Naked Truths An Erotica Compilation Of Steamy Stor

Chapter 1: Desire gets strong and thoughts keep on roaming in my head on what am gonna do next to you"I will fuck you so hard that your pussy hurts afterwards." The male lead of the novel I am reading tells his student who is squirming under his touch. Both are naked and the way he gropes her breasts in his hands makes me really wet and I breath out hard before slipping my right hand under my skirt and touching my pussy which gets covered with pussy juice in no time.Then Daniel starts sucking her breast while his hands teases her clits causing her to moan softly. When I couldn't bear the suffering I was feeling, I throw aside the book and hastily remove my top followed by my mini skirt, lazy black bra and red pants. lay down on the bed and starts touching my breast and I moan out loud when the pleasure becomes unbearable. I wish I have someone who can fulfill my raging desire but I have none other than myself.I slip a finger into my pussy, feeling my wetness and I licked it off with my tongue. It smells really nice and the taste only adds to the heavenly bliss I am feeling.Turning my back so that my butt touches the edge of my bed, I moved my legs so that they are on either side of the bed and I arch my back forward and backwards in reflex motion.Pleasure seers through me and I inadvertently moan the name of the one person who has become my fantasy in the past few months."Liam I want you," I want him so badly right now that I don't care anymore about the consequences. He's my best friend since childhood and we behave more like siblings.But months ago I found myself checking him out, getting jealous whenever other girls in school found him attractive. He's the most sexy male in school, more like a sex god than like a student.No one knew of my constant crave for him and I meant to keep it a secret. Though in school, everyone comments how good we both would be if we decided to extend our friendship in the relationship way but Liam had always covered up that we were just friends. Only if he knew."Moan my name again please, and I will reward you by sending you to heaven with my huge cock." I hear a voice say, and without needing a prophet to prophecy, I knew who it belonged to. Turning towards the saw, I see Liam in all his glory standing by my door. He looked more yummy than I thought and I trace my tongue over my lower lip, licking it as I imagined it was his cock instead."Liam..." I say temptingly, and I watch him walk towards me in slow stride, making me inpatient to have ride me.He comes to stand in front of me and without more talk he falls on top of me and cover my mouth with his. He tastes more than I thought. All the guys I kissed can't compare to him. He's teasing me with his tongue, and I let him have the upper hand while I enjoy the sensation seeping through me.The way he kisses is gentle, like he doesn't want to rush at all unlike all the boys I have kissed who shows their lust in their roughness.But what will happen after this moment of passion? Will he forget it ever happened or will he just ignore me? I know thinking this way is really foolish and I don't want to be clingy. I just want to know where this is leading to, from here."Liam," I begin, freeing my mouth away from his hungry one and look him in the eyes. They are gentle, I mean his eyes and they seem to assure me but you know looks can be deceptive.I move my pinky finger to his face and I stroke it gently. He shivers under my touch and I smile knowing the effect I have on him."You're having second thoughts, huh?" His voice sounds rough in my ears and I frown. I don't want him to think like that and to assure him, I gather his head in my palm and his him firmly on his forehead"Far from it. I just want to know something." I just want to know something." I say, not sure who I am trying to assure, whether him or me. "Where do we go after this? I mean do not take it the wrong way because it's meant to be a question and you are free not to answer but I just want to know."I lower my head after that and worry crease my head more. I have never felt nervous before anyone in my life and feeling this way towards Liam is something I can't even begin to pinpoint.Liam takes my hands in his and gives a tight squeeze, and slowly I look up to meet his sincere eyes which suddenly envelopes me with hope. "Let's take this one at a time." He says, eyes calm like an ocean and I nod my head. "You know when I came into your apartment I heard your moans and I was afraid you were having sex with a random guy and I decided to step away to give you some privacy but the minute I heard you moan my name with your sexy lips I knew this was what I was waiting for.""What were you waiting for?" I prompt, keeping my gaze lock in his. His blue eyes turns into a darker shade, pulse racing wildly under the red tight top he's wearing and I place my right hand on his chest, feeling it beat faster."A trigger to tie the knots." He says calmly."And you think I have given you that?" He nods. "So now, you want to tie the knots and wait and see whether I will try to loosen it or not?""You got it formulated right.""But this is life and not some maths.""Most times we need to judge life using objects or facts as examples.""I see that as a way to bribe me.""I'm glad I'm able to." He smiles, lips stretching widely as his gap tooth comes into view. He's such a beautiful specimen and I feel my chest wanting to burst with happiness knowing that he's mine. Even though not sexually but as friends. He's eyes widen and I follow their direction. Embarrassment fills me and I try to snatch the book out of his reach but he's fast, as he grabs it in full.He leaps out of me and saunters around the room, eye brows arching in wonder. "Wow, I never knew you were into reading porn.""That's a story not a porn." I exclaim, crimson rising up to my cheeks."Yeah, a porn story." He teases and I roll my eyes. Whatever. It's not as if I'm saint and he knows that. I have done it several times and reading it in a book wouldn't be any difference. Would it?"Now return it." | extend my hand, eyes glaring daggers at him and he chuckles before placing it in my hand."I want to show you all you have been missing from a real man. I will make you moan my name so much that you won't be able to walk out of your door till tomorrow morning."

