The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom, ***ting the walls in warm amber hues. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and something far more primal—sweat, arousal, the musky tang of sex already hanging heavy between them. The bedsheets were tangled, half-spilled onto the floor where he now knelt, his broad shoulders tense with anticipation. His breath came in shallow bursts, his dark eyes locked onto the woman standing before him, her silhouette framed by the soft light.

She was a vision of sin wrapped in black silk, the robe clinging to her curves before slipping open at her waist, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. The fabric pooled around her hips like liquid shadow, the contrast making her pale skin glow. Her fingers traced the edge of the robe, teasing it apart just enough to let the cool air kiss her heated flesh. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she stepped closer, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The straps of her heels dangled from one hand, discarded in favour of the intimacy of skin against skin.

"You look so fucking eager," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. The words wrapped around him like a command, her free hand tangling in his hair, testing his submission. "Good. Stay just like that."

He didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe too deeply as she shifted her stance, her thighs parting slightly. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, the dampness already glistening between her legs. She let the robe slip further, the silk whispering against her skin as it fell away entirely, leaving her naked before him. Her breasts were full, the nipples tight with arousal, her stomach dipping softly before flaring into the wide curve of her hips. The dark triangle of curls between her thighs was already slick, her arousal evident in the way her lips parted, swollen and flushed.

"Mmm, that’s it," she cooed, her fingers tightening in his hair as she guided him forward. "I want that mouth on me. Now."

He exhaled against her, the warmth of his breath making her shudder. His hands found her thighs, his calloused palms rough against her softness as he steadied her. She lowered herself slowly, her weight settling onto his shoulders, her knees bracketing his head. The first brush of his lips against her sent a jolt through her, her breath hitching as she ground down, testing his patience. He didn’t rush, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate stroke along her slit, tasting her—salt and honey, the unmistakable tang of her desire.

"Fuck," she gasped, her head falling back as her hips rolled in a lazy circle. "Just like that. Tease me, you bastard."

He obeyed, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips, dipping just inside before retreating, leaving her whimpering. His beard scratched the inside of her thighs, the sensation sharp and delicious, heightening every nerve ending. She tangled her fingers deeper into his hair, her grip bordering on ***ful as she pulled him closer, her voice dropping to a growl.

"Stop fucking around and eat," she demanded, her hips bucking against his mouth.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her with long, hungry strokes. She cried out, her body arching as he found her clit, circling it with the flat of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. The sound she made was raw, ***istic, her free hand slapping against the headboard for purchase as she rode his face. Her thighs trembled, her muscles tensing as he worked her, his nose buried against her, his breath hot and wet.

"God, yes—" Her voice broke, her words dissolving into a moan as she reached blindly for the bedside table. The drawer slid open with a quiet rasp, her fingers closing around the sleek, black vibrator inside. The hum filled the room as she switched it on, the vibrations low and deep, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through her. She pressed it against her clit, the dual sensation of his tongue and the buzzing toy pushing her closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, I’m gonna—" Her sentence fragmented into a scream as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue fucking into her in sharp, relentless thrusts. The vibrator’s hum grew louder, the pressure building until her vision whited out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her juices flooded his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she came, her body shuddering with the *** of it. He drank her down, his own arousal aching between his legs, his cock straining against his pants.

She collapsed forward, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her fingers stroked his hair almost tenderly, her voice a raspy whisper. "Such a good boy. Look at you, taking my cum like a starving man."

He looked up at her, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with need. She smirked, reaching for the strap-on lying atop the rumpled sheets. The harness was already adjusted, the black silicone cock jutting obscenely as she stepped into it, the straps snug against her hips. She gave it an experimental tug, the toy bobbing with the motion, her grin turning feral.

"Now it’s my turn," she murmured, her voice dripping with promise. "On your hands and knees, slut. Let me see that ass."

He moved without hesitation, his body thrumming with anticipation as he positioned himself on all fours. The bed dipped beneath his weight, the cool air kissing his exposed skin as she knelt behind him. He heard the snap of a lube bottle, the slick sound of her fingers coating the dildo, then the press of the toy against him—broad, insistent.

"Relax," she chided, her hand smacking his ass sharply. "You’re gonna take this cock like a good little whore, aren’t you?"

He groaned, his body tensing as she pushed inside, the stretch burning in the best way. She didn’t go slow, slamming home with a single, brutal thrust that had him gasping. His fingers curled into the sheets, his knuckles white as she set a punishing pace, her hips snapping against his ass with every drive. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, wet and obscene, her breath coming in ragged pants as she fucked him.

"So fucking tight," she groaned, her hand snaking around his hip to grip his cock. Her strokes were rough, her rhythm matching the brutal pace of her thrusts. "You love this, don’t you? Love being my little fucktoy."

He couldn’t answer, his body coiled tight, his orgasm building with every slap of her hips against his ass. The vibrator still buzzed against her clit, her own pleasure mounting as she used him, her nails digging crescents into his skin.

"Cum," she ordered, her voice a whip-crack. "Now, you dirty fuck. Now."

Hello Everyone!!

I have helped write erotica in the past but wasn't an author or anywhere close... I wanna start writing my own erotica slightly more into lifestyle genre. Any suggestions or help is very much appreciated!! Nice meeting you all!!

I started reading erotica at a young age & its stayed with me my whole life. I find it much better than porn videos.