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Stimulating
Stories About Illicit Adult Sex
(illicit because of legal or social norms)
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
She Is Barely
Married
It
was my day off
and after
swimming laps
in the pool, I
laid on my
belly to dry a
bit before
going upstairs
to my
apartment. I
almost dozed
off.
“Hi!”
I opened my
eyes, “Hi.”
“I locked
myself out and
got tired of
just sitting
in the shade.
I’ve been out
two hours. I
even walked
around the
block.”
“Did you try
the office.
I’m sure
they’ll let
you in.”
“There is no
one there. I
guess
Wednesday is
their day
off.”
“You could
come with me.
I should get
out of the sun
before I
burn.”
“Thanks. I’m
getting
hungry.”
“Where do you
live?”
“Right there.”
[She points to
a second floor
unit
overlooking
the pool.]
“I haven’t
seen you
before.”
“I’ve seen you
a lot. I often
look out my
window. The
pool is so
interesting.”
“Have you
watched me
swimming and
sunning
myself?”
“A few times.”
“Did you like
what you saw?”
[She blushes
all over.}
“I’ll take
that as a
compliment.”
[She smiles.
We go up to my
place and I
notice she has
a wedding
ring. Damn.]
“You have a
balcony.”
“It’s one of
the reasons I
got this
unit.”
[We make and
eat
sandwiches.
washing them
down with
beer.]
“I usually
take a nap
after
swimming.
You’re welcome
to stay in the
living room.”
“I could
take a nap as
well. I’m so
stressed from
being locked
out.”
“Would you
prefer to
sleep on my
bed and I
could just as
easily nap on
the sofa.”
“I’m fine
here.”
“I’ll come
back out in
about an
hour.”
“Okay.”
[I go to the
bedroom, leave
the door ajar,
take off my
Speedo and
start to rinse
out the
chlorinated
water in the
lavatory in
the bath
alcove. I hear
a gasp and
look toward
the door.]
“I didn’t mean
to see you
like that.”
“I always
rinse it after
swimming.”
“Should I
leave?”
“Don’t bother.
You’ve seen
everything
now.”
[She again
blushes
everywhere. I
go toward the
chest of
drawers and
fish out a
pair of
briefs.]
“Now that I’m
presentable,
was there a
reason you
come in here?”
“I wanted to
find something
to read.”
“Something to
put you to
sleep, or a
magazine or
what?
“I’m not sure.
Maybe I just
want to talk.”
“We can talk.
If you don’t
mind, I’ll get
horizontal.”
“You mean get
in bed?”
“Yes.”
“You’re
funny.”
“Thank you.”
“Your bed is
big enough,
Could I join
you?”
“Sure. What do
you usually
wear in bed?”
“Just my
underwear.”
[I smile, move
toward her and
start
unbuttoning
her blouse.
She looks
startled but
she doesn’t
say anything.
I help her
remove her
shorts.]
“I’ve never
done this
before.”
“Are you a
virgin?”
“Of course
not. I’ve been
fooling around
with girls
since the
eighth grade.
However, I’ve
never fooled
around with a
married
woman.”
“Oh, the ring?
Lately it
seems I’m
barely
married. He’s
gotten too
weird and is
out of town so
much. I sure
could use some
fooling
around.”
“So, what
would you like
to do?”
[She pulls
down my briefs
and I pull
down her
panty. I get
the box of
condoms out of
the
nightstand.
She takes off
her bra and
looks to see
what I got out
of the drawer.
She gives me a
funny look and
I hope she
isn’t changing
her mind.]
“My pussy is
so wet. Let’s
fuck fast. We
could fuck
slow after our
nap.”
We writhe
frantically;
lips locked
and tongues
entwined;
intoxicated by
our pheromones
and mutual
lust. Once in
her, I keep up
a slow pace of
thrusts. She
begins to
touch herself
and I suggest
she try
intercourse
without
masturbating.
She wants
more. She
demands I go
faster. I
resist. She
claws my back.
I maintain the
workmanlike
pace; telling
her,
“Concentrate
all your
thoughts on
your vagina.
Become your
vagina.” I
stop moving.
“Feel my dick.
Squeeze it and
release.
That’s it.
Become those
muscles.
Become aware
of all the
sensations,
pressure and
movement.
Savor every
one of those
feelings.
Nothing else
matters.
Ignore your
clit this
time. This
rhythm could
lead to a huge
orgasm.” She
closes her
eyes, releases
all tension
and allows me
to set the
pace. I slow
down even
more; going
deeper each
time and
almost going
out all the
way. She goes
limp,
submitting
totally. She
is somewhere
deep inside
her body. I
speed up when
she loses her
concentration
and slow down
when she
reenters her
trance. Her
breathing
slows. She
seems asleep;
a broad smile
fills her
face.
Suddenly, she
gasps and
gasps again.
Her orgasm
comes; wave
after wave. I
speed up;
thrusting
faster and
harder. My
ejaculation
adds gasoline
to her raging
fire. She
convulses for
almost a
minute. She
goes limp
again, back in
her trance;
totally
relaxed. I
pull out.
After a while,
I whisper to
her, “That is
a vaginal
orgasm.”
[She doesn’t
move. Her face
is even more
beautiful. Her
eyes flicker
as she starts
to respond.]
“That … was …
amazing.
… I’ve …
n-e-v-e-r …
come … like
that.
... Wow.”
My tongue goes
immediately
into her slit,
soon circling
her clit. I
suck it in and
tongue it
rapidly. I rim
her slick
opening very
lightly with a
finger; just a
feather touch.
She moans. Her
moans increase
in intensity.
She screams.
It’s a really
load scream.
She is totally
out of
control. She
bucks up,
pushing my
face away. Her
chest is red.
Her taut
nipples tempt
my lips and
tongue. I
resist. She
keeps bucking
and thrashing
about.
Eventually,
she is still;
her face
angelic.
I whisper,
“That is a
clitoral
orgasm.”
She rolls to
one side. I
embrace her
from behind;
one finger
resting in her
slit. She
sighs. We fall
asleep
together.
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The End
Harry Merkin (a nom de
guerre) is a
dick-brain who is more
articulate than an arthropod
and has many ways with
words. He tries desperately
not to write like Edward
Bulwer-Lytton, but often
fails.
NOTES
A. This short story is a
fabrication.
B. First of all,
it has been my experience
that only one third (plus or
minus) of women can
experience a vaginal orgasm.
At first, it often takes
much longer than a clitoral
orgasm. In other words,
don’t try this during a
furtive fuck in the attic or
basement while her parents
are elsewhere in the house.
How long could it take? The
longest for one of my
girlfriends has been 45
minutes. She stayed
lubricated. She really liked
the climax. Anyway, who
fucks with a stopwatch?
Trust me, time flies when
you are having fun.
Here is the key fact: there
is potential for a vaginal
orgasm IF she stays aroused
and lubricated for many
minutes of intercourse
WITHOUT direct, external
clitoral stimulation. Stop
if she is not lubricated.
Work on her clit if you want
to be with her for more than
this one time.
One of these days I’ll write
about the girl I met at the
apartment pool. She came up
to my place and we kept
talking while I removed my
Speedo and rinsed it in the
lavatory. She was nonchalant
about my nudity. I took that
as a good sign.
These
short stories are
works of fiction.
Names, characters,
places and incidents
either are the
product of the
author’s vivid
imagination or are
used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to
actual human beings,
living or dead,
business
enterprises, events
or locales is
entirely
coincidental.
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