Chapter 2:I was alone and restless that night.The house felt too quiet, and my thoughts wouldn’t slow down.I didn’t expect anyone to come by, but I also knew I wasn’t ready to be alone with my memories.I moaned as I rubbed the vibrator in circles on my already wet pussy. My feet were curled up as I was so close to orgasm when I heard the doorbell ring. Reluctantly I got up from the bed and hid the vibrator in my wardrobe.I had imagined this moment for more than twenty years, even secretly while I was married. The boy with blond highlights and a loop through his left earlobe was standing right at my doorstep. He hadn’t left my mind for over two decades. But now that John stood at my doorstep holding two dozen roses—not a boy but a man—I didn’t know what to say. I let my experienced eyes scan him from bottom up without him noticing. The washed-out jeans and new black sweater suited his physique. His subtle cologne didn’t completely cover the smell of the store’s fresh clothing. My thoughts became lewd and dirty in an instant, but that’s because I’d had them about the first man I’d made love to for twenty years.It seems like yesterday. I swallowed through my dry throat.But I had only known him as a teenage boy, not as a man. I often wondered whether his kisses would be as tender as they were when we were teens. Did I want them tender, or as rough as I’d imagined, ones that would penetrate my core and satisfy me for hours? I doubted I could get enough of John. If his teenage inexperience was any indication of his future sexual abilities, then I was sure John could satisfy my needs and desires.We locked our gaze for a few minutes. I’d never forgotten the way those blue eyes pierced my soul. He was clean-shaven, but I pondered whether the day-old stubble would tickle me when he roamed my body. The roughness of his jaw line and defined cheekbones made my mouth dry up even more. Perhaps it was because I was no longer a girl and had unsatisfied needs. A shiver flew through me when I recalled my lustful dreams of us together, as a man and a woman, and I finally got the courage to speak.“What are you doing here?” I asked.“I’m sorry to hear about your loss.” He handed me the bouquet. The deeper tone sent another wave of jitters through my body.“Thank you.” I stared, wishing I’d worn something sexier than sweat pants and a tank top. “What loss?”“Your husband. May I come in, Juliet?” he asked.The sound of crickets chimed in the distance.“Yes, of course.” I gestured for him to enter.“Yes, of course.” I gestured for him to enter.The way my name rolled off his tongue brought back memories from the orchard.When his back was turned to me, I tugged at my ponytail and pulled the elastic off my hair. It fell to my shoulders, cradling my cheeks.After locking the door I turned on my heel to face him again.“John, it’s been two years since my husband passed.”“I needed to see you.”Needed. “You did?” The memory of the girl in the orchard rushed through me. Vulnerable and open to anything he’d suggest. If John were to throw me on the hall floor and had his way with me now, I’d be in heaven.My knees felt as weak as cotton balls. I bit my bottom lip and knew my eyes had softened.John looked as good as I had always remembered. A little taller than the last time I’d seen him, his arms muscular and chest high. The ruffled hair suited him much better than the mullet he used to wear.It’d be fun to run my fingers through his hair, maybe pull on it a little. I felt a lump in my throat, and my breath quickened. I hadn’t been with a man in three months. At my age, sexual needs drove me to the brink of a breakdown. When they said women in their thirties were in their prime, they weren’t lying.There was only so much that my fingers and a vibrator could accomplish. My body was starving, but I couldn’t imagine a man from twenty years ago filling the need that tickled me between my legs and wet my underwear, could I? Of course I could! Making love to John would be exactly that, because I had never stopped loving him.I shook my head to get back to reality. What was I thinking? Why had seeing him created such an overwhelming rush of emotions?I crossed my arms over my chest, realizing I hadn’t put on a bra this morning and that with the thoughts that were running through my mind, my nipples had ripened to their fullest.Thankfully John had turned away.“Is this a good place to talk?” He pointed to the table in the dinette.“Let’s go to the back.” I gestured toward the patio door that led to the private backyard.The house was set on six acres of land, secluded in a clearing of a forest just outside of town.We stepped out to the back. The wicker patio set included a double lounge. I’d pictured us on that mattress several times in the past few months. My wanton thoughts always wandered back to John, especially in the past three months of torturous abstinence.I wasn’t ready to give in to my new boyfriend, the first serious one since my husband’s death—or perhaps I didn’t want to.