Your Dirty Mind

It’s winter! Wanna get devoured in the wildest way?

P.S.: This is from a dark erotic writer to her fellow erotic lovers. +18 audience only.

Now, let’s play a game… Imagine having the worst day possible; losing a job, getting coffee spilled on your white Christmas dress, lol. or even finding out that your dearest lover is a cheat.

I’ll start… You spend your savings to travel miles across to surprise your boyfriend on New Year’s eve, only to meet in bed, fucking his supposed sister! You’re heartbroken, pained, but horny… Well, you’re not a saint yourself, not when your pussy drips for your best friend’s brother… not when you want to feel his cock stretch you like a fucking slut!

Good thing, the forbidden desire is mutual! It even gets better, because your secret crush is a badass chef, with a fucking coarse hand that’s good with everything… and you’re just one wet meal ready to be served!

Sophia’s POV

The food pack I’m holding falls off my hand, and lands on the floor with a heavy thud. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make a mess because it’s firmly strapped in a nylon bag.

“Sofia, give me a minute to sort this out. I can explain…”

I start walking, as fast as my feet can carry me.

“At least listen to me…” He yells after me.

I find myself on the roadside, flagging down any random vehicle. Luckily, a taxi stops and I manage to give him Amelia’s address.

Throughout the journey, I sob silently, not wanting to attract anyone’s attention or solicit their pity. I pay the driver and hastily get out of the car.

Through the raised blinds, I see Amelia and her family having a chit-chat around the table, as they giggle and merry. Making them see me and feel sorrow is like bringing them misfortune on New Year’s Eve.

Not wanting to be the reason for the change in the atmosphere, I divert my route and head for the kitchen that’s set aside from the main house. As usual, it’s never locked. I get in, toss my bag and shoes aside, and slouch on a chair.

The fluorescent bulb is quite deemed, giving the right ambiance to cry my eyes out.

“Damn you, Gabriel!” I yell subtly, gentle enough to not blow my cover. Gabriel was my first love, my only lover. I would go to the moon just to prove a point when it has to do with him. Call me stupid, I guess I deserve it. Why in sky’s name will he do that to me?

I sob silently.

The door opens, and I jolt upward, not ready to let anyone see me this vulnerable. In haste, I wipe off the tears that have pooled around my chin.

“Shit!” Diego yelps on seeing me.

“I’m so sorry I startled you.” I find my voice.

“Sofia, what are you doing here? No one is expecting you until tomorrow…”

“Which is why I’m here…”

“Wait,” He comes closer and I take a step backward. “You do realize that I don’t bite, right?”

I stay still, shuddering from the close proximity.

“Were you crying?” He questions calmly.

“It’s the new year, you know… We reflect and all of that shit.” I find a smooth lie.

“I saw you leave, you’re supposed to be at Gabriel’s.”

“You remember his name.” I stutter.

“He’s a lucky guy.” He says gently. His face is a few inches from mine, thanks to his tall frame, but still, I could smell his breath, cool spicy flavor… I shut my eyes and inflate my lungs.

“That’s beside the point.” He resumes, making me open my eyes in a quick shot. “Why did you return? Did he hurt you?” His voice moves from cool to concerned to angry.

“No… Not at all.” I gasp. “He’s sick, and I didn’t want to bother him…”

“Sofia…” My name on his lips is so smooth. With the depth of authority around it, I feel myself drowning in bits.

Focus! I scream to my brain.

“He’s cheating on me… He never wanted me in Mexico, I should have just obeyed his wish, and not…” I break down, sobbing like a child.

“Shhh.” He places a finger across my lips, shutting me up the very instant.

“Come here.” He beckons, as he pulls me into his bosom, enveloping me in a smoldering hug.

I gasp, not out of breathlessness from crying, but because I can’t get myself together, not anymore. I lay my head on his chest, sniffing his cologne.

“Good riddance.” He whispers. “Was that why you didn’t join us? Were you scared we would judge you?”

I stay mute. He’s not so far from the truth… Plus, I didn’t want to ruin their happy mood. I raise my head, resting my chin on his chest and getting a better view of his face.

“Oh, dear.” He scoffs. “You should know us better than that, Sofia.”

All the while, I watch every single movement his lips make. Damn! My mouth part on its own accord, as I keep gawking. When he says my name, I find my fingers twitching to run across his thick hair and bring his lips to mine.

He’s perfect!

“You need to relax, I could give you a massage.” He looks down and finds my lustful eyes, watery from forbidden desires. “So you know, my hands are good with other stuff than cooking… even better.” A dirty smirk lurks around the side of his lips.

The first firecracker has me shaking my brain to position. This can’t be happening.

“I guess it’s Amelia, I should join her.” I say, still straddled in his arms, and not wanting to get away.

