Erotici Personae

Eleanor (me): female, mid-thirties, ginger, hot single in your area.

Alex: male, mid-thirties, blond, created in a lab for the express purpose of ruining my sanity.

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We met the old-fashioned way: me sliding into his DMs to holla at him. I usually try to wait at least a few minutes before asking a guy to beat up my pussy - you know, like a lady - but decorum stood no chance against his long blond hair and bearded smile. It didn’t take us long before we were discussing our shared kink for creampies and cum. And it didn’t take me long to think I should be breaking me off a piece of that. 

I was visiting his town at the end of the summer, so we made plans to meet. We talked and sexted off-and-on over several weeks, and I discovered that not only was he hot, but he was also funny, charming, goofy, and jaded in a way I liked. It was almost enough to make a bitch back out, because I’m three raccoons in sweaty gym clothes and he cosplays as Thor (my favourite Avenger, of course he cosplays as my favourite Avenger). Fortunately, the only thing stronger than my nerves was the urge to milk his cock until he came down my throat.

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Well, you know what they say - always waste a Saturday night on a hot “date”. So there I was, in my navy mini-dress and heels with my hair straight, confident and quirky, mysterious but with moxie.

HAHA SIKE!  I was pacing my hotel room in circles. What was I even doing? I’ve never had a hookup or a one night stand in my life, and now I’m about to meet up with this guy I’ve been kinda crushing on for weeks? What if he didn’t have fun? What if he thought I was unattractive? What if-

I got a text he was two blocks away. I grabbed my purse and left my room. I took a deep breath when I got on the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. It was just drinks and nothing more (third floor). We were just going to hang out for an hour or two (second floor). It probably would be a nice evening of conversation (the doors opened).

I walked out into the lobby and saw Alex parking across the street. He got out of the car as I exited the hotel, and as we hugged each other in greeting my nerves melted away. 

We ended up at a cool local restaurant - his recommendation. I don’t usually drink alcohol, but I wanted a slight buzz to relax and enhance my chatty side, so I had their variant of a Moscow mule. The food was delicious - almost as delicious as Alex. He did not disappoint; he was even more attractive in person, which honestly should be illegal. 

We hung out at a nearby park afterwards. I took his offer of a vape hit and we shot the shit for a while. I loved hearing his stories, which were worth their own trip. Okay, fine, I could admit I was definitely crushing on him a bit more than I’d thought, especially now that we’d met in person. But this wasn’t a date or anything - Alex had made it very clear he wasn’t interested in romance - and that was fine with me. I only got dressed up so it would be easier to seduce him.

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Alex took me back to my hotel and, emboldened by my sexy little outfit (and maybe also the bourbon) I tilted my face up at him flirtatiously.

“Want to come up?” I said, real smooth, like I’d definitely done this before.

“Sure,” he said. Holy shit, it worked!

I led us back to my room and he excused himself to use my bathroom as I pulled off my shoes and got on my bed. I was relaxed, buoyant, when he came out and laid beside me. We were quiet for a moment before he spoke.

“This is stupid,” he said.

“Wha-” I tried to reply but then his lips crash onto mine and I do not give one single fuck about anything else.

Alex kisses me hungrily and my whole body lights up, my pussy pulsing in time with every heartbeat. He licks into my mouth - no one else has ever kissed me like this - and I fucking love it, no, I fucking need it, my need an ache spreading from my waist down through my lower abdomen, washing over my pussy and asshole and thighs and down my legs to the soles of my feet. I distantly realise I’m writhing and moaning under him but I don’t fucking care if the entire goddamn hotel can hear me. I’ll scream until the police come if it means Alex will keep touching me.

He puts his hand around my neck and I grind myself against him, rubbing my myself against the thick bulge in his pants. Fuck, I wish that was inside me. My pussy and mouth are aching for his cock and I’m aching for his cum with my whole being.  

We roll our bodies and now I’m on top, straddling him. He looks so good under me that I just have to kiss him. I grab his face, then immediately let go. 

“Is that okay?” I ask. Some people don’t like that, and I don’t think Alex ever said - 

“Yes,” he says. “Thank you for asking.” Alex smiles up at me and this hits me harder than any liquor or weed I’ve had that evening. Head spinning, heart racing, I grab his face and kiss him again and again. 

“I thought you said you were going to grope me when we met,” I tease when I break for air.

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” he murmurs against my mouth. I laugh and sit up. 

“Help me remove this,” I say as I unzip my dress. He helps me lift it over my head and now I’m wearing only a pair of panties, my pink nipples hard and aching. I lean over Alex and he immediately caresses and kisses my breasts, leaving pink marks all over my pale skin with each kiss. I moan in pleasure and relief when he finally sucks on my nipples. I’m flushed and panting when he finally pauses and runs his hands along my sides. I gasp and shudder as he grazes a sensitive spot.

“Is that okay? Is that good?” he says.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I want to tell him how sensitive that spot is, how if he puts me on my back and caresses my body I will convulse and melt with pleasure, but even more than that I want his cock.

I help him remove his clothes and, god, he’s glorious. I can’t believe I get to touch him, feel his shoulders and arms under my palms, run my fingers through the hair on his chest and down the centre of his torso to…well, not yet. Not just yet. I want to enjoy this. I want to worship his body. 

I’ve never been good at religion, but for him I’ll try. I kiss my way down the sides of his stomach, savouring the feel of his body under my lips, the taste of his skin on my tongue, the sensation of his hair against my cheek. I take my time on his hips and thighs before finally settling between his legs and gazing at my prize.

“Ass is off limits, right?” I say, smiling up at him. I’ve never fingered nor eaten ass before, but suddenly I want to try.

