I face the wall of the alley. My forearms flush with the brick, my back arched, hips high, and head down. The impact of your palm radiates through every nerve in my body and all I can think about is another blow. Each spank echoing down the Chicago alley and the laughter of people leaving the bar are the only sounds in the neighborhood at this hour. A group of people walk by the alley and stop. I look up. We both catch the eye of the group. A wry smile spreads across our faces and you reel back again. The shocked crowd moves on, giggling as they go.
I'm a huge fan of public and outdoor sex, let me just start off by saying that... so you're kind of in for a treat. I'm going to attempt to put them into story form, I'll put you in as my beau. So let's take a trip, you and I, down our own little sexual escapade lane... shall we?
The first time we met was at the beach. I was wearing that cute little white string bikini top that tied on the top and in the back and a matching little see through swim skirt without the panties. I didn't think anyone noticed that I'd forgotten my bikini bottoms until you pulled me around the rocks. You grabbed my arm and yanked me just out of view of everyone else. I admit I was surprised, and a little scared... but you’re so good-looking, dripping wet, just out of the surf. You pulling me out of view excited me and I was a little wet.
It felt like a dream when I received the news that I was one of the lucky winners of the Strangers Retreat and Spa. I know that sounds a bit sketchy, but trust me it's worth the visit. My best friend attended this same resort last year and returned with a glow covering her whole body. So when she told me that she was entering me into this contest, I have stalked my mail box since then. Imagine my surprise when I opened my mailbox and there it was in a gold envelope resting in my mailbox all alone.
We arrived at the theater at around 10 PM. It seemed like a good time to give this a try. It would probably be busy enough to make this work, but not so busy that it would be impossible to pull off.
DISCLAIMER: The following creative writing is explicit in nature. It has sexual content.
Satisfied with my hot shower I reached down to turn off the water being careful not to wet my hair more than it already was. I try to step out of the shower carefully, but almost slipped and fell. I giggled to myself remembering how clumsy I can be at times. I dried off and applied coconut oil to almost every inch of my thick, naked chocolate body. I slipped into my black Eddie Bauer shorts and thin grey tank top. Once I felt ready I gathered my clothes opened the door and he was lying there so calmly, almost undisturbed by my presence. I rummaged through my bag looking for my deodorant, forgetting it was in my purse, nonetheless, I put it on and climbed into his bed.
It starts with dinner. We meet at a restaurant. Me in a dress, stockings and heels. You in a suit and tie. We sit at a table. I'm so nervous I can barely keep my hands from shaking. And I'm already wet. Wet at the thought of meeting you. Being with you. And you...you know it. You smirk at me, find ways to touch me that are innocent enough but leave me burning. Aching. You order for me and dammit, I like that.
She stands in front of the man of her dreams as he looks at her, his bright blue eyes taking in every inch of her skin. His hands make short work of her lacy bra pushing the satin strap excruciatingly slow down her shoulder, following it's path with featherlight kisses. Her heart beats a furious tattoo in her chest as her dream man moves his lips over to the tops of her breasts. Feeling his hot breath dance over her sensitive skin she shivers, drawing a smile from her man's lips against her. His expert tongue laps at her rosy coloured nipple as it puckers in his mouth...