“Please, have a seat. Do you want anything to drink?” I asked, noting my glass of red wine on the patio table. The dozen candles scattered around the patio glowed in the night.“No. I’ll try to make it quick.” His brisk tone surprised me. Quick? You just got here!“Why? Are you in a hurry?”“No. But I’m afraid that if I don’t say what I should have said twenty years ago, I’ll lose my nerve and lose you again.”“Oh.” I plopped down in the chair beside him. Yes, I was brave enough to be this close to John. I didn’t want to lose him either.Chapter 3: I didn’t expect the night to unfold like this, but the moment he stepped closer, I knew things were about to cross a line I’d spent years pretending didn’t exist.The moment I opened the door, I knew I wouldn’t let him leave. Though I hadn’t seen him for twenty years, my heart beat as strongly in John’s presence as it had the day we parted. My feelings for him had never changed.“Do you live here now?” I asked. John and I had been on different continents most of our lives. It’s what had kept me away from him: distance.Should it have? Should we have worked harder to be together?With my legs curled under me, I sat crossed-legged. The cool air felt liberating when I opened my legs.The tingling had become unbearable, and a bit more freedom would cool down the urge below my navel. Or so I hoped.“No. I’m still in Venice.”We had corresponded before my husband’s death, as good friends. He’d given me advice, and I’d helped him through his divorce. I had always felt guilty during my marriage for keeping in touch with a man who owned a piece of my heart, but there was no other way. John would forever be in my life, no matter whom I was with.I’d had a happy and fulfilling marriage, and a wonderful career—but the heart doesn’t lie. Of course I loved my husband. But once a girl’s heart is stolen, it’s never returned.John possessed a piece of my heart, and he knew it. Was I still in his as well? Was there a chance his feelings for me remained, as mine had for him?“Are you here on business then?” My chest tightened as if a stone were sitting on top of my lungs every second.“No, Juliet. I’m here to see you.”He locked his gaze with mine again. The clear eyes mesmerized me, and I wanted to get lost in them. I wanted him to be lost within me. I let my full breath out, feeling the tingle between my legs increase. Each word he spoke sent a shock through my body, right down to my sex.Oh.He flew from Venice to see me…“I shouldn’t have let you go. I lost years thinking about you and only you and how stupid I was to let you go.”“It was a mutual decision. We were young. It wasn’t your fault,” I tried to explain.He looked relieved. Was this really happening? The rational part of my brain argued that I didn’t know him. He was a man, not the boy I’d known.I recalled our decision when I was sixteen to see other people. Our long-distance relationship had lasted more than two years, but being away for the next ten months proved difficult.University was two years away. I had to work to save money for school. And so we’d decided to see how it went.We’d continued our friendship through writing, until I met my future husband and made the decision to stop our correspondence.If I wanted to give that relationship a chance, I knew I had to stop writing to John.“No. I shouldn’t have let you go,” he shook his head. “I was too stupid and young and afraid to tell you how I felt, and then you met Peter.”I lowered my head at the memory of my deceased husband.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”“It’s all right.”“John, before you go any further with this, I need to tell you I’m involved with someone.”“Do you love him?”He put his hand on top of my palm over the wicker chair; the skin coarser than I recalled, but just as tender and warm.“No,” I whispered. “It’s been over twenty years. Why are you asking me questions like that?”“I don’t make the same mistake twice,” he whispered, tucking my hair behind my ears. “You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”My current relationship was fresh and not going too well. Daniel was too self-obsessed.Honestly, I could wiggle out of it if I really wanted to.John brought his face closer to mine. The moonlight touched his cheeks, and I recalled our night at the orchard—the night I told him I wanted him to take my virginity.And he did.My breath stopped as John touched his lips to mine. They were as responsive as when we were teens.I slipped my tongue deeper inside his mouth. He responded immediately.“I wouldn’t let him go. Not again.”“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Juliet,” he murmured.“I think I do.”He picked me up and carried me to the lounge, lying on top of me. He pulled my tank top over my head, freeing my breasts.Whatever came next, there was no turning back. Twenty years of restraint had finally given way, and I was done pretending this wasn’t exactly what I wanted.Chapter 4: The night was quiet, the kind of silence that made every heartbeat feel louder. I didn’t know if I was ready, but the moment I saw him, all hesitation disappearsThe same nerves from twenty years ago found their way back to my body, as if it were our first time, again.He admired my top, holding his hands at my waistline, just below my ribs. I knew he wouldn’t resist me or keep me waiting for too long. The passion and need in his eyes grew each second. The irises dilated, swallowing his blue gems.