The girl from the past

Sitting at his desk he sits and waits. His mind whirls through the many girls he'd seen in the last few days. All of them find their way into his work, it's almost as if he collects them, placing them into storage into the back of his mind until they're ready to spring out onto the page.

He swallowed and loosened his shirt. Were there girls out there now masturbating to his stories? The very thought got an immediate response from his cock.

He loved that idea, all those innocent minds being ignited by his simple words. It was such a surge of power to think that he might be influencing people all over the country.

Nathan wilde erotic writer. The heading shone out from his website, he still wasn't sure how he had found himself writing erotica. It had started simply as a way to impress a girl. Write a story, put her in it and hope she likes it enough to go on a date. 

It was easier because he was writing about somebody, she was already occupying the majority of his thinking and this seemed an obvious way of getting all that out of him.

That was all several months ago and now he was well on his way to becoming something of a phenomenon.

He laughed to himself as he tried to remember her name. It was hard to believe how obsessed he had been with that girl. From the very first moment he'd seen her she had flooded his mind, constantly painting herself into his sexual fantasies and now he couldn't even remember her name!

He clicked the link and the story opened up before him. It had been some time since he'd read it and a shiver of excitement ran down his back. He settled back to read.

She was stood leaning against the wall her long bandy legs falling out of the plaid skirt. They were the most alluring thing he had ever seen, all he wanted was to hike up that skirt and grab her arse. Her legs had infiltrated his subconscious long ago, they would flit in and out of his dreams, playing, toying and teasing him. He moved towards her, everybody else in the room quickly disappearing, all of them irrelevant to him.

There was already an unspoken bond between them. They had spent most of the previous weeks sharing smiles and knowing looks. Theirs was the type of relationship built on mutual desire.

They both wanted and needed to feel the others skin against theirs. To explore the real chemistry that sparked between them both.
For the first time they spoke and shared sexually fueled banter. There are times when this magic just works, both of you know what it's all about, both understand that you are two people who just have to satisfy that burning desire.

Then he acts. It's time to be assertive and turn all those dreams into reality.

Reaching for her arse he grabbed a handful of bare skin, looking deep into her eyes he smiled.

'A thong'

He said as she blushed. Taking a grip on her silk thong he pulled it tight, the material hugging her untouched lips. Her nails dug into his broad shoulder as he pulled tighter, the thought of her wetness sending him crazy. He could senses her pussy swelling up, it's little twitches highlighting her need to be taken. He pulled her in closer and moved his hand round to the front. Through her thong he could feel her dampness building up. He traced his finger nail quickly across her demanding hunger.

'Let's go outside'

Outside he ushered her round the side of the pub.

'Have you ever done it outside?'

He asked with a glint in his eye.

Taking out the beads he watched for her reaction.

'It's okay, I'll be gentle'

Pushing her against the wall he watched as she kissed the cold bricks. Quickly he pulled down the thong and felt for her arse, she squirmed and he restrained her, pushing her hard against the wall. His fingers worked at her dampness and he used it to lube her tight rear.

'Take a couple of deep breaths'

He said into her ear, leaving a tiny bite.

On her third breath he worked the beads inside her virgin rear and then quickly spun her around. Her groans already filled the darkening evening. Her thong fell from her knees to the floor as he kicked her legs open. Roughly he pulled her skirt to her belly and made her hold it. Then with a wink he slipped to his knees.

Her pussy tasted so sweet as his tongue began to flick and circle her velvet lips. She fought the over stimulation and he pinned her further against the wall, his fingers burying into her hip. Already she was seeping thick streams of pleasure and he lapped up as much as he could, his head deep in her crotch.

Her erect clit stood hard and unapologetic and he flicked it with his tongue, immediately she responded, her hips twisting and thrashing. He pulled her in closer once more and bit hard.
Her cries fueled him on, the onset of her orgasm all too obvious.


Reaching for the beads he gave them a slight pull just to test the resistance. He knew the simplest of tugs would send her wild. Her legs were already quivering and he worked his tongue inside her demanding hole.

Now she was near the height of her pleasure and he raced to make her cum. All those hours spent fantasying about her, how she might taste, how she would react, cry, cum, it all flooded through him, her gasping reward for the risk he had taken.
Her breathing was now heavy and she was begging for a release. The spasm's began to flow through her lips and he fought to keep her pinned to the wall. She screamed out as the first real quake rocked her, still he worked away with his tongue determined to give her all the pleasure she deserved.

Taking a grip of the beads he waited for the perfect moment to pull them out.
She gasped louder lost in her world and he looked up to see her ecstasy ridden face.
Then he pulled hard, dragging the beads out of her. She fell to the floor in a convulsing heap as he stood over her, his own heart bursting to escape his chest.

Sitting back in his seat Nathan felt the sweat dipping from his forehead. He was completely drained, that story brought back all the old desires he had towards that girl.

He smiled as he unzipped his trousers, closing his eyes he pictured her once more and thought that he might have a new story to write very soon