“We’ve Still Got It” – a short erotic story
This is my first attempt at erotica….and it’s dedicated to all those couples out there who have been together long enough for sex to be boring – and yet choose to make it exciting!…
It had been a week since she’d seen him. She had been distracted and displaced by a week-long trip with the kids to visit family. He had to stay home and work. In the whirlwind that is coming home, with suitcases, stuffed animals, and half-empty juice boxes, she barely had time to give the father of her children a hug and kiss. Which is why she didn’t notice that look. She didn’t know what he had planned. I mean, she KNEW what he had planned – for goodnessake she had plans of her own! Even a married mom of two has needs and desires. But she was expecting the usual. Which in his defense; in THEIR defense, was not bad – and in fact it had always been a happy ending for both of them! But her husband, her soul-mate, her lover extraordinaire had been known from time to time to kick it up a notch (sorry, Emeril, no doubt that’s not exactly what you had in mind for your signature phrase!) And so, it is no surprise that when the kids’ bedtime approached, their father was uncharacteristically involved in making sure they were P.J.’d, tooth-brushed, and tucked sweetly (and efficiently) into bed. Before she had time to consider her next move, she was being not-so-nonchalantly led to their bedroom. And before the door was partially open, she noticed the flicker that can only come from candlelight. Once completely inside, with the door closed (and locked – hey, no need to scar the kids for life!), only then did she notice the transformation of their bedroom. The entire room was peppered with candles flickering and beckoning her to succumb to their romance. “Passion” by Peter Gabriel was playing on the iPod player. While she was taking in the scene, her man handed her a glass of champagne. “Dang, he must have really missed me!” Which worked out great since she missed him too. It wasn’t long before the champagne glasses were put down, and they found themselves making out on their bed. It’s the kind of making out where you KNOW the outcome. You KNOW you’re gonna get naked. You KNOW you’re gonna do it. There’s no question. There’s no discussion. There’s only the taking off of clothes. He kissed her passionately, and though he’d kissed her that way a thousand times, he still managed to make her feel like they were new in their relationship. Like they were still learning their rhythms, their timing, still discovering each other’s power. With their naked bodies pressed together, he slowly moved lower…..and lower…..and lower. Past her neck, with a momentary focus on her breasts, and then slowly down her quivering stomach, he reached….downtown. By this time she was throbbing down there, and couldn’t wait to feel his soft lips and tongue. He heartily obliged, with the expertise of someone who had been doing this long enough to know EXACTLY what sends her through the roof. And after providing unending moments of pleasure, he began to move his lips back up her stomach. But before she can moan any form of complaint, his hard cock moved in to place, and began to pleasure her in ways that lips and toungue cannot. And after providing unending moments of pleasure, he slowly and carefully removed it, and his lips began the descent again. And so it went for quite some time: a tag-team of toungue and cock; oral and fucking; clit and penetration. And with each switch, it sent her further and further to the edge. In her heightened state of pleasure she couldn’t decide when she’d rather let herself go. Should she wait until his tongue is firmly pressed on her clit? Or perhaps while his hard cock is deep inside her? Either one would provide the exact release she’d been craving for far too long now. She finally realized she could hold out no longer, while he happened to have his head buried between her legs. She moaned – or mumbled – some sort of (for lack of a better word?) warning. With both hands grasping the hair on his head, she felt the waves of ecstasy wash over her again and again….and again! Once he saw that she was basking in the beauty of it all, it didn’t take him long to insert his cock and reach his own ecstasy, all the while she was still pressing his hips firmly into hers. After they both settle down, he rolls off of her and onto his back next to her. They both stare at the ceiling and verbally pat themselves on their backs for still “having it” after all these years…
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