A Perfect Moment Turned Into Erotica For Fetlife

I had taken her through an introduction session at my work a few days before, but she didn’t sign up for a membership. But here she was, back for more.

She was younger than our usual member. 37. She didn’t have osteoporosis like most of the members do. I work with lots of old ladies who have brittle bones. It’s pretty mundane and boring. The old ladies love me but I can’t stand a lot of them. Rich, white and entitled ladies - that’s what my work attracts.

Then she had walked in–young and fucking stunning. She looked like she could’ve been in her twenties. She kept smiling and fidgeting with her hair as I gave her the introduction speech. I was excited. My cock was excited. She had tan skin. It made her exotic looking. Her hair was brown and her teeth were perfectly white and straight. I love a good smile.

After the speech, I took her on our equipment. We had fun. I made bad jokes and she laughed at them. Then I put her on our massage bed. She was laying down when I reached over top of her to show her how to control the massage. As I was over top of her, I looked down, into her eyes. We had a moment. She told me in a message later that that was the moment she knew she wanted to fuck me. And here she was, back at my work, on a Saturday. No one was in the center and I had just taken my last appointment of the day through. We talked for a while. Our bodies were so close to each other. Our feet stayed pointed at each other. The tension was exciting. It was new. It was fucking hot.

Then I grabbed her by the hand and started to do some ballroom dancing type stuff with her. I didn’t know what I was doing, but she was laughing and smiling with me. She smelled so good. Then, I went for it. I kissed her. She responded. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I knew she could feel it pressed against her. We kept kissing as I grabbed her ass. She looked perfect in a light purple sundress. I lifted up the dress and squeezed her ass hard. She let out a moan in my ear. I kissed her neck, to her ear. I gently bit her ear. She moaned louder. I softly grabbed her throat and squeezed a little–just to test the waters. Her eyes got wild. I took my hand and lifted up the front of her dress. I touched her pussy through her thong. It was soaking wet. That was it, I was ready to fuck her right there at my work.

I took her to the massage room–away from the camera’s. I laid her down on that same bed she had been in three days before. I got on top of her, gently pulled her hair, and kissed her again. I moved my hips in a circular motion, dry humping her. She was breathing so heavily. I grabbed her hand and moved her off of the bed. She followed my lead, just like when we were dancing. I bent her over and lifted up the dress. I slid two of my fingers deep inside of her. Her pussy was perfect. So warm and wet. I reached around with the other hand and played with her clit. She came so fast.

I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to thrust my cock deep inside of this woman. I took out my fingers and gently slid in cock. She gasped and then recoiled. I had barely put in the tip but I took it out. She looked at me over her shoulder and said, “Gently.” My cock was just throbbing, with the veins pulsing and everything. I very slowly put the head of my penis back inside of her. She gasped again. As slow and as gentle as I could go, I started to hump her. Her response to me was incredible. This goddess was bowing to me. I kept thrusting, and which each thrust, I’d hump her a little deeper and a little harder, until eventually, I was pounding the fuck out of that pussy. Her ass was big and perfect. The sex was perfect. The moment was perfect. She cam again. I did too. But sometimes, I can cum twice in a row without stopping. This was one of those times. I kept going. Deeper and harder. When my cock does his trick, the second time I cum is so much better then the first. I build up again. I soak it all in. I really look at her and take note of everything. I become mindful of every sensation, every sound, every second of fucking her. Then, I cum again. Hard. Real hard. I collapsed on top of her. She held me in her arms, soaked in sweat.

We went on a date the next day and argued about astrology, meaning, psychology and religion. She cried when I walked her to her car. She said that she couldn’t believe that I was writing poetry before the date about the three women I had previously been in love with. She said she wanted poetry written about her. I told her that it doesn’t work like that. She asked me if the sex inspired anything in me. I said it was incredible, but that wasn’t what I had been thinking about earlier. I had been thinking about how much being in love hurts. She cried and cried. It got awkward. I hugged her and left feeling hollow.

But hey, Michelle did end up getting her poetry. Unfortunately for her, it is erotica on FetLife - in an attempt to get me laid.

I will always remember sex with that lady, though. But I will also always remember the horrible date the next day. Chemistry is a funny thing.

-C.H.