With
the October awards banquet behind us where Erin picked up her award I drove her
home. Before we kissed good-night I told her how much I enjoyed the evening
with her and my interest for her was fast becoming more romantic. I suggested
that we let our relationship move forward to the next level. As the
sophisticated yet mysterious redhead began walking toward her house she turned
her head smiling that knowing seductive smile before nodding her head in
agreement. At the door she turned one last time giving me a clever come-hither
look before stepping inside.
I
stood by my car in the chill of the evening where I waited for her to get
inside. She turned off the decorative lighting and locked the entry door: another
missed opportunity. Once I knew her to be safe I got into my car and sped off
for the short drive towards my condominium. Throughout the drive home the luscious
redhead dominated my thoughts. As usual the fashionable redhead captured the
center of attention at the Halloween themed awards banquet that Friday night,
at least for the men attending. Erin’s acceptance speech drew a standing
ovation. How splendid her tall lithe body filled the stylish dark pearl
off-the-shoulder short sleeve sequin mesh evening gown. As if she’d been molded
into it.
The
stunning evening attire Erin wore including block heel glitter sandals, matching
silver necklace and earrings couldn’t have been more perfect; furthermore, her
hair, nails, makeup and sparkling silver sequin clutch tied the beautiful
ensemble together. I couldn’t get the vixen’s seductive scent out of my head.
The mysterious fragrance of her perfume projected a fresh sensuous aroma that saturated
the car’s interior as I drove home.
After
parking my car I sat there for a few moments savoring the evening’s memories as
her fragrance lingered, realizing I missed my cue to follow her inside. As I
exited the car I looked down and noticed my cock bulging. When my hand
attempted to push it down the leg of my solid black slim-fit trousers I detected
a wet spot on my crotch area. With an extraordinary amount of precum evident I
anticipated a stain on the expensive trousers. An urgent desire swept over me
to get into my condo, undress and get into the shower to take care of
business.
That evening, more so
than any previous rendezvous, Erin lit a fire in my loins, transgressing the
limits of our somewhat platonic relationship. Before letting her out of the
car, while making out, her finger, either by accident or intent, touched my nipple.
The flirtatious touch sent a treat of shivers through my body. Once Erin
discovered that my nipples were sensitive her finger continued to skillfully toy
with them while we made out.
Of late, my romantic
interest in Erin began to blossom more and more. For me, she possessed all the
qualities I sought in a long-term partner: intellectual, emotional, physical properties
and sophistication to makeup the perfect woman. Blessed with intelligence,
poise and bearing she also demonstrated great communication skills.
Erin possessed speaking
skills that influenced and inspired others. Endowed with those alluring Amber
Heard facial characteristics, fair skin, long red hair and sparkling emerald
green eyes, just one beautifully packaged lady. She had that special X factor.
For me, a gay man, Erin had become ideal arm candy to accompany me at formal
business functions and social events, yet an air of mystery surrounded her.
I’d known Erin O’Lingus
for about a year and been seeing her as my steady female companion on a regular
basis for six months. The year since I met her she’d become a person I could
depend upon to accompany me to different business functions and social events
and vice versus. Some gay men dub women who date homosexual men as fag hags,
queen bees or homo honey. I never referred to Erin by any of these, what I
consider offensive names, rather, Erin, my companion.
Of course, because of
my closeted bisexuality or homosexuality, something I’d yet to figure out, we’d
not engaged in sex. In contemporary society, because of the hullabaloo being
raised in the media regarding social injustice and me-too movement, I like many
men, waited for my partner to make the first overt move towards bedroom
romance.
As a prominent member
of the business and social community I didn’t want to wakeup and see my name
and photograph splashed across the morning news headlines or on a subpoena;
therefore, I’d refrained fondling Erin’s genital area. However, in the past
couple weeks since we’d began seeing more of each other Flame’s seductiveness
and sensual touches indicated her desire to elevate our relationship to the
next level: more than a simple good night kiss. Not that the idea of getting Flame
into bed hadn’t crossed my mind, because it had. The big question, would sex
negatively impact our friendship?