He lets his hand fall and rests on my lower back, as he gently squeezes my slender waist. He tilts down, closing the gap between us, his lips a few inches from mine. Bit by bit, he closes the gap, daring me to stop him.

Like a mouse in a trap, I remain still, greedy for a bite of the juicy cheese.

Smearing his lips on mine, he takes my lips in bolts of passionate kisses, the latter more intense than the previous.

I gasp in his lips, not pulling away still. My eyes are wet with emotions. Hell, I yearn for this man before me. For a moment, I forget that it’s sinful.

For a fact, I would rather commit this one sinful act than regret not indulging him for the rest of my life.

He fondles with the ropes of my dress, lacing them around his fingers, and tugging on them gently. It lags, my dress hanging loosely on my breasts in a reminder that it would give way with one more tug.

I’ve never been this vulnerable with a stranger, nor have I been attracted to a stranger the way I am to this walking temptation… not even with Gabriel.

“You should join Amelia… Or not.” He whispers in my ear, grazing my ear lobe with his teeth, before he gives it a clean swipe with his moist tongue.

I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access. He sucks in my lobe, his tongue caressing my bare skin, breathing cool air on it at intervals.

I gasp, the cool sensations sending shivers down my spine.

With one last tug, my dress comes settling on my hips, exposing my voluptuous boobs. His eyes widen as he takes all of me in, with one hand cupping my boob and dangling it.

I shrug off the dress, almost bare, save the thin fabric of my panties.

He reaches down and lifts me up with his arms around my butt, as he haphazardly shoves items off the table and places me on it.

I sit pretty, like a whole meal on his menu, my nudity in full display.

“You look flawless, Sofia.” His deep baritone reverberates in my head.

Unable to stay patient, I wrap my legs around him in a partial arrest and pull him to myself, enveloping his lips in a deep and sensual kiss, our tongues dancing in the wake of raw pleasure.

He pulls away, his eyes not leaving my frame still. In haste, he searches for something I’m yet to know, and when he brings out the bottle from the shelf, he dances it in front of me.

“Chocolate sauce and whipped cream, with a few berries and honey.”

“That’s…” I stop midway, unsure of what it’s implied for.

“I want to taste them on you.” He sneers.

It’s hell gonna be a rough ride.

Uncorking the bottle, he sprinkles the thick mix on my body, my skin glittering with its awakening as it glides from my breasts down my belly button and soaks the thin waistline of my panties.

I part my lips, enjoying the experiment.

He bends down and plasters wet kisses on my skin, working his way down my bosom. With a neat swipe, he licks off a generous amount from one breast, as he continuously flickers.

“Delicious.” He looks up, his eyes meeting mine.

Leaning upward, he takes my lips in his, giving me a taste of myself on his tongue. The best feast ever. He pulls away, just when I’m about to go wild.

Cupping my breasts in his hands, he licks off the thick mix one at a time.

I throw my head backward and gasp, fighting the urge to rip his shirt off and then his pants. It’s unfair to be this vulnerable to a fully clothed beast.

He squats, his head cased in between my thighs. He roughly pulls me to the edge of the table and spreads my legs wider for his experiment.

Hovering around the thick lips of my cunt, he smears the delicious mix on my pulsating bud, roughly mixing it with my slimy pre-cum.

I ache forward, rocking my body on his face, and moaning shamelessly.

He parts my folds with his fingers, stroking around my clit and grazing tenderly.

“Uh…” I groan, as though I’m starved.

He gives my cunt a rough swipe, smacks it, and starts fondling.

I squirm, moaning simultaneously. My whole body experiencing a divine breakthrough.

Faster, he fondles.

“Fuck!” I cry helplessly, throwing my head backward, unable to contain the bolts of electricity coursing through my veins like molten magma.

He smacks my swollen cunt yet again, but this time steps backward. Getting off his pants and then his shirt, he closes the gap and tosses my legs far apart.

Rubbing the tip of his cock on my cunt, he rolls it in a smooth rhythm all over my swollen slimy skin, the dirty sound, fuel to our destruction.

Gently, he inserts the head of his cock in my depth, rocking slowly before advancing with each thrust. He fucks me in a smooth rhythm, our bodies working in synch.

The fine display of firecrackers through the window has him ramming harder, as he brings us to climax. I stiffen, on the verge of releasing a river.

Faster and faster, harder and harder, he thrusts in and out, our breath labored as we give it all up.

“Happy New Year…” We hear the faint cry of Amelia and Mrs. Maria.

“Uh…” I whimper, squirming around his huge monster, that fits my hole so perfectly. I go rigid, my cum pouring out like a fountain, lubricating us both.

In minutes, he convulses, pulling out instantly and shooting his loaded bullet all over my thighs and in between.

Exhausted, he lays on top of me, our bare bodies rubbing recklessly on each other, our sweat mixing finely as do our fluid.

And when all of this is over, I realize how much I’ve messed up.