“Yeah, not tonight,” he says. Fine by me. I already have enough to feast on.

I start slow and gentle, kissing up his shaft. He’s thick and curved and I’m dying to have that in my pussy, but pussy is off-limits this evening. At least I get to have it in my mouth. 

I lick from base to tip in broad, slow licks while massaging his balls. I run my tongue along under the head and up over the hole before gliding back down to the base. I’m slowly pumping his cock as I kiss and suck on his balls; when taking a break I nuzzle my face into him and moan. My pussy is gently throbbing; I can feel my panties getting wetter. 

I tease his tip, taking a little bit into my mouth before pulling it back out, then pushing it back in, each time a little deeper, until finally I have the whole head inside. I gently suck on it before popping it back out. I wrap my hand around the shaft and brace myself, because shit’s about to get real.

I plunge my head down, finally taking him as deep as I can and it feels so fucking good to have the head of his cock at the back of my aching mouth where it belongs. As I drag my mouth and twist my hand up the shaft I suck as hard as I can. I stop when the tip is about to pop out, release the suction, and lower myself down the shaft. I settle into a languorous rhythm of suck and release, suck and release, one hand twisting around the shaft and the other hand caressing his balls.

Alex is moaning and saying such hot, dirty shit. I love it, love it when men are vocal and verbal, but there’s no way I’m going to stop sucking his dick long enough to respond, not now that I finally have it in me. I know he likes a slower rhythm so even though my body is getting frantic I stay in control, stay slow. I can tell he’s close; his cock is that special kind of hard that only happens right before cumming. He rides that edge for a few minutes and I decide to help him out. I release his balls and pop his cock out of my mouth.

“Please cum in my mouth,” I tell him as I slowly pump his cock. I rise up on my knees and place my hand on the bed next to his hip for balance. “I need your cum. I need it filling and dripping out of me. I want you to pump it into me. I want to be so full that it drips out of my mouth and down my chin and chest.” And because I want all of this, I plunge Alex back into my warm, wet, aching mouth. I’m still pumping up and down his cock when he reaches down and grabs my hand next to his hip.

(I’d never told him of this fantasy, that when I pictured myself between his legs I thought of reaching up to hold his hand.)

We hold hands as I make love with my mouth, doing my best to stimulate all of his sensitive spots. I love it, love the taste, the feel of his cock in my hand and against my tongue, the warmth of his body. I need him to fill my throat, need his cum pulsing into me. I want it to fill my mouth up so much that I can’t contain it and my chin and neck and breasts end up dripping with drool and cum; I want it nasty and sloppy. My hair is sticking to my red, sweaty face and my makeup is smudging. I lose track of time, of how long I’ve been doing this, just existing in these moments of pleasure and pleasuring. 

Finally, Alex lifts his head.

“Can I try fucking your face?” he says. 

“Yes,” I say, and lay down on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. 

Well, my gag reflex is not as dead as I thought. We try it a few different ways, but eventually accept defeat. Alex collapses into bed and pulls me up next to him. I settle myself against him, my head on his shoulder and my legs around his. We talk quietly, flirtatiously, both of us making the other laugh. Periodically, throughout our conversation, I’m overcome with the urge to kiss him, and I give in each time, kissing his face, his shoulder, his lips, any part of him within reach.

“Are you free Monday night?” says Alex. “I don’t have any plans - “ then, before I can respond, “Well, TBD, TBD…” I grin, happy that he’s enjoying himself enough to want more, even if he does end up walking it back. That’s the power of cocksucking, baby. God, I hope he changes his mind. I’d love to do this again. I could spend hours pleasuring him, touching him, making him laugh. 

Finally, the evening draws to a close.

“I should get going,” says Alex. 

“You can stay the night,” I respond.

“Nah, I don’t sleep well when I’m not in my bed,” he says. I understand; I’m the same way.

I watch him dress and gather his things. He gives me one last kiss and tweaks my nipple. I’m still giggling when Alex closed the door behind him.

That was incredible. It was more fun than I’d dared to hope. I snuggled into my bed and smiling, pulled the sheets up to my chin. He’d asked if I was free Monday night. Would we get to meet again? He already had plans this weekend, and while I did too, I’d gladly blow them all to spend time with him if he asked. 

Please let him ask.

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The next day I wandered the city, stepping from bus to train to pavement to grass. I walked deserted sidewalks under a blue-hot sky; when an afternoon thunderstorm caught me unprepared I ran from awning to overhang, singing “Only Happy When It Rains” and laughing at myself. Under one of these canopies I sent a Snap to Alex, amused at how silly I looked with my hair plastered to my face and my drenched shirt clinging to my body. He didn’t respond, but I hadn’t expected him to, not really. He’d said he was busy and I didn’t want to encroach on his time. And anyway, it wasn’t as though I couldn’t entertain myself. I’ve always preferred to do things alone.

After drying off in my room I put on a Skims mini-dress and went in search of food. I found a Chipotle knock-off a couple of blocks away where I sat alone in a booth with too much food to eat by myself. Then I went back to the hotel, to a cocktail bar lit all in red, and downed a glass of Scotch. I made it back to my room and, floating from the liquor, laid down on my bed. 

I rolled onto my side, accidentally putting my face in the pillow he’d laid on, and caught a whiff of the sandalwood beard oil he’d worn the night before. I closed my eyes, breathed in; it was almost like the night before, almost like having a mouth full of kisses and a belly full of laughter, almost like having Alex in my arms again. I opened my eyes, half-expecting to see him smiling back at me - but the pillow was empty, the bed cold. 

I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My head swam. Somewhere on the edge of thought, I heard Morrissey sing:

If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight?

I laid there for a long time.