In the Bedroom

By Nikkinom

You can call it ‘charm’, when I found myself seated on the man’s bed, without any clothes, and legs spread as wide as I could. The only thing I knew about him, was the fact that he was almost twenty years older than me. But it was something else, that made me so comfortable to bare my body for him.

Even though he was shrouded in darkness, I could make out where his eyes were looking at. They were, on my naked body, at the area below my neck. My fingers mysteriously went to work, on my clit I never showed anyone how it was done. Little circles would cloud my mind, and taps would send tiny jolts up my back. There was no fear, of him doing anything but watch from his seat, a chair beyond the end of the bed.

The fiery tip of his cigarette would glow, as he took a puff of it, all in an unhurried, calm manner that helped more than he knew. I was slowly, touching myself to an orgasm. It would never occur to me, that I will come in front of a stranger, and even more so, at my usual loudness and intensity.

His smile that came when I climaxed, put my mind in even more ease. From where I sat, with the darkness he was in, I could tell that he was doing something to his pants. The unmistakable sound of zippers, messy ruffling of linen, he stopped moving once something tall, hard, poked out into the air.

‘Come’, his deep voice summoned my helpless body over, and I did. As I crawled closer, I could see how thick he was. It resembled his stature. A firm, grounded pillar, wrapped in flesh as thin as my labia. I went on my knees in front of his chair, and peered up at his overshadowed face.

Seconds passed without a word from him, and I knew better than to let him speak, for I cannot imagine what he might say. I put my hand around his penis, bent it towards me and brought my face closer. It was pink, I think. It was hard to tell from the yellow, tungsten light, but I could sense its power.

A power I craved to overpower.

My mouth went right up to it and my lips went around it carefully, without tasting anything yet. I held it there as I stuck my tongue towards it, pressing hard to know how much pre-cum, if any, was there. Salty, sweet, clean. That was all I needed to know of his hygiene. My head moved back and forth on its own, using saliva that gathered in my jaw to help him slide easier, in and out of my face.

I didn’t hear him groan, nor felt any twitches. He just sat there, smoking and enjoying it with his eyes closed. I almost liked how calm he was, but the competitiveness in me wasn’t gone. Like a natural, I went faster, taking him a little deeper but not enough to gag. Then, he flinched. I saw him tilt his head back, and he didn’t suck on his cigarette anymore. Ashes dropped as his toes clenched, until I suddenly felt his hand on the top of my head.

‘That’s enough’, he said in a suppressed-agitated tone. Had I won? Apparently, not. He helped me up and brought me into the bathroom, to the sinks where a wall of mirror laid behind them. All I noticed, was how my make up was still on, even my lipstick, that should be gone from the saliva and vigorous motion over it.

He put me over the sink and took a while to find my entrance, but it didn’t take any longer than that. He fucked my wet pussy so easily, as if I was made for him. My mind was all over the place. Especially so when his cock stretched my vagina walls so thinly, like a condom. I think I lost my wetness, when it got more and more intense. I could feel the bumps on his erection cleaning my insides out. He was reaching a spot no man had been, in a way no toys could match.

I was about to come again, and he could feel it too. He kept going faster and faster, hurting me at my hips where the sink was. Out of nowhere, a jet of hot cum sprayed inside me, and did not stop until I heard the loud, dripping noises of thick fluids hitting the floor. He gradually slowed his thrusts, but did not stop. He just went slow and steady until I felt my walls getting spread again.

He had already began picking up speed, shoving his meat inside my full vagina. As a first for me, to use cum as lubricant, I couldn’t help but get wetter. The thought of having cum pushed so far up me, while some of it was going to make another load. It turned me on so much.

Halfway, he grabbed a handful of my hair, and without yanking on them, brought me outside to the balcony where the cold wind blew. Somehow, he managed to bring his pack of cigarettes and lighter along, to light one up for each of us. While he made himself comfortable on the solid, steel chair, I bounced myself on his cock, feet tucked between his. It was an experience to be smoking at the same time fucking a man. I made sure to see where the lit end of the cigarette went when I put my hands on his thighs, so I could ride him better.

The second, consequetive round lasted longer, longer than the stick he handed me. Once I was done smoking, I could ride him better, and faster. I loved the huge electrifying shocks to my brain whenever I slammed my ass down on him. It would never fail to stop him from taking another puff. It was like a game, a child would play.