I learned that Erin
earned her nickname Flame due to her red hair and aggressive nature during her
youth. She became a fiery debater on the debate team in high school. Even
though slight of stature during her school years the spitfire never backed down
from a physical row. Her strong personality influenced her ability to
communicate effectively with others many times staving off bullies and moving
up the corporate ladder.
During the past couple
weeks making out with Flame, her passionate kisses began to arouse me more and
more. Her fervent lips and tongue demonstrated a burning desire for more than a
simple good night kiss and I began reciprocating with the same passion. From
what I’d learned about redheads I’m sure she could turn me every which way but
loose in the bedroom. Something I hadn’t experienced of late.
My boyfriend and I
broke up a little over a year before and I hadn’t found a suitable replacement.
I’m a finicky fucker when it comes to the person I fall in love with and share
my body and bed. The guys I’d met during the past year just didn’t fit the bill.
I had no desire to take them home, however for some insane reason Flame lit my
fuse. Over my adolescent and adult years, I’d developed an adept ability to
read into people, however the mystery woman left me with questions.
I wanted a person who
could share the same commonalities and interests in life as me. Flame fit that
criteria. I also wanted a person who could share my same interests sexually. I’m
a mainstream person when it comes to sex, for the most part vanilla; however, I
do enjoy certain fetishes. Sensual foreplay and after play are huge part of my love
life. I’m a versatile lover but prefer to bottom in homosexual relationships;
however, as a female, Flame didn’t possess the plumbing to satisfy that sexual
task.
Nonetheless if Flame
might be so inclined, maybe I could convince her to take my booty, using a
strap-on to satisfy my all-important need to bottom. I never understood why the
carnal need to fill my bottom with a perfect cock, but I did. In my opinion,
anal intercourse between two guys is the most important part of lovemaking
between them. I’d been chasing that elusive perfect cock and lover attached
thereto for years, to no avail.
As something of a cock connoisseur
I’d found few cocks appealing to my eye or appetizing. Some came close to
perfect thus far in my life but few. None scored ten on the scale. I was not
looking for a huge penis, just a well-proportioned awesome cock that I couldn’t
pry my eyes off. A bedazzling phallus, flaccid or erect, with an awesome
cockhead that could mesmerize me as no other. Much like the myth of how a Cobra
hypnotizes its prey into submission.
Many times, I compared
a Cobra to a man’s penis. A must for my ideal penis; a majestic cockhead perched
atop perfectly proportioned shaft. Not an ugly fucker with bumps, bends or
other deformities, however I considered a slight curvature upwards acceptable. My
standard for a perfect penis: a spongy pink cockhead with texture and a vivid
crimson coronal ring at the base. A cock so awesome appearing that it could
take my breath away at first glance. A mouth-watering cock making me cry out
with desire for it to fill me, just looking at it, yet make me smile, moan and
weep with pleasure as it filled my rectum.
Unlike
many gay men, huge cocks did not attract or excite me other than to maybe look
at them in porn videos or stroke them, however larger than average cockheads impressed
me. I have a relatively small mouth and rampant gag reflex. I do not care to
have eight to ten inches of super cock rammed down my throat gagging and choking
the fuck outa me, or forcing it up my anus splitting me open, leaving me
bleeding and my colon hanging out after being fucked. For me I want sex to be the
most pleasurable event in my life, never painful.
At
almost thirty my booty remained, pink, blemish free and deliciously desirable.
A sensitive hairless anus, thus far showing no sign of hemorrhoids or trauma. So,
enamored with my ass, many times I propped a mirror between my legs at my feet
to view it, especially fingering or filling it with a dildo. Many nights I lay
in bed gazing at the mirror, watching my sphincter expand and contract coaxing
the phallic toy inside.
