Since we're all getting sexy here on Saturday, I was encouraged to post one of my attempts at erotica as a blog. Hope you have some fun with it.
The Balcony
Night had fallen softly over the city, and she dozed in the lounge chair on her 22th floor apartment balcony. It was a warm summer night and the gentle breeze washed over her as she dozed. The sounds of the city were below her; barely audible as she dreamed of her man, away on business.
The call had come late, and he had to leave. She was disappointed as she had looked forward all day to his special lovin’. So she had prepared herself a nice dinner; had sipped a few glasses of her favorite wine; and she had brought her favorite toys to the balcony with her.
The short, midnight blue teddy rode up on her hips as she breathed in the night air. Flowers scattered around her balcony scented the air, and she dreamed of his cologne…so many miles away. She imagines his hands sliding under the silk fabric, reaching for her large, full breasts, squeezing her nipples and twisting them until her breath caught with the little pain, exquisite pain, as he pulled on them. It was only then that she realized it was her own hands, not his, caressing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Absent-mindedly her other hand slid back and forth across her stomach. From hip to hip, occasionally flattening out across her groin, the fingers traced a path down to her moist pussy.
She imagined his satin pajamas being dragged across her bare skin, barely touching her. The smoothness of the fabric caused her to shudder, and one finger began to play with the edge of her matching blue thong, reaching for the promise of pleasure beneath it. A second finger slid underneath the thong and the two fingers parted her pussy lips, revealing the hardened and distended clit. As always, it came alive and began to throb. When she was aroused it seemed to have a mind of it’s own. She began to stroke it, and became wetter and wetter. A third finger, then a fourth, joined the first two and her fingers filled her as her breathing became ragged, but they were not enough…not tonight.
Her other hand abandoned her breasts and reached for the large 10” dildo. She took it in her mouth, wetting it…..preparing it. She imagined his cock. Not quite as long or as thick, but not unsubstantial. She dreamt of sucking him and licking him as she moistened the toy. And when she was ready, she slid the head inside her. She could feel the simulated veins that stood out on the side of the imitation cock. He had those outstanding veins as well, and her breathing became harder…almost as hard as he would be if he were here.
One hand played with her clit and the other guided the large black toy deep inside her. She was now breathing harder and her hips were rising to meet each thrust…just as she would if he were here. He was over her, pounding into her, his cock deeper and deeper. Or was it the toy? She began to lose track of what was real, the toy or her memory of the last time they had fucked on the balcony.
With a start she opened her eyes and looked the building across the street. It was taller, and there on the 35th floor a pair of binoculars were trained on her.
She smiled and waved. If he wanted a show, then he’ll get one. Where was that conference?
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