ALPHA FEMALE Mini Erotica Scene
Alright, it’s Saturday, and you know what I haven’t done in a while? Shared some of my erotica writing. And what better gift to treat you, my wonderful readers to, on a weekend but a little voyeuristic oral sex? In case you missed it, I released a femdom-themed erotica series last year, called ALPHA FEMALE, that you can get your hands on right here in its entirety. Take a look at one of the smoking-hot sex scenes below. NSFW/18+ under the jump:
For a moment, the possibilities seemed to spread out infinitely in front of me – for once, I was the one calling the shots, and I couldn’t decide whether I wanted him to kiss me or fuck me. But then my gaze was drawn down to his mouth, to the soft swell in his bottom lip where I had sunk my teeth into it, and it clarified everything. I pulled my fingers from his mouth.
“Go down on me,” I breathed, half-question, half-command. He raised his eyebrows.
“If you can handle it,” I grinned, knowing that there was no way he was going to be able to turn down the challenge. And sure enough, a moment later, he sank to his knees before me and pushed my dress up. I caught the hem, grabbing handfuls of fabric and pulling them out of his way, and he pressed his face against my pussy and inhaled deeply. The warmth of his breath, even though the fabric of my panties, was enough to let me know I had made the right choice.
I pushed his head back from me and pulled down my underwear and my stockings, then grasped his hair and pulled him into me again; he wrapped his hands around my bare thighs and sank his fingers into my skin, moaning softly as his tongue found my clit at last.
I tipped my head back and stared at the sky above me – only a week before, we had been all the way up there, looking down on the city, and now I was down here, letting him finally give me what I really wanted from him.
Plenty of guys had gone down on me before, but it had never felt anything like this. As his soft tongue circled my clit, centering in on the nucleus of my pleasure, it was more than just the physical sensation that was working for me. It was the sheer power he was giving me. I had asked him to go down on me, asked for something so utterly selfish, and he had answered my call as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. I pulled his head against me, feeling his mouth as he parted his lips to draw my clit between them, and groaned loudly. For once, I didn’t feel self-conscious, wasn’t second-guessing how much this man wanted me, whether he was just doing this because he felt like he should. I knew that he wanted me. I knew that he wanted this. I knew he would have done anything I’d wanted him to in that moment, and that was the hottest part of this.
I rocked my hips back against him as he sucked softly on my clit, moving his tongue slowly against me as though he was savoring my taste, committing the contours of my pussy to memory. To think, this was the same man that I had watched so many times on stage, commanding an audience, ruling them, and now he was on his knees in front of me, eating me out like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. To have power over a man this powerful-
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, pulling back for the briefest moment, and I swiftly pushed my hips forward to bury his face in me once again. I had one hand planted against the wall behind me, the other wound through his hair, holding him in place. I could already feel the orgasm rising inside me, the muscles deep in my belly clenching and clutching as I got closer and closer. The cold air and his warmth mouth and his eager tongue against my oversensitized cunt was too much to take in at once, my mind overwhelmed with the sensory intensity, the contrast.
His fingers were digging into my thighs, pulling me in as close as he could, filling his mouth with me, and his hunger for me was what pushed me over the edge – the knowledge that he wanted me, helplessly, that he had done what I asked without a second thought. The pleasure centered and exploded, pulsing out from my pussy all over my body as I let out a cry that cut through the dim noise of the music from the club.
I doubled over, fingers clutching for him, drawing him to his feet and kissing him again. He held me up, pushing me against the wall to keep my knees from giving out beneath me. The kiss was nearly chaste – sweet, soft, tender – if it hadn’t been for the taste of my pussy on his tongue. I hurried to pull my panties and my stockings up, rearranging my dress as best I could, even though I knew it was fruitless.