I
enjoyed working the head of my flesh colored realistic dildo into my pulsing
anus. Once inside the chamber I watched my pink spider gobble up the entire
phallic toy. Twisting and turning it to bump my prostate producing precum. I
fantasized about different prominent men fucking me calling out for them by
name to fuck me, making me cum an explosive orgasm.
As
a man who enjoys anal sex I prefer my partner’s butt to be the same or better
condition. Anilingus and other anal foreplay activities endear me to a partner.
My partner’s erect penis must be long enough, at least five inches, for the
cockhead to contact my prostate, so while he’s fucking me his cockhead bangs
and rubs my “G” spot, thereby culminating in an explosive orgasm.
With
precum in the crotch of my black and silver mesh breathable pouch boxer briefs beginning
to dry the cloth stuck to the head of my cock as I peeled the undergarment off.
Turning on the mixer in the shower I wondered what Flame might be doing at that
moment. Unbeknownst to me, before Flame undressed she’d poured a glass of red
wine to relax while bathing.
In
her luxurious bathroom Erin lit scent candles while she began preparing the
warm bubble bath. She too noticed wetness drying in the crotch of her yellow
panties. She needed to get off with an explosive orgasm before bed. Licking her
luscious red lips, Flame flicked at, pinched and rubbed her erect nipples,
attempting to get more juice flowing.
The
sultry redhead stepped into the big roman tub filled with warm scented
bathwater, grasping her favorite dildo in one hand and a hip large stem wine
glass half full of red wine in the other. She took another sip of wine before
setting the glass on the edge of the tub next to the candles before submerging
her body. The scented bubbles began to cover her shoulders. Flame threw her
head back licking her lips while pinching and flicking her hard nipples.
Moaning
under each flick Flame knew she could get off playing with her nipples, but
that night she wanted some sexual stimulation between her legs before she
climaxed. She couldn’t get Paul and those hard nipples she’d discovered out of
her head.
Although
she’d entertained thoughts she’d yet to fondle Paul’s crotch. She wondered what
he might look like naked and boned up. The more she fantasized about Paul the
hornier she became.
As
the sultry redhead continued pleasuring herself by way of manual stimulation
she envisioned Paul in the tub with her. With the dildo entering her body she
began moaning and then yelling louder for Paul to eat her and fuck her. Visions
of Paul eating her, then taking her played out in her mind’s eye. For Flame it
had been many months since she’d experienced real love making with the real
thing filling her, too many months.
Since
first meeting Paul, Erin dreamt and fantasized what it might be like for him to
take her and fill her with his manhood, leaving her breathless, trembling with
content. A secret smile on her face after they climaxed simultaneously. Meanwhile,
Paul standing under the shower head at his condo guided his ass onto the well
lubed suction dildo stuck to the shower surround. After the head disappeared
inside his asshole he began fantasizing that it was Flame fucking him in the
ass as he backed onto the rubber sex toy and pulled back, again and again.
After
both parties succumbed to explosive orgasms they prepared for bed. Neither
party could sleep. Their thoughts were on each other, making love. Flame picked
up her smartphone to call Paul. The phone rang a few times before Paul
answered. Recognizing the number Paul answered, “Hello babe, what’s up?”
“Me…Can’t
sleep.”
“Me
either,” I said. “Hope you enjoyed our evening.”
“Yes,
loved it…Wish it hadn’t ended with just a good night kiss.”
“Same
here.”
“I
certainly don’t want to seem forward, but could you come back over so we might
pickup where we left off…You know carry our feelings to the next level. I hope
it’s not too late to invite you back.”
“No,
not too late for me. I think I’d enjoy that. See you in about fifteen,” I said before
hanging up.
