Erotic Story: Midnight Sex

Full of passion he kissed her, full of desire she moaned. “I am already wet,” she whispered and could feel the seed of her orgasm sprouting at that instant. Her body was shivering and tensing, and her mind was profoundly disoriented – A brand-new story by Victoria Hawk to read.

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The night was as dark as it could be, not even the moon was providing any additional light. She was flying through the air, the city beneath her in the shadows of the night, but still buzzing with artificial lights and noises. It never slept. Her journey was aimless, but not without purpose –  she was looking for evil –  evil she could defeat. When was living in the night, evil was not hard to find, and it did not take long before she heard fearful screams emitted from an alley below. With the speed of a hawk, she dove downwards towards the sounds of distress. It took only took her a couple of seconds to reach the ground, and she did not decrease any speed. Instead, she let the ground absorb all the velocity when she landed forcefully in the dark alley. The earth and buildings were shaking when she did, passive-aggressively announcing the force and strength that was now present in the alley. A group of men was in the process of severely beating up the evidently out-numbered man they had circled.

“I am already wet,” she whispered and could feel the seed of her orgasm sprouting at that instant.

“Hello boys, anyone want to play?”
The presence of superheroine made half of the men run away instantly, and those who dared to try to attack where swiftly swept towards the sides like ragdolls. The rescued man was on his knees puffing for air, avoiding eye contact with the powerful woman who had saved him. The adrenaline slowly stopped rushing inside of her veins, and she calmed down, letting her feminine nurturing side float towards the surface of her being. She understood he felt emasculated and knew exactly how she could lure his manhood back out of the shell. She lifted his head, “the lack of decent men, has left me in a void of loneliness. I long to feel the touch of the flesh of a gentleman.” The immediate arousal lifted him off his feet and his lips onto hers. Full of passion he kissed her, full of desire she moaned. “I am already wet,” she whispered and could feel the seed of her orgasm sprouting at that instant. Her body was shivering and tensing, and her mind was profoundly disoriented. It was all a dream, yet she had carried the sprouts of her orgasm back with her to the clarity of reality. Her heart was pounding, forcefully pushing the endorphin drained blood through every part of her body. Her hand wandered down to her crotch, and she felt the actual wetness the dream had caused. Everything was incredibly sensitive, but she felt there the energy, poking her from deep within to be released.

While her eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness in the room, her hand carefully started playing with the juices of her pleasure. She could still only see the silhouettes of the furniture in the room, had it become clear the images in her head would probably create more arousal. Her eyes shut anew. Envisioning the continuation of the scene in her dreams. Both in her dreams as in her real life, she was a strong, determined, and most of all independent woman, but loved to hand over the control to men who were able to handle it. For years, this had only been her husband. Very slowly she rubbed the different parts of her lust shell, catapulting her mind back to the man in her dreams who was about to devour her lustfully. While she imagined the most salvage yet passionate sex her heroine alter ego was having in the alley, moans dispersed through the bedroom. Her body was arching more and more with each touch. She had always been entirely unable to control the noises her body needed to make while aroused, but that was one of the things her husband loved so much about her. He was sleeping right next to her, but her moans were about to pull him out of his sleep.

She had always been entirely unable to control the noises her body needed to make while aroused.

While she continued to be absorbed in her pleasure, his consciousness slowly awakened in his body, and he could not help but smile. He tried not to signal his awakening, as he wanted to listen to her authentic sounds. Her pleasure was his enjoyment, regardless if he was causing it or she was flying solo. It had happened oftentimes that he just merely observed while she revelled with herself. He had actually learned quite a bit from his observations. First of all, she took her time, not leaving any part of her body untouched, before she eventually started teasing her clit with occasional touches from her finger, which always needed to be wet. To him, it seemed each part of her body caused a different feeling inside of her. Occasionally, he had tried to have her explain the different sensations she was feeling, but it seemed the linguistics of pleasure are somewhat limited. How does one amazing, differ from the other? It remained a mystery to him, but his will to be attentive certainly made him a better lover.

At that moment, they were both reflecting on the fact that after fifteen years of marriage they were still as much in love as in the beginning, and could still arouse each other beyond the sense of control. For them, sex had been one of the many tools to express the intensity of the love they felt for each other, and it had evolved with them over the years. It had both been a joined, as well as personal discovery of their lusts and desires. In silence, he continued to listen to the movements and sounds of his wife, who was undoubtedly reaching the next level in her journey towards a state of ecstasy. Locked in stagnation, he could feel he flesh between his legs swell and become hard. She stopped moving and moaning all together, merely wanting to enjoy the sensations in her body with full consciousness. For a moment it was completely silent in the room.

“James?” she whispered. He said nothing. “James, I know you are awake. Your breathing is different, don’t try to fool me”. Again he said nothing, and she understood he was playing hard to get, but knew she would imminently win this game, she always did. She decided to passively lure him into the dance on her side of the bed and resumed where she left off. On hand descended to her crotch again, while the other massaged her chest and breasts. Both her movements and moans were deliberately louder than before, causing his heart to pump faster, rushing his blood towards where it was needed most right now. She could feel she was about to come and took one last deep breath, but at the moment she wanted to exhale, he rashly moved out from under his blanket and mounted her. “James, I only hope what you have in store is going to be better than what I was about to experience.” Again, he said nothing and planned to let his body convince her of what she already knew.

The pressure and softness of his tongue were exactly in the right composition for the state of sensitively she was in.

He kissed her with the utmost passion as if to rival the man she had saved in her dreams. She felt rather promiscuous about her fantasy sexual encounter, even if it had been far away from reality. Either way, it had caused her to decide her husband could take control at this moment. With one hand, he held her steady above her head and let his lips and tongue glide of her smooth skin. First, her neck, than collarbone, and eventually he lingered on her soft breasts, caressing them as if it was the first time he felt their smoothness on his lips. He moved down further, kissing her belly, her hips, and thighs, preparatorily opening her legs widely from each other. Then, she could feel his lips descend onto her throbbing organ, and he swiftly demonstrated his accumulated skills. The pressure and softness of his tongue were exactly in the right composition for the state of sensitively she was in. Eagerly, he let his tongue glide over the clit with incredible speed.

By now, he was as hard as he could get and anxious to let his shaft vanish into her. Her noises were louder than ever, piercing through the darkness. She had quickly reached the level again from which he had pulled her down, and was equally hungry for his penetration. She rolled onto her side, and both knew what was supposed to happen next. He got on his knees and pulled her upper leg onto his shoulder and her crotch towards his. Wildly, they moved in synchronism and increased the speed with each thrust. Finally, the flower of her orgasm blossomed, or rather flowers, as she let him continue until was there as well. Exhausted and satisfied, they immediately fell back asleep to reap the last of the remaining night. Upon awakening, they both felt exhilarated and content, with themselves and the life they had created together, and silently smiled at each other before the routine of the day needed to begin.

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