

Carl wondered at this little role-playing but still complied with her request. They walked down the hall to the room as lovers would, in each other’s arms, trying to be as close to each other as possible.

As they got to the room, she said, “Give me a couple of minutes, then I’ll let you in”. Carl let her in the room and waited. Five minutes later she called and he let himself in.

She was moving around the room in pink, almost transparent underwear. The room was white and pale gray with green fittings in the bathroom. The bed was broad enough for a whole orgy it seemed.

The broad windows looked down into the street where an occasional neon light flashed in the distance.

Slowly undressing, he looked her over appreciatively. She moved towards him and twirled round in a little pirouette in front of him.

“How’s that?”, she asked.

Through the tight, high-holding brassiere he could see her erect nipples, darker than the surrounding skin which pushed it outwards in a balloon-like tautness. Pink panties held her butt in a tight embrace like another layer of skin, revealing half of the orbs, and through the front he saw her clean shaven pussy. His heart started to beat faster.

“Lovely”, Carl said, “But I want to see them off”.

“Why? Am I making you hot?”, she asked with a sensual laugh.

He just smiled and took off his clothes. As soon as he removed his boxers, his cock shot up stiffly into the air.

“You’re really quite an athlete,” she said, looking over his body and then letting her dark eyes rest on his stiff member. “I hope you’re capable of a good athletic performance”.

Carl smirked, then moved towards her and said, “You’re very beautiful even with them on, I hope seeing them off isn’t a disappointment”.

“It won’t be”, she said enticingly.

Carl reached for her and she moved into his arms, hot and sweet-smelling. She was one of those women who, as soon as a man touches her, seems to melt to a jelly, to tremble and whimper with excitement.

He felt her body shivering against him as he unhooked the brassiere and heard her murmur with unrestrained passion.

The bra came away and fell to the floor and now he felt her plump, soft breasts against him with the nipples pushing heavily and digging in my chest.

“Oh, Oh”, she murmured as he ran his hands in a long caress over her back, bringing his fingertips up her spine and then moving them around to feel her breasts, soft and smooth under the palms of his hands.

Carl squeezed them gently and massaged the nipples, which grew hard and erect under his gentle manipulation.

“Oh babe”, she whispered. She was trembling from head to toe. He could feel her thighs trembling against his cock, which was snuggled against the soft heat of her pussy.

He ran his hands down her back and gently pushed and pulled the panties down over her ass, feeling them slide reluctantly off her hips.

She gave a little wriggle of help and then shook her thighs so that they slipped down and fell to the floor. Gasping a little, she stepped out of them, leaving them in a pink, crumpled pile on the floor, forgotten.

Carl rubbed her bottom gently in a little, circle gesture over the crack which separated the two cheeks. She began to wriggle against him and put her arms around his neck, murmuring little animal noises all the time.

Cupping her butt in his hands, pushing them and her up slightly against his body. He moved his fingers between her legs from behind, revelling in the moist flesh he found there.

“Oh, I can’t stand it!” she said hotly.

She pulled his face down and crushed her lips with bruising force against his. Opening her lips wide then pushed her tongue into his mouth. She gave little whimpers all the time as he pressed and rubbed against her. Her tongue seemed to fill his mouth, reaching down his throat.

With an effort, he withdrew his lips from her and moved his mouth down onto her neck, teasing her with bites and kisses. She moved her head back and strained hard against him.

“Let’s see how you look with them off, now”, Carl said, softly.

After a second or two, she moved away from him, still trembling and shaking. Then turned in another pirouette. His eyes fixed on her lush curves. The very sight of her breasts and ass moving with lives of their own made his penis stiffen harder.

“Yes, you definitely do look better with them off”, Carl said.

She waggled her bott at him.

“Do you like my ass?” she asked. “Do you really think I have a nice body?”. Her words excited him almost beyond endurance.

“I’ve never seen one look so good” Carl said.

“Do you think you’re lucky to have it for yourself…. to do what you want with it?”.

“I think that I am the luckiest man on earth. And I can’t wait to show how much I appreciate it. But you’ll know as soon as we start making love”.

She glided quickly towards him and wound herself around him. Her eyes were closed, her body moved in a fluid motion all around him. It was more than he’d ever expected.

Kissing her wildly, he felt her hand slither down to his aching prick and touch it, sending sparks along its thick fatness. She stroked it gently, a little nervous, and then held it firmly and squeezed it hard so that her hand almost crushed him and made Carl gasp with furious passion.

Swiftly he picked her up, putting his arms underneath her butt. She wound her legs, warm and smooth, around his hips as he carried her.

Then she placed his prick against her vagina, she was groaning and murmuring incoherently.

Then she wriggled down and slumped on the rigid member so hard that it shot into her with a strong thrust which made her gasp and go wild and her lips clamped around him, so moistly and firmly, that he had to restrain himself from falling onto the floor and fucking her there.

They reached the bed with her slowly moving on the end of his organ with every step he took.

He lowered her onto the bed and moved straight in to lie between her widespread thighs which invited him not to linger any longer. Carl fell between them in the same movement as he dropped her onto the bed and immediately began to screw into her, gritting his teeth with passion. Her body began to move with wild abandon.

“Oh, oh, oh!”, she groaned as if in agony, digging her nails hard into his shoulders, waving her crotch wildly at his prick, scraping her ass along the edge of the bed and keeping her legs sprawled out wide

“Oh, it’s good…. it’s good!”.

Carl wriggled his long cock up and up, exploring her pussy, farther and farther, deeper and deeper into darkness and moisture and a clawing grip which pulled at his loins.