Sweet Forbidden Treats – A Deliciously Short Story. Category: Filthy Flash.
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Welcome to ‘Sweet Treats – a Short Erotic Tale.’
This is the first new piece that I have written for this, my new site, although I see that I’ve been up and running for three months now! Where does the time go?!
This is a short little tale about a subject which is still somewhat taboo but, I’m convinced, an awful lot of people enjoy or fantasise about trying. I love it, and so does my better half, which is handy.
Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.
For a longer read, if you have the time and tissues, give this a try.
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I was determined that tonight was the night. Tonight we were going to try this out, even if I had to chloroform him, tie him up and force the issue. I didn’t have any chloroform and didn’t know where I would get any, but I was becoming desperate and desperate women are not to be trifled with. Well, I’m not, anyway.
So, I have made him his favourite dinner – spaghetti carbonara – and we have had a couple of glasses of fizz to loosen inhibitions, and I’m making kissy faces at him over the table while we talk. I’m wearing a little black dress that I know he likes – it’s sparkly and clings to every curve of my body. I’m not wearing any underwear, a fact that I drop casually into the conversation.
‘I can see what’s on your mind.’ He says with a smile.
‘Can you? That’s impressive, because I have something very particular in mind.’
I see the cogs turning, then a slight cloud crossing his face.
‘Oh, right. Tonight? After we’ve eaten? Maybe it would be better if we put it off to another day. I want to, of course, you know – I’m not saying no but -’ I reach over and put my index finger on his lips, silencing him.
‘No buts. Well, one butt. You’re not wiggling out of this. You agreed and -’
‘When did I -’
‘- You agreed. Tonight is the night when I collect on that agreement.’ I looked at him with my most serious face. ‘And, if you’re a good boy, I will perform any act on you that you wish as a reward. No holds, or holes, barred. You can collect your reward tonight or later, at the time of your choosing.
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Fifteen minutes later, I’m upstairs in our bedroom. I’m on the bed with the sexy little black number rucked up around my waist and my arse high in the air. My face is on the bed itself, and in my right hand, between my legs, is my wand vibrator.
This is a position which we have been in many times when he has fucked me from behind. It’s a favourite position. I like him to slap my bum cheeks while he’s penetrating me, telling me in detail what a disgustingly depraved little slut I am. Oh, how right he is! Tonight, though, that’s not what we are going to do. Well, he can afterwards, if he wants, but first, it’s my turn to experience something that I’ve been longing for, begging him to do to me for a long, long time.
He is behind me on the bed. Kneeling between my legs.
‘Remember,’ I say, ‘do this for me and I will do anything, anything, you want.’
He puts his hands on each side of my arse, a hand on each cheek and I feel them separating as he pulls them apart. He kisses each cheek several times and gives each a few little nips with his teeth, sending tingles direct to my clitoris and making me squirm.
His breath, then, hot, first hovering above the wet cleft of my pussy. I know he wants to drive his tongue in, to lap and slaver and savour the copious juices which I can feel, now, beginning to seep from me. Shit, I’m literally dripping in expectation. He exercises self-control, and I love him for it. Then his breath again, where I want it, hot on the spot, right there. Christ, just do it, do it, do it!
***
The wet, hot, tickling feeling as the tip of his tongue slowly tracks up from my perineum, over my tingling little rosebud and past it. Oh, go back, go back!
He repeats this several times and I’m climbing the wall, squirming each time I feel the tip of his tongue momentarily gliding over my little arse. I can feel it involuntarily clenching and then relaxing.
When he senses that I cannot bear it any longer, he returns his tongue full-time to my spasming little hole. He laps at it gently, swirling the tip, then the flat of his tongue around and over, across and up. He is making slurping noises, which, with the sensations which his tongue is giving me, is driving me out of my slutty lust-crazed mind.
Pulling my cheeks a bit wider, he begins to lap and tickle faster, sucking now. Sucking! I’m willing to consider the possibility that, having tasted this new delicacy, it’s something which he’s enjoying. He has to. He must. Having experienced this, I now need to have it regularly. This can’t, won’t just be a one-off.
My pussy is throbbing and I can’t remember when I was ever this wet. I am getting there, quicker than I thought, oh, so quickly. I remember the wand in my hand. ‘Avada Kadavra’ – time for my ‘little death’, I think. I switch it on and hold it to my clit jolting hard as it makes contact.
***
He understands that I’m close to going over the edge, so, gripping me firmly, he plunges, and I feel the wet, wiggling tip of his tongue penetrating. I am delirious and strive to open myself – I want it as far in me as possible. He thrusts with his tongue in and out, his face pressed into the crevice of my rear, his tongue buried to the root in me. He extends as far as he can and swirls it around, and I’m undone. The wave of orgasm carries me away into oblivion in a storm of jerks, jolts and moans.
He lies alongside me on the bed, and I flop onto my side. When I’m able to focus again, I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard. I seek out his tongue, that magical thing, and suck on it.
‘I didn’t expect to enjoy that.’ He says. ‘You taste amazing, though. We definitely have to do that again.’
At least twice a day is my first thought.
Thats all for this time, my lovelies! See you again soon.
Love, Jaimie. XX
Links and Stuff.
Fancy taking a walk on the wild side? I know analingus isn’t for everyone but, like everything else, I believe that there is much to be gained by being open to new experiences; who knows – you might love it and if you don’t, theres always other things to try. The comments in this article were interesting to me. I came to bum-play quite late but it’s now one of my favourite things, for foreplay at least. Theres a lot of very sensitive nerve endings there and its a completely different experience to vulva/clitoral stimulation (in my experience).