“As pink as they were when I met you.” He lowered his face and kissed the right nipple, pursing his lips around then running his tongue along its edges. John took it gently between his teeth and pulled upward before releasing it to spring back.His warm breath glided along my chest to the other one, while he rubbed the tender spot he’d just left with his fingers.I bit my lip. John was the only man in my life who knew how to use my nipples to drive me crazy. The tingle flowed down my chest toward my lower half as soon as he squeezed his lips around me, and I arched upward, feeling the need in his pants.He swirled his tongue, teasing. I closed my eyes. The combination of brisk wind and his saliva on me built the pressure inside me even more quickly. His lips trailed along my skin toward my neck up to my earlobe, then kissed along my jaw line back to my lips.“Are you sure about this?” he asked against my mouth, supporting his weight on his elbows.“It’s not like it’s my first time,” I smirked.“I know it’s not, but perhaps this is too fast,” he teased, lowering his mouth to almost touch mine.“Don’t you dare stop now.” My eyes flew open and I shook my head feverishly before feeling his smile against my lips. Even if I only had him once, today, I wanted to take that chance. The thought of John leaving now tightened my chest and the urge to persuade him to stay longer grew. I needed him now as much as the first time we’d made love. Except inside, I knew tonight would be different. His experience was evident in the way he explored my body and teased me to the point of eruption. I wanted John to take me as a man, the way I had always imagined.John’s mouth remained on mine, and his hands slid along my body down to my sweats. I twined my fingers into his hair, pulling a little. His mouth forced my lips wider each time my fingers danced against his scalp. He hooked his thumbs behind the band of my pants and pulled them off my hips, down to my ankles, pushing them past my feet with his own. The sound of fabric falling on the patio stones made me take another quick breath. With a gentle lift, he turned us on our sides, facing each other.John maneuvered to take his pants off in one swift motion. My left hand slid down his back to pull off his boxers, but he took my palm and interlaced his fingers with mine. The touch revived my memories of when we’d held hands so long ago. Fingers woven together, always. How could this feel so right? After all, I hadn’t seen him in twenty years. Would I lose him if I gave in too quickly? I washed the thought away as his mouth began to control me again. I pushed my bottom forward and felt his ready bulk. My glutes squeezed and my hips began to move back and forth, grinding against his growth. Each time, the pressure built and I knew neither of us would last long. I lowered our connected hands to my panties to let him know to take them off, but he didn’t, smirking through his kisses.He wants to play. I like play.The woman inside me recognized why and let him do as he pleased. That was the advantage of experience. For the first time since acquiring a taste for lingerie in my early twenties, I was glad my obsession with silk and lace had remained. John examined the sheer fabric that discreetly covered my front, circling his thumb in its center. I let go of his palm, skimming my hand over his arm upward, over his biceps to his neck. His right hand remained on my hip, playing with the fabric around the inseam. He wedged his finger inside the panties, letting it slide along the line toward my inner thigh. I opened my legs ever so slightly to allow for easier access.I heard my own yelp when he pulled the panties away from between my legs. The sound must had pleased him because he made space for another finger. He played with my wetness, teasing with his fingers, almost inserting one, but he didn’t.He pulled his swollen lips off mine, “You’re so ready, Juliet.”John lowered his mouth back to my nipples.I felt I could lose myself in him. I needed him as much the first time we’d made love, and I liked that he hadn’t taken off my panties yet. But I knew they wouldn’t remain on for long. John continued to transfer my wetness from the rims of my inside along my lips toward the top. When his thumb touched my clit, I inhaled and squeezed my eyes. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. “Are you as pink down there as well?” I shivered under him, knowing this night had just begun. Nothing else mattered but the fire between us, and I wanted every second of it.Chapter 5: I knew this moment would change everything. The waiting, the tension, the years between us—it all came down to this.My jaw tightened, and I couldn’t reply. John must have known no one else had been able to bring me to this point as fast as he had. I didn’t want to come so quickly, not yet. As I strained to keep the urge to jerk forward against his hand, the volume of blood in my tender flesh under his palm increased.John teased my nipples with his lips again, pulling gently with his teeth and letting go, all the while massaging my sex. The pressure built, and I wasn’t sure how long I could take the playing. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fill me and I wanted it now. Finally, one of John’s fingers slid in, rubbing on the internal wall, while his thumb remained on my clit. He took his mouth lower toward my navel, circled his tongue around my belly ring, then made his way even lower. When his lips touched my freshly waxed front, I wanted to scream.He licked from the top toward the bottom and back up.“You taste perfect. Your pink lips are delicious,” he murmured against my skin.But I could hardly hear him. The wetness of his mouth on me increased my secretion; I was sure of that as his two fingers glided in and out with ease.John’s tongue made slow circles at first while he kissed and pulled with his mouth, letting go so the light breeze could cool me down before he resumed. His fingers never left my inside, and I wasn’t sure how long I could bear the swelling between my legs. I was ready, but wanted him on me for much longer. Now I wished I’d listened to my inner needs earlier in the day and masturbated to release the tension.Perhaps I could have enjoyed his pleasuring for longer than five minutes.I pushed my pelvis toward his mouth, and John recognized my need to climax. He began to move his tongue faster and faster, concentrating on the swollen tip until I convulsed. He didn’t take his mouth away and kept kissing and pulling, running his tongue around my clit as my body trembled with ecstasy. The quiver of pleasure spread from between my legs up to my breasts, encapsulating my body.I no longer pressed toward him, but he kept kissing and nurturing my tenderness for as long as I’d let him. When my hands felt limp, he pulled my panties all the way off and lifted me up to sit. My legs wrapped around him, but he lowered them and knelt in front of me, pulling down his boxers, springing free.I took a quick inhale, pleased with John’s masculinity. The years of sexual experience had certainly made this man’s muscle stronger than it had been twenty years ago, and now I couldn’t wait to feel that muscle inside me. A new wave of energy spread through me.“I want you,” I whispered.John knelt on the back of his heels, back to my height, and covered my mouth with his. I tasted my saltiness in his mouth.Already nourished, I wanted nothing more than to show him the same pleasure he had bestowed upon me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, centering myself up and over his manhood.“Hold on.” He bent toward his jeans and pulled out a foil packet.“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” I took his hand and the condom fell to the ground.“Oh, Juliet. This is beyond what I expected.” He cupped my face and kissed me again.I pressed my naked body against him, straddling his front. The skintoskin contact felt like fire to ice. His hands held my bottom steady and lowered me onto his front. He filled my inside and I flexed my thighs. John fit me as if he’d been made just for me, and I’d been cast only for him.I moved up, pulling myself against him, then down.John nuzzled his head into my neck. His heavy breathing increased the tempo with which I moved. The pressure that had just been released a few minutes earlier began to build up inside me again. I leaned forward, letting my weight take John down to the sofa.My breasts brushed against him as I matched his rhythm thrust for thrust. In a swift move, his hands cupped my front, massaging. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing back and forth. I circled my hips, letting him feel my inside, until my body began to jerk all on its own. My thighs squeezed around his hips, and I screamed in ecstasy. John’s hips buckled and he yelped as he released inside me.I fell on top of his chest, resting my body on his. John kissed the top of my head.I smiled through a long exhale.“Are you all right, Juliet?” he whispered.“Yes. It’s not my first time, John.” I smiled, gliding my hands up to his chest.“I noticed. You’ve filled out quite nicely.” His hand moved over my hip up to my breast. The way he handled me felt possessive—and I wanted it.“This is just like I remember.”“Except we didn’t know what we were doing,” he said.“But it was just as perfect.”He shifted, gently exiting me, then spooned me from behind. We lay together for hours under a spare blanket as the stars crossed the sky. I remembered wishing on one the last night we’d spent together as teens.“I’m so sorry we lost so much time,” he whispered.“But we found our way back.”“I never stopped loving you, Juliet.”“I’ve always loved you too, John.”This wasn’t just about the past. This was the start of something we were finally ready to claim.