When my desire for another orgasm overwhelmed me, I stopped caring about his smoke. I rocked atop him so hard that when I was about to come, I made sure to use that tight, pretty pussy to milk him until his face crashed into my back. I felt the second squirt into my pussy coming so hard, and I went to rub my clit so I would still be throbbing on the inside.

He just came and came until he fell back, arms hanging over the armrest like a dead body. I only knew I felt full when I lifted myself up, but not how much until blobs of cum drenched his stubby cock. Not wanting to leave any stains on the floor, I turned to him and ate those excess cum up. I swallowed it like medicine, which taste didn’t get to me until they were in my belly.

We went back into the bathroom for a quick shower, and then to sleep. I remembered how I kept playing with his cock, wanting to see if a man could sleep with a hard on. The third round he so angrily forced it into me from behind, told me otherwise. The little anger made me wet quickly, and made him cum as quickly. There was almost nothing when he collapsed over my back.

Luckily, he still had strength to roll over before falling asleep. I couldn’t complain about the rage-sex that happened in the middle of the night when I sucked him because I couldn’t sleep.

I will miss his cock.

An Incepting Story

(girl asked) ‘Hey.. Are you heading to Suntec?’

‘Not really. I’ll be waiting nearby for some friends to finish the countdown. Then maybe go for a drink or something.’

‘That’s cool. Smart choice to avoid the crowd huh? Do you have a nice place to chill? I think I’m going follow your plans until the countdown is over.’

We continued chatting in the train till I switched tracks to Bugis, for a quiet little spot where I would usually write if I am in the vicinity. Once we got out of the station, she casually clung onto my arm as the floor was wet after a rain, and proceeded to a rooftop in total silence.

(her surprised tone) ‘Wow! This place is awesome!’

Having three hours to kill, I set up my iPad and began typing a highly-likely-but-impossible(?) story inspired by our acquaintances.

Leanna knew better than it being a coincidence they had a chance to talk at all. The sight of his toned back, pressed against the thick, cotton, sleeved top that joined the pair of slim-fit jeans so perfectly, was what overpowered her usual shyness to any cross gender interaction. His seemingly light-but-weighted bag showed her more than enough about what he carried, bare necessities for him to get through that rainy night.

With no music in his ears, his eyes fixated on a blank point of the carriage, mind much more active than how distracted he appeared to be. Standing just one feet away during their brief introduction, her mind was mesmerised by his voice, rhythm of speech, and precision to get her questions answered.

As she saw her name, Leanna, appeared at the top, the nature of my literature slowly became clearer.

(she whispered) ‘Erotica?’


Seated beside an erotica writer at the rooftop, her eyes remained glued to the next part he was about to write. Partially overwhelmed by his intellect, the cold ground was gaining contrast to the warmth in her panties, directly in contact with the rain-washed rough surface.

Leanna couldn’t explain the racing heartbeat, and beyond that, an urge to give his bulge a squeeze to see if she turned him on. No way would a sex writer not be turned on when his mind is living a sexual fantasy right?

Slowly, her hand went under my belly that was ‘pushed out’ when I bent forward at my keyboard, and gave the zipper area my dick was supposed to be poking against, a squeeze. My abrupt pause stopped her as well but she requested me to continue, while she ‘tries’ to realise my fantasy.

She finally gave in to the temptation and reached for his zipper, cranking it down so she could slip her fingers into it. When the warm, semi-hard erection greeted her cold fingers, she quickly undid the only button restricting her entry. Once she wrapped her fingers around his manhood tightly, a satisfying gasp from him eased the embarrassment she was still in.

(she said) ‘You’re good.’

‘Here comes the challenge. I’m going to write ahead of what will happen now.’

‘Huh? In the story or real life?’

Within minutes of her handjob, he couldn’t take her teasing anymore and pushed his keyboard away. A little part of her had long been hoping for him to pay her more attention, but another part was dying to read more. His warm hand immediately slid down her thigh, went under her dress and pressed hard on her wet panties.

He had no inhibitions to hold him back when he peeled those underwear off, forcing her to jerk him faster to ‘calm’ him down. Once she was butt-naked, his fingers cycled on her clit at a fast speed, throwing her off with the explosion of pleasure. That guy she had so easily followed to the roof with, knew exactly when to slip his fingers into her, and drove her crazy.