Giddy
with lust I pulled on a pair of casual jogging pants commando, a long sleeve plaid
flannel button down shirt and pair of sneakers. Before I left my house to get
into my car for the drive back to Flame’s house I popped a little blue pill. I
don’t suffer erectile dysfunction, but I discovered the little pill enhances
sex, plus it shortens the refractory period among other benefits.
Before
I could push the button on the door chime Erin threw open the door. With the
door open I said, “Trick or treat.”
There
Erin stood wearing an irresistible full-length cotton chenille wrap robe, her
cat circling her feet. She reached out, grasping my hand pulling me inside.
“You’re my treat for the night.”
The
enticing redhead closed the door, locking it before her arms began encircling
my neck. Then she began delivering the most seductive kisses to my face, ears
and neck. The kisses aroused deep emotion causing my cock to begin filling with
blood. After a few moments we broke our embrace. Erin led me towards the formal
living room where she pushed me back onto the white couch before asking, “You
want a glass of wine?”
“You
know I prefer bourbon, if you have it.”
“Call
it.” Flame said. Her flirtatious manner had me hot to trot.
“One
ice cube straight.”
“I
got Maker’s,” Flame said stepping over to the bar where she began pouring my
drink. “Here you are.” Handing me bourbon neat in a Maker’s Mark signature
etched double old fashion glass she seated herself next to me pulling her legs
and feet up beneath her. Holding her glass of red wine in her left hand the
back of her silky-smooth right hand began caressing my cheek in a sensual
manner as she gazed into my eyes. “I hope I’m not being too brazen when I say
that I’ve got more than a schoolgirl crush for you Paul. I’ve fallen for you in
a big way.”
Not
surprised by the revelation I said, “I would say that feeling is mutual.”
“I
want you as a lover more than just a companion; however, before we consider the
next level I have a confession to make. You need to know more about me sexually
before we consummate our relationship,” Flame said.
“Same
with me.”
We
continued chatting about our feelings for each other. We shared what we found
to be sexually desirable and gratifying in a partner. During our conversation I
discovered that Erin possessed a foot fetish as did I. We also realized that we
enjoyed much foreplay and could become somewhat boisterous at foreplay and
while making love. Of course, I held back confiding about my anal desire, or
the fantasy I’d entertained regarding the female clitoris. Flame’s seductive
behavior during our conversation told me that we were going to end up in her
bedroom at some point where all could play out.
I
trembled with expectation. Although a mysterious woman I wondered what secret
she needed to reveal to me. The cat sat across from me on the coffee table
looking at me with that look of I don’t trust you yet stranger. A look that communicate
I was the intruder in the cat’s domain. Aware that I must gain the cat’s trust
if the relationship between Flame and I could progress. I reached out and began
petting the cat’s head and scratching beneath the chin, throat and neck. The
cat began to purr stretching its head out for more: a sign of acceptance.
“He
likes you…You passed the test,” Flame said. “My cat is my judge of character in
a paramour. If he likes you that means I like you enough to take things to the
next level.”
“What’s
the next level?”
“My
bedroom, silly.” Flame stood up tugging on my hand pulling me to my feet. A
signal to follow her. With her glass of wine in hand she said, “Bring your
bourbon.”
I
followed Flame to the elegant dark wooden staircase that curled upward spilling
onto the second-floor landing and walkway. Once on the second floor we took a
few steps before entering the elegant master bedroom suite.
“Damn,
such a stylish bedroom.”
“I
kind of like it…Hope you like it. I designed it myself,” Flame began guiding me
through a quick tour of the bedroom. I couldn’t help but notice the sexually explicit
paintings and sculptures as well as the phallic curios around the bedroom. The
one that caught my eye: two young men turned opposite each other on an elegant
bed engaging in oral sex.
Erin
led me towards the white velvet lounge loveseat. She removed her robe dropping
it to the floor, revealing the black sexy hot lace satin baby doll lingerie
night gown. “I hope we spend more time in here.”
“Oh
yeah, love it. Taking a seat at the closed end of the loveseat. “Love the
bathroom, especially the big tub.”
