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Stormy Night
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Subject: Stormy Night
This is actually my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Any criticism is
welcomed. I wrote this for a friend, and he thinks I should start writing
professionally, though I think he's just being nice. Anyway, tell me what you
think, what you like and what you think needs work.
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"Oh no." As Stella steps out of the cavernous subway exit she hears the
deep growling of the clouds perparing to spill their heavy load. She clutches
her flimsy jacket tighter, but it is useless. A big fat drop of rain
splashes into the hollow of her collarbone, trickling down the front of her
blouse. She shivvers and begins to run.
She is running through the middle of the street now, splashing carelessly
through the puddles, which have now wet her legs all the way to her thighs.
Her sheer cotton skirt sticks to her as she runs, revealing the shape of her
toned legs. She hurries to reach home, and is unaware that she is being
followed.
Her wet fingers fumble with the key, dropping it twice before she manages to
get the door unlocked. Hurredly she pushes it closed behind her and as she
mounts the stairs, she sheds her soaked sweater and shirt and kicks off her
soggy shoes. She does not think to check the door or realize that it is not
locked.
Halfway up the stairs she pauses- was that a footstep behind me? She turns
to see a dark face leering up at her, fringed by a black hood. The light is
dim in the hallway and all she can see are shining white teeth, yet she can
tell that he is a very large man. She is suddenly aware that she is wearing
only her black lace bra and the soaked, sticky, see-through skirt. Terror
grips her and she backs away, then turns to run up the stairs and lock herself
safely in her room. Foiled by the cumbersome folds of her skirt, she falls on
the steps and looks up to see that the man has overtaken her. He stands over
her laughing, then grabs her arms roughly and pulls her to her feet.
She can smell his damp maleness and feel his hot breath on her cheek but
does not dare to open her eyes. He picks her up by her shoulders and bites
into the soft, cream-colored flesh at the base of her throat. Aaahhhhhh!
She cries out in pain. His teeth are sharp and his jaws strong- he has sliced
through skin and muscle and the searing pain shoots down her spine and
paralyzes her.
He releases her and she crumbles, bleeding, to the floor. He bends and
scoops her up and carries her up the rest of the stairs. She stirs and starts
to whimper, but he growls a low warning and she realizes she must keep silent
and obey this man if she hopes to get out of this alive. He kicks upen the
door to the bedroom and stoops to enter the room. Christ, he is tall, she
thinks. An involontary shudder chases the pain down her spine.
He throws her onto the bed and she dares to open her eyes. He is pulling
his sweatshirt off over his head, and she is mesmerized by his smooth, rippling
muscles. He is the biggest, darkest man she has ever seen, and is completely
shaven clean. The knots and ridges of each muscle and tendon twist and writhe
under his smooth black skin, and she can see the blood pulsing faintly through
the raised arteries lining his thick arms.
He reaches toward her, sliding a thick long finger under the strap of her
bra. He jerks quickly and she hears the fabric rip- then he grabs the bra
between her full, round breasts and tears it away. The soft flesh billows
free and he buries his head in her chest, biting and sucking at her nipples
and washing her with waves of exquisite agony and pleasure.
In spite of her fear, she feels the dampness spreading between her legs and
smells her excitement in the air. The man smells it as well, and it goads his
assault even further. He tears her skirt away and then carefully caresses the
slight roundness of her abdomen, tracing the edge of her silk panties. She is
surprised by his sudden gentleness and looks up in wonder. A single tear
traces a line down his cheek as he slowly, delicately slides her panties down.
He touches them to his face and moans softly. He opens his eyes to see her
looking at him and is startled. He looks at her for a long moment and then
growls urgently. He thrusts himself on top of her, the roughness of his jeans
tearing into her delicate skin. He holds her chest down with one knee and
slowly unzips his jeans to reveal his engorged cock- all 13 throbbing inches
of it. The thick, ugly blood vessels swelling across his penis make it even
more terrifying to Stella, and as he grasps her head and pries open her mouth,
she beings to cry silently. He angles her head back slightly and thrusts his
penis deep into her throat. The girth is so great, she cannot breathe at all,
but gasps for breath between each long, deliberate stroke. In spite of
herself she marvels at the smooth silky hardness of the enormous cock in her
mouth, and she begins to suck and lick him eagerly.
He stops her and she looks up again, this time to see the satisfaction
evident in his dark face. He peels away his jeans and roughly turns Stella
over on her stomach. He grabs her hips and pulls her ass high into the air.
She braces for penetration, but instead he spanks her sharply and she cries
out in pain. He growls another warning and spanks her harder.
Smack! Smack! SMACK! He is really srtiking her hard now, but she clenches
her teeth and wills herself to remain silent. Her ass is deep red now, and
her vulva is swolen and glistening in sympathy for her bruised bottom. She is
dripping wet and now he is ready- he doesn't want to waste his time on a woman
who isn't properly lubricated. He spreads her lips and plunges his enormous
cock deep into her slippery warmth. Slowly, deliberately, he thrusts further
and further. He reaches her limit and then cruelly stabs deeper. She cannot
contain herself and screams and struggles to get away, but he pins her down
and repeats the punishing penetration. Her deepest parts are being ripped
asunder and the pain mounts until she fears she will not be able to breathe.
Somehow he senses that she has had enough and he backs off, sliding expertly
in and out only to the depth that will please her, but not injure her at all.
After a few moments she relaxes and tries to unclench her fingers from the now
torn sheets. His large dark hands close over hers and he massages her stiff
fingers.
His rhythm quickens and she feels the pleasure mount within the pit of
her soul. She twines her fingers between his and moans, shifting so that
his thrusting stimulates her G-spot more directly. Her smooth pale body
trembles beneath his thick, dark embrace, and she cries out in an explosive
orgasm. He continues relentlessly pounding into her and she comes again and
again, her sweaty body wracked by wave after wave of uncontrolable sensations.
He grabs her hips with his broad strong hands, and without warning penetrates
even deeper than before. Through dull pain mixed with orgasmic pleasure, she
feels the deep throbbing as he fills her with his thick hot cum. She
collapses onto the bed and hears his panting behind her. He remains deep
within her until his breathing slows, then withdraws slowly and stands up.
He dresses without a word and walks toward the door. "Wait," she calls
after him. "Who are you?"
He pauses and looks back. He laughs softly and purrs, "Don't worry, Angel.
I know where you live."
She listens to the thump of his boots down the stairs, and his only words
to her echo in her spinning head. Yes, she thinks to herself, you certainly
do. You certainly do.
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