Oneshots

I felt a presence. With my heart thundering, I sensed the fragrance of cologne. Turning back, no one was there.

I was sure there was someone. I turned on my heels and saw someone staring. Putting on a brave front, I shut the book in my hands close and moved towards the person.

"Can I help you?"

The liquor from before gave me the courage that I didn't know I have. He looked familiar.

"What are you reading?" I gave him a glare and stepped aside, deciding not to waste my energy.

"Excuse me", he approached in a timid manner now. "I was wondering if I could see the book that you were reading. I'm new and don't know where to start."

I pursed my lips, sensing somethinh off about the man. His tall height put my short frame to an advantage. I had to put extra efforts to intimidate him.

I was sure this was useless because inside my mind was a complete different story. The erotica from before had left an aching, wet discomfort, on top of that my nipples were so hard. I cursed at his wrong timing.

I wanted to get off, but this man had to waste my time. To my drunk mind, he looked delicious.

A tall frame with just enough muscles. His hands, his strong hands had all the wrong thoughts swirling in my brain. I was so frustrated, I could only imagine soft lips kissing and sucking on my neck.

"Excuse me?" He interrupted my sweet line of thoughts. In my drunk state, I'm sure I glared at him.

There was something in his dark eyes that I couldn't place. I needed a release because my body was killing me.

"Would you like to have a coffee with me?" He asked politely. Till now he acted normal. But his body language was indicating otherwise. I agreed, because I knew what i wanted.

One thing led to the other and here we were. No coffee, but a lot of sexual tension. I felt insatiable. I just wanted my nipples pinched and my pussy touched.