As she moaned and trembled hysterically to his deep thrusts, her body fell into his lap where her hand was still trying to stroke him properly. The overpowering scent of a freshly washed cock, couldn’t be more inviting when she lowered her lips around it. Now, the duo was locked in a race for orgasm, but with the upper hand pumping at her pussy.

(she whispered softly) ‘fuck.. ‘

I couldn’t care less about the sluggish hand stroking my dick and looked at her other hand, fidgeting wildly inside her pink panties. Once the red-faced girl saw my bewildered expression, she shifted my iPad further and handed me my keyboard, to bury her face in my crotch. Holding the base of my shaft, she gave the tip a long kiss before I gasped at the long-awaited descend.

Placing the keyboard on her back, I kept writing while in the mixed realm of pleasure and intellectual sanity.

When she couldn’t take his non-stop digging anymore, she pinned him against the wall and climbed over his lap. In a flash, his dick was brought to a new high, strong heartbeat throbbing in her soft vaginal tissues. The little distance between the wall allowed him to slouch lower, for her to ride him like a rodeo.

Hips grinding fiercely, he played his part by keeping her boobs from bouncing too much – with a sensual massage on them. Her abundance of bodily fluids kept him at the edge, extending his stamina as flashes of numbness ran through his dick head.

After a few minutes of grinding, she planted her lips on him as an orgasm shook her body violently, causing her pussy to tighten around his erupting cock. The series of fast-paced events wasn’t doing any good to him either, as every pause would make him more sensitive below.

‘I’M CUMMING!’, he groaned into her ear and laid her gently on the grey concrete floor, unleashing the last set of womb-deep thrusts into her petite frame. Right before he came, he pulled out of her and she sat upright with him, picking her soaked panties at the same time.

She wrapped it around his cock and pumped for a few more minutes, before his thick semen squirted into it. The curiosity got the better of her when she opened the ‘wrap’, to see a soggy, sticky mess at where her pussy once stayed in.

A tap on her shoulder ended the addictive blowjob, and she spent a few minutes reading the last parts of the story.

(she asked) ‘What happens after that?’

‘I don’t know yet.’

I spun her legs towards me and stripped her panties off, ready to eat her out in doggy when she suddenly had a eureka moment. Squatting against a wall, I remain seated as I ran my tongue along her slit, alternating between flicking her clit and making out with her ‘lower lips’.

Moments later during a break, the huge patch of wetness around my mouth amused her for a good laugh, but it sure didn’t kill the sexy mood we were in. I sat against the wall with my knees up, legs opened. She did the same in front of me and lined our genitals for the penetration course.

We then shifted our asses closer and closer till I poked into her pussy, able to kiss or just hug each other at close proximity. Thankful for our not-so-firm butt, we could jerk our hips at each other and that launched the fastest strokes ever in my life. Both of us moved in the same direction, slamming my cock balls-deep each time we ‘met’.

First, she was leaning over me and fucking me with a peeing pose, swinging her hips so hard onto my groin to thoroughly cover every area inside her. Next, it was me in half-missionary, towering over her body as I drove my dick top-down on my knees.

Each passing minute got her tighter, and I still had not given her an orgasm yet. Indeed, unlike what I usually write, it just wasn’t that easy. We didn’t stop for a second to rest since we were taking turns fucking each other, until the inevitable was about to cum.

(she groaned excruciatingly) ‘It’s coming.. It’s coming!’

‘Fuck! Me too!’

A hard grip on her arms sent us in the opposite direction, disconnecting like a hose spraying out of control. I handed her her panties and she knew what to do with it. My fingers kept rubbing her clit as she fumbled for the ‘same spot’ on her panty as ‘her’ in the story. As soon as she found it, it went over my dick head and a handjob brought me to my climax.

Our timing was impeccable as we came together, watching our eyes sparkle as we looked for ourselves. In the moment of synchronicity, our returning epiphany smothered the temporary desire for each other.

(she said) ‘Now, this.’

She got up energetically and wore the panties back, smoothing out the part where my cum came in contact with her pussy. We adjusted our clothes back and caught the seconds from midnight. Like lovebirds, I stood behind her and hugged tightly, as fireworks marvelled the night sky with the impressive land-to-air attacks.

(I whispered) ‘Let’s go.’

To start off our new year, we exchanged numbers before going our separate ways, but never too far for us to live out the fantasies I wrote for her in her absence.