“Roman
tub,” Flame said as she sat next to me again pulling her legs and feet up
beneath her before leaning in and kissing me.
Once
again, the kissing began communicating her desire for us to get into bed. My
hands began to roam around her neck and face while her hands found my nipples. As
we made out my cock sprung to life. Her left-hand left my nipples and began
traveling down my torso towards my crotch.
“Oh
my, what do we have here,” Flame said as her lips parted from mine. She looked
into my eyes with desire smiling a mischievous smile. “Why don’t we get more
comfortable. Do you need to shower or freshen up?”
“I
showered before I came over, but I do need to get out of these clothes.”
Flame
stood up pointing towards the bathroom. She handed me her robe. I couldn’t take
my eyes off her dressed in the black negligee and G-string underwear. I trotted
off to the bathroom to throw some water on my face before I went back into the
bedroom. The shock of cold water on my face I realized that we were going to
consummate our relationship. There lying on the bed supporting her head with
her right hand the foxy redhead. She patted the white sheet covering the
mattress with her left hand inviting me to join her. I threw off the robe, standing
there bare-ass naked, revealing my raging hard-on.
“Oh
My God, that’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” Flame smiled and began
slithering on her belly towards to me. Once within reach she grasped my hard
cock pulling the head to her mouth. “May I?”
My
mouth froze up, I couldn’t utter a word. Erin began kissing my cock and then
her tongue began bathing the cockhead before she took the entirety of in into
her warm mouth. She withdrew letting her silky tongue circle the coronal ring
before she went to the urethral opening where her talented tongue scooped up
some precum that had oozed up. “Oh, my that tastes so deliciously delightful.”
Of
course, I knew that precum for the most part is tasteless, but maybe to Flame
it possessed flavor. I slipped onto her bed next to her where we began making
out. As we kissed she continued manipulating my saliva slick hard cock and
balls. “My my this is more than I ever dreamed about. You’ve got a magnificent
dick,” Flame whispered into my ear.
I
refrained from touching her pussy. With all that’s been in the news I decided
to let her make the initial move, guiding my hand towards her love box. She
lowered her head to my chest where she began to kiss, lick and bite on my hard
nipples. She took one between her teeth letting her tongue brush across the top,
sending shivers through my body I let out loud moans of pleasure.
“I
want you Paul…I want you to fill me with that beautiful dick tonight, but first
you have to be aware of something.”
“You
can tell me anything baby.”
“Better
I show you.”
“Okay.”
With
that said Flame stood at the side of the bed and began to pull off her negligee
and sexy undies. Watching her pull her underwear down I gasp. “You got a dick!”
I exclaimed.
“Does
that make a difference?”
“I
mean…Uh… I don’t know what to say.”
“You
don’t have to say anything baby, just eat me and fuck me.”
Without
another word we both threw ourselves into each other, kissing, sucking,
fingering all the sensual foreplay we could deliver. After about 20 lustful
moments of foreplay and both of us breathing rapidly Flame begged me to eat her
ass. I wasted no time getting into position. My hands spread her voluptuous ass
cheeks like a ripe melon. She or he had the prettiest pink anus. Not a blemish
or hair in sight.
I
buried my face between the beautiful mounds kissing and licking, letting my
tongue begin to explore the perineum. Each time my tongue circled the sensitive
area around Erin’s anus she began bucking her ass into my face. My tongue probed.
I could hear the moans of pleasure and vocal calls for more. I assumed my
method of pleasuring her ass was doing the job, so I continued.
Occasionally,
I would pull my tongue from her pucker area letting it journey up the perineal
path towards the scrotum. I stopped to caress that magnificent scrotal sac and
full balls inside. Then I moved up to the head of that perfect cock where I
began licking the precum oozing from the opening. What a Halloween treat.
“Oh,
fuck me baby! Fuck me,” Flame